Magician in Type-Moon

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After all, most of the people who are able to enter the Clock Tower to study are "talented individuals" from these families.

Chapter 557 Arrival in London (4k)

King El-Melloi II didn't seem to intend to say anything more about the matter, only sighing wearily with a somewhat vacant expression.

He turned to look at Aozaki Touko, his voice low and emotionless: "Perhaps."

El-Melloi II's gaze darkened again, as if he did not want to say anything more on this topic.

He shifted his gaze into the distance, as if trying to find some peace from the outside world, but a faint unease spread through his heart.

A moment later, he refocused his gaze on Aozaki Touko, his tone still calm:

"Is Matou supposed to be arriving today?"

Aozaki Touko raised her eyebrows slightly, a playful glint in her eyes, and her smile deepened unconsciously.

"Hmm, what, are you going to go and welcome him?" Her tone was lighthearted and teasing, yet it carried a subtle threat.

Her gaze fell on El-Melloi II, as if waiting for his reaction.

El-Melloi II's lips twitched slightly, as if he was somewhat unaccustomed to her provocation.

After a moment, he replied, "No, thank you."

Aozaki Touko looked at his answer, seemingly unsurprised by his attitude.

She chuckled softly, slowly pulled a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, deftly picked one out with her fingertips, and gently placed it in her mouth. Her movements were elegant and composed, as if everything was under her control.

“That’s true,” she said, her eyes half-closed, a hint of mockery in her smile. “If he finds out you’ve been secretly plotting against him, things will get really messy. You’d better watch out, or you might end up half-dead.”

El-Melloi II sighed softly, his gaze unconsciously shifting to the towering clock tower in the distance, as if that tower could take away a trace of unease from his heart.

His gaze lingered there for a long time, as if he were pondering something, before finally slowly looking away. "It hasn't come to that."

Aozaki Touko looked at him, a faint smile appearing in her eyes.

"Alright, now you should think about how to deal with that old guy."

Her voice carried a hint of mockery, as if expressing dissatisfaction with some recent choice he had made.

"After preparing for so long, shouldn't we have achieved something by now?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she gently extinguished the cigarette in her hand with a flick of her fingertips, then effortlessly tossed it into the air.

The cigarette didn't fall to the ground as it would normally have; instead, with a slight tremor, it vanished into thin air, as if instantly erased by some invisible force.

King El-Melloi II raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"A new variety?" he asked casually, with a hint of barely concealed interest.

Aozaki Touko simply nodded slightly, her smile deepening, but she offered no further explanation.

Instead, she said:

"This way, we'll be more confident in carrying out the assassination."

Upon hearing this, El-Melloi II felt a chill run down his spine. He stared at her for a moment before finally nodding.

"Well, in that case, let's begin."

.........

On the streets of London, a cold wind swept across the gray sky, carrying a hint of dampness.

Matouike had been wandering around this ancient city for two hours and had set foot on the land that houses the headquarters of the Mage's Association.

Footsteps echoed on the stone pavement, their soft sounds like a sigh for time.

He looked down ahead, deep in thought, as he slowly walked toward the meeting point indicated by El-Melloi II. The street scene along the way gradually changed from the bustling city center to the empty landscape of London Bridge.

As he stepped onto London Bridge, the atmosphere of the neighborhood subtly shifted with each step he took.

The modern London Bridge, built by Queen Elizabeth II, is quite different from the old bridge in her memory. The bridge is wide and clean, with cars and pedestrians coming and going, but it carries a faint sense of coldness.

As he traveled south, the once bustling city center was gradually replaced by labor districts far removed from the crowds.

The air here is filled with the smell of grease and dust. Low buildings and dilapidated shops accumulate dust in the corners, and the commercial atmosphere on both sides of the street is seemingly casual, yet slightly oppressive.

Among the crowd, the workers hurried about, their skin dark and their clothes tattered, yet they were all impossible to ignore.

“The security situation is deteriorating,” Matou Ike muttered to himself.

The noise from both sides of the street seemed to blur his impression of the city, and the chaos and unease in the air made this land seem to hold some unknown dark secret.

The Bermensé market, once a place where thieves sold stolen goods, still retains its reputation today; however, this is only a memory of its past glory.

Matou Ike thought that London today is no longer simply a collection of historical relics, but a huge vortex controlled by all sorts of unknown interests.

As he quickened his pace, he turned into a side road, and the atmosphere suddenly became oppressive, with the surrounding scenery turning dark in an instant.

Beneath the overpass, the walls made of red bricks exuded a sense of decay, and the flow of people on the road vanished without a trace.

This is not due to changes in the road itself, but rather to some hidden force at work.

He stopped in his tracks, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings. The street seemed unchanged, just as usual.

However, he could sense a faint power gathering in the surrounding air—a barrier.

There were no magical fluctuations, no conspicuous runes or arrays; it was simply a modern magical barrier that relied on human psychology.

Even without the support of any magical energy, such a barrier can still subtly influence people in the surrounding environment, making them mistakenly believe that there is no way out and thus voluntarily detour around it.

"Hi!" A sudden greeting broke Matou Ike's thoughts, causing him to involuntarily stop in his tracks.

He paused slightly, held his breath, and turned around to see a pink-haired girl with pigtails looking down at him with a smile that was both provocative and confident.

"Who are you?" Matou Ike raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at the girl in front of him with a hint of doubt.

“Yvette L. Lehman, a disciple of Lord El-Melloi.” Her tone was casual, as if it were just a casual greeting. “Didn’t my teacher mention me to you?”

Matou Ike's gaze froze slightly, then she looked at her silently.

He had naturally heard Weber talk about this problem student.

He claimed to be a spy from the neutralist Meastia family.

Using the recently popular "Magic Eye Girl" as her slogan, the eyepatch girl unabashedly declares her goal as becoming Waver's mistress.

Before Matouchi could react.

"Come on, hurry up." Yvette whispered, beckoning to Matou Ike.

He really does have the air of a spy.

Matou Ike slowed his pace slightly and silently followed, his gaze fixed on Yvette's back. She seemed to sense something, suddenly turning around, narrowing her eyes at him, and revealing a victorious smile.

"Oh my, the teacher is really something! He disappeared for so long, and it took me so long to find him."

Her tone was light and cheerful, as if she had just solved a puzzle, and her inner pride was evident.

Matou Ike frowned, clearly confused. "What are you talking about?" he asked instinctively, a hint of bewilderment flashing in his eyes.

Yvette's face froze instantly, as if she had stepped on a landmine. Her expression changed from smug to utterly embarrassed in a second, like a puppy caught in a sudden downpour.

"Hmm? Aren't you the person the teacher contacted not long ago?" Her voice was lower, but still carried a hint of doubt. Clearly, she herself hadn't expected Matou Ike to react this way.

Matou Ike frowned, his eyes suddenly turning displeased. "You monitored Webber's phone calls?"

Yvette instantly sensed the change in atmosphere, and her previously arrogant expression immediately became subtle.

She waved her hand gently, trying to look innocent, and her signature "witch smile" returned to her face.

"Ah, it really is you!" Her voice held a hint of provocation and excitement. "Do you know where the teacher is right now? A month-long strike is just too infuriating!"

She drew out her words, seemingly trying to get Matou Ike's attention.

"So you're trying to find that guy Webber through me?"

Matou Ike's voice rang out coldly, his gaze fixed on the girl before him, as he strode forward with steady steps.

In that instant, the atmosphere around them became exceptionally quiet, as if all the air had frozen, with only his deep gaze reflected on Yvette's face.

Yvette was stunned for a moment, her heart suddenly racing, but she still tried to remain calm.

"Hey, hey, hey, are you planning to make a move here? You've actually revealed your Demon Eye!"

She was somewhat exasperated, her mouth opening and closing incessantly, clearly at a loss. Her eyes were wide open, and even her tone carried a hint of panic.

Matou Ike's gaze remained unwavering, still intently fixed on her. He offered no reply, but simply moved closer to her step by step.

Gradually, the surrounding air pressure began to change, and the originally slightly loose magic gradually condensed in the air, becoming thick and oppressive.

An indescribable sense of oppression began to spread between the two. Yvette suddenly lost sensation above her neck, her mind became somewhat blurred, her limbs stiffened, and even her breathing became heavy.

"Aaaaah, are you a devil? Who attacks without saying a word?!"

Her voice was filled with fear and anger, but her body was almost unable to move, and she could only watch helplessly as Matou Ike slowly approached.

She seemed to finally realize the seriousness of the situation, and her face showed utter shock and regret.

She never imagined that anyone would dare to launch an attack right under the Clock Tower's nose, especially given the Clock Tower's current enhanced combat power.

The magic in the air seemed to tremble, and everything around her was enveloped by this oppressive feeling; even her soul felt a chill.

Matou Ike's eyes remained deep, the power of the Stillness Mystic Eyes binding her body like chains, allowing her no room for resistance.

However, he did not immediately end this brief "interrogation".

In that instant, a glint flashed in his eyes—the beginning of his futuristic vision.

Time seemed to freeze before his eyes. Gradually, he began to examine the girl in front of him, trying to deduce her true intentions from her actions and future trajectory.

A minute seemed to pass incredibly slowly. Yvette was completely unable to move, her breathing was rapid, and her forehead was covered in cold sweat.

However, Matou Ike's gaze remained completely devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

Finally, his eyes flickered slightly, as if confirming that the girl posed no real threat.

"Let me go..." Yvette practically spat out the words through clenched teeth, her voice trembling, filled with a kind of oppressive anger and helplessness.

Matou Ike finally shifted his gaze slightly and calmly released the restraints of the Stillness Mystic Eyes.

As he moved, the heavy atmosphere in the air gradually dissipated, and Yvette regained her freedom, breathing slowly, although her face was still pale.

"Seriously, I almost died here. The teacher was right, you are a serial killer."