Magician in Type-Moon

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Yvette lightly patted the dust off her skirt, seemingly unaffected by the brush with death. Her expression was more like she was venting her anger on a dirty cat.

She glared angrily at Matou Ike, as if she, not a troublesome mosquito, had been bound by the Stillness Mystic Eyes.

Matou Ike glanced at her, a slight smile playing on his lips, carrying a hint of sarcasm.

"You're right, don't let the teacher down."

He didn't say anything more, his gaze remained indifferent, but he was starting to feel a little irritated.

This "problem girl" in front of us is indeed quite "problematic." Her mouth can switch between life and death, and her mind seems unaffected by this flamboyant attitude, still operating on what she considers to be clever logic.

"Tell me, what exactly happened, and why did you come here?" Matou Ike paused before finally speaking, his voice devoid of emotion, as if he were demanding a simple report.

Yvette's expression finally returned to a more serious state, though still retaining a touch of her "unique mischievousness," as she began to recount what had happened.

After hearing her explanation, Matou Ike frowned slightly and fell silent.

"You mean, after Webber was suspended from class and disappeared, you didn't know where he was, and then you detected the communication band between his cell phone and mine, which is why you came to me?"

“That’s right,” Yvette replied, puffing out her cheeks.

"Well then, please lead the way," Matou Ike said calmly, his tone devoid of any extra emotion.

"Lead the way?" Yvette looked at Matou Ike with some confusion, clearly not understanding immediately.

"Well, since you've already monitored that call, you should know my upcoming itinerary, right? And the reason Weber didn't counter-monitoring is probably to have you as my guide."

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Yvette's eyes lit up, as if she had finally understood Matou Ike's reasoning, and a relaxed smile involuntarily appeared on her lips.

"Oh, I see! You're really smart." She patted her forehead. "I get it now. The teacher deliberately left a 'clue' for us to follow, and you became my new 'mission' target."

She paused, then looked at Matou Ike with curiosity, "But how do you know the teacher didn't disable the surveillance?"

Matou Ike smiled calmly, a hint of sarcasm flashing in his eyes.

“If he wanted to avoid surveillance, he wouldn’t have done it this way. He deliberately left his communication band open so I could find him. Rather, he’s waiting for someone to come to him, and you, Yvette, are that ‘informant.’”

"Oh, does that mean the teacher also thinks I'm reliable, like saying things like, 'I can't forget your sexy figure, let's have a one-night adventure together'? Show your true feelings with your actions and body, teacher!"

Yvette spoke and laughed, her eyes sparkling with an exaggerated, delusional light, as if she were truly having a strange conversation with an imaginary teacher.

Her steps were light and lively, completely ignoring the slightly indifferent gaze of Matou Ike beside her.

That pure fearlessness and unconventional mindset seemed to be an innate quality in her. Even in the most difficult situations, she could still find joy and remain completely at ease.

Matou Ike frowned slightly, a sense of helplessness creeping into his heart. This girl's words and actions were utterly incongruous with what she did, like a storm constantly breaking the rules, brimming with utter fearlessness. He gently shook his head, thinking, perhaps this was Weber's "educational achievement."

They quickly turned a corner and came to an inconspicuous apartment building.

Yvette walked straight to a mailbox and began to carefully examine her surroundings.

She was very cautious, looking around to make sure no one else was around before taking a heavy envelope out of her pocket.

“Here, this is it, the document you mentioned in your call.” She said, handing the envelope to Matou Ike.

Matou Ike took the envelope, his gaze not lingering on the girl's face, but moving directly to the letter in his hand.

He carefully felt the weight of the envelope and sensed that the contents were not ordinary documents, but something more important.

Without lingering, he tore open the envelope and unfolded the documents inside.

The text on the document is dense and seemingly chaotic, yet it still reveals some of the workings of the clock tower.

The information is not confidential; it is simply public information that anyone involved has access to.

However, the piecing together of countless details vaguely outlines a more complex picture—especially concerning the history of modern magic and some long-standing unsolved events.

"In short, following my teacher's instructions, I extracted nearly a hundred years of history from the modern magic department and the clock tower headquarters. Oh, by the way, as a spy, I will pass this intelligence on to the Mayastia faction."

Yvette spoke casually, as if she were just talking about an ordinary daily task.

She openly revealed her identity as a spy without any attempt to conceal it, speaking so naturally that one almost forgot the complex motives hidden behind everything she did.

Matou Ike noticed her nonchalant attitude. Was it because she felt she could cleverly hide in this situation, or did she simply not care what others thought of her behavior?

Matou Ike did not respond to her seemingly relaxed tone, but simply nodded silently.

Her confident demeanor made him even more interested in her motives.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Yvette tilted her head slightly, as if she was pondering something.

"You don't think I'm lying, do you?" She blinked, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of her mouth, as if she was ready to give him a "surprise" at any moment.

Matou Ike did not answer, but continued to flip through the documents in his hand. After flipping through a few pages, he focused his attention on a stack of photos.

The corners of the photo are yellowed, making it look like something from a long time ago, and it appears particularly old.

He picked out a few photos tucked inside the documents and slowly unfolded them.

The faces of the people in the photo are not clearly defined, but it is still possible to tell that they are wearing the standard magician costumes of the Clock Tower, and their expressions seem to contain some kind of complex emotion—this is clearly not an ordinary group photo, but a witness to a special event.

In particular, a tall figure in the photo stands out in the crowd.

“These people…” Matou Ike murmured, his gaze lingering on one of the photos.

His gaze fell on the man dressed in an elegant magician's outfit—Hartles, the former dean of the Department of Modern Magic.

Matou Ike had seen this man's figure before, through a scroll of illusions, before entering the church.

At that time, he and the monarch of the Celestial Science, Marisbury, launched the "Summoning Boundary Recording Tape" experiment, which once shook the entire magic world.

However, the Hartres in the photo is clearly different from the face Matouchi remembers.

This made Matou Ike feel a little strange—this man's "age" seemed inconsistent with what he had seen before.

Whether it's her figure, appearance, or temperament, they all reveal the deep marks left by time.

What's even stranger is that, judging from the date of this photograph, Hartres should be older than he remembers.

However, this obvious "aging" is not symmetrical to the "young" Hartres he saw in the church scroll illusion.

In the world of mysticism, magic that can solidify one's appearance is indeed not uncommon.

Many magicians use this kind of magic to resist the ravages of time and maintain a youthful appearance; Aozaki Touko is one such example.

Through the art of puppetry, she froze her appearance at a moment decades ago, making her look exactly the same, as if time had stood still for her.

However, the "feeling" is quite different.

Although both appear similar, maintaining a youthful appearance through some means, Matou Ike sensed a difference from a subtle one.

While Aozaki Touko's appearance remains youthful, her aura and presence have not been completely suppressed by time.

Every subtle movement, every shift in expression, reveals the wisdom and experience she has accumulated over the years.

But Hartles—in this photograph, behind that still face, there is an indescribable "something wrong".

This kind of "deviation" cannot be fully captured by relying solely on photographs and written records.

Even the most sophisticated magic tricks cannot perfectly recreate every detail of a person.

True feelings can only be perceived when face-to-face.

He put the photos away, placed them back in the folder, and remained silent for a moment.

Then, his gaze swept over a document associated with the photo, which had a prominent title.

What he wrote was "The Labyrinth Survivor".

Below that are several names, along with their positions and statuses.

Karl Israel – an employee of the Bureau of Unseen Dissection. Brother of Jorek.

Ashira Mystras – Staff member of the Materials Department, Department of Unseen Corpses.

Jorrek Kurdeys – Karl's brother.

Gesells Tolman – A magician without a license who is skilled at making magic potions.

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Albion Great Tomb

The Great Magic Circuit, the seventy-eighth floor.

In this vast labyrinth, each level is like a deep underground world, filled with endless dangers and mysteries.

On this path of exploration, the minimum required number of personnel is five—two excavators, one guard, and two combatants. Although the number can be increased or decreased depending on the situation, and some team members may take on other roles when necessary, five is usually the basic configuration for exploration.

The young man, as one of the excavators, possesses powerful earth-attribute magic.

Although he did not inherit his mother's amazing talent as a new generation of magicians, he was well-suited for the task, especially in this ancient labyrinth.

His mother passed on all her knowledge of mining and spellcasting to him, so he was able to navigate this challenging underground world with ease.

They have now explored to the seventy-eighth floor, about 30,000 meters below the surface.

This depth is almost three times the height of the world's highest mountain.

The vastness of the underground world filled the boy with an indescribable sense of insignificance. Yet, even as he stood on this dark earth, his thoughts drifted back to the beautiful night sky above.

Those were the times he spent with his mother, and they will forever be etched in his heart.

"Hey, stop daydreaming, kid! Do you want to be swallowed up?"

The eldest member of the group, the obese magician Geiselz, shouted loudly.

He and the boy were both excavators, and their element was fire.

He was less a magician and more an alchemist, responsible for creating magical potions for the team to help melt the rock and bring minerals out from the depths.

"Ah, ah, if you just die quickly, that's fine! Otherwise, I'll have to use up those ridiculously expensive magic potions for you! Do you know how troublesome it is to make medicine!"

Geiselz's words were filled with impatience and anxiety, and his footsteps echoed in the damp air of the circuit.

Despite his seemingly irritable and restless nature, he actually cares about every team member.

Especially in this desolate labyrinth, any lapse in concentration could lead to unpredictable consequences.

However, despite the various potential dangers lurking in the circuits, the genes of the deceased dragon Albion are extremely diluted, and the environment of the entire labyrinth is not much different from that of an ordinary cave.

The only difference is that in this area, the huge magic circuits emit a faint light, bringing a mysterious aura.

In this environment, a moment's carelessness could lead to a deadly attack—such as a killer spore or a fire-eating rat; danger lurks everywhere.