Magician in Type-Moon

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"For me, magic circuits are just a side effect."

Bai Ruolong gave a helpless wry smile, then casually added:

"After all, I have five hundred magic circuits."

—A modern god.

For him, magic circuits were merely one of his innate talents, far from comparable to the magic circuits of modern magicians.

Matou Ike nodded, then turned his gaze back to Isilid.

"But for magicians, the situation is completely different."

His voice was steady, carrying an unshakeable logic:

"Magic circuits are not just personal property, but something that needs to be passed down through generations."

For this reason, magicians rarely gamble with their magic circuits, especially in a game where the outcome is uncertain—doing so would be tantamount to self-destruction.

In other words, without Bai Ruolong's intervention and without the deal I proposed, no magician would be willing to take the risk, no matter how devilish the rules were.

"However, you have staked the magic circuit."

Matouchi's gaze darkened slightly as he looked directly at Isilid.

There are only two possibilities for a magician to do this—

"Or, he no longer cares about his descendants."

"Or, his goal is far more important than his magic circuits."

"Then, can you immediately tell me what 'important thing' you want to exchange for the Van Fem Treasure?"

The air froze for a moment.

Isilid's lips parted slightly, but no sound came out.

His silence was the answer.

"Of course, Van Phim's treasure does indeed contain many valuable items."

Matou Ike continued calmly, her voice like a slow, relentless drumbeat, pressing closer with each step:

"But no magician would easily gamble away their magic circuits for something that feels very valuable."

“You are the magician of the Clock Tower, you should know this better than anyone else.”

“At least, if there are other ways to win the bet, even if the odds are slim, they will choose to avoid such extreme measures.”

This is the deeply ingrained logic of a magician.

There can be no exceptions.

That's just your speculation.

Isilid finally spoke, his voice slightly strained, revealing a hint of struggle.

But this statement clearly indicates that the other side has lost the upper hand.

"Of course, that's exactly right."

Matou Ike spoke slowly.

This is merely adding another layer of suspicion.

Instead of directly attacking Isilid's weaknesses, he pressed on relentlessly, gradually stripping him of any escape routes and pushing him into a corner.

Isilid cleared his throat, still maintaining a slightly arrogant smile on his face, as if trying to remain composed.

"Or do you have any physical evidence?"

"Then, let me bring up another topic."

Matou Ike shook his head, his tone as relaxed as if he were having a casual chat.

"My wife and I were attacked by the sorcerer Azel, how are you?"

The air instantly became still.

"……what?"

Isilid frowned, his expression shifting slightly.

"To be precise, it is a puppet of a rogue alchemist disguised as 'Aizel'."

Matou Ike added.

After everyone had processed this information, he continued:

"That 'Aizel,' you're the one who introduced him to Luvia, right?"

Let's rewind to before the first game.

Before the banquet on the ship in Fem officially began, Isilid introduced Ezel and Ye Sizhen to Luvia.

This is information that Matouike obtained from Luvia.

"You didn't introduce Azel to Luvia on purpose so that I could easily get on board for the banquet, did you?"

Although Luvia and Matou Ike have no direct connection, they are connected by El-Melloi II, who acts as an intermediary.

The chances of Luvia approaching Matou Ike are almost 100%!

These words immediately cooled the atmosphere at the table.

"As the head of the Monaco branch of the Clock Tower, you do indeed have the ability to fabricate the identity of a sorcerer at will."

Matouchi's gaze was piercing as he stared directly at Isilid.

"And what is your purpose in inviting me to the banquet on the ship?"

"I think it was to kill Kiz."

Silence enveloped the entire round table in an instant.

Isilid's pupils contracted slightly.

Matouchi did not stop, but calmly continued her analysis:

“I did consider the possibility of external sabotage at the time, but even if that wasn’t the whole truth, it was at least not wrong. In short, you, the rogue alchemist Just, and ‘Aizel’—or rather, Just’s puppet—were accomplices.”

He paused, then slowly revealed the key point:

"You all conspired to kill Kiz."

"..."

No one spoke up to refute it, but silence itself is an attitude.

Matou Ike turned to look at Van Fim, his voice steady as if stating an ironclad fact:

"After the first game, Isilid and Azel moved together through the hidden passage."

"What if they had actually gone to Kitz's room first, opened the window, and provided support for Just's sniping?"

This is not unfounded.

In the second game, Ezel easily lost to Alette and then immediately disappeared, as if afraid of revealing his true identity.

"Haha."

Isilid suddenly laughed and shook his head slightly. "To kill Kiz of the Panhuang Sea? That sounds really absurd."

He spread his hands, looking puzzled. "But doesn't this contradict the original question?"

"If the goal is to kill Kiz, shouldn't we retreat immediately after succeeding?"

"Why should I stay until the very end of the banquet, even risking my magic circuit? It doesn't make any sense."

His rebuttal was reasonable, but Matou Ike simply smiled faintly and said softly:

"Because your goal is not just to kill Kiz."

Isilid squinted.

“You want to use Fim’s ship banquet to disrupt Kiz’s spell.”

Upon hearing this, even Van Fem's expression turned serious.

"You're saying... my ship banquet was a spell cast by Kiz?"

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Matouchi slowly turned to Van Fem, his tone firm and steady.

"exactly."

“From the moment we boarded this ship, the ‘ship banquet’ is no longer just your gamble.”

"We are all now within the grand scheme set up by the magician of the Imperial Sea."

"And, without realizing it, they were forced to complete the finale of a grand magical ritual."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment after he finished speaking.

Silence.

Dead silence.

A sense of oppression, like that of an abyss, silently enveloped everyone present.

"So, that's a matter for divine judgment?"

In the silence, Alette spoke.

She wore a crisp military uniform, her arms crossed over her chest, her golden pupils reflecting a cold light in the dim light. Even in such an occasion, her posture remained unchanged, dignified and fearless.

"exactly."

Matouchi nodded slightly, his expression solemn.

"We are all unknowingly forced to become participants in divine judgment magic rituals."

His gaze returned to Isilid.

"You don't want to kill Kiz, but rather stop Kiz's spell, right?"