Magician in Type-Moon

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“Beautiful. The power of each of the Mystic Eyes is enough to rival, or even surpass, that of the Noble Color.”

A hint of admiration flashed in his eyes. "Then, I must also order the Demon City to open its gates."

Chapter 482 Alette

The figure sat deep inside the room, the atmosphere around him cold and resolute.

The full-face helmet obscured his face, but judging from the slight swaying of his shoulders and the way he gripped his pistol, the man before him was no ordinary soldier.

His movements were full of ritual, and every subtle gesture revealed an aura of composure and control.

The entire room was surrounded by cold, exposed concrete, and the walls were lined with all sorts of weapons, each one seemingly carefully selected and placed in the most suitable spot in this world.

Pistols, submachine guns, rifles, grenades, landmines, and even portable surface-to-air missile systems—it seemed like everything was there. Each weapon exuded a silent killing intent, as if waiting for some opportunity to allow their masters to regain control of this space.

Most conspicuous was a pistol hidden in a special position. Unlike ordinary modern weapons, it was an extremely large pistol—the Thompson Competitor.

Its bolt action is manually operated, and its design is rugged and interesting. Its single-fire mechanism makes it seem out of place in modern fast-paced warfare.

However, the gun's uniqueness lies precisely in its symbolic meaning.

Unlike other weapons that are lightweight and precise, it interprets the idea that "firearms are ultimately just tools for firing projectiles" in a simple way.

Juste sat there, holding the pistol respectfully in his hand.

An indescribable tension filled the air. He exhaled deeply, as if every inch of air was absorbed into his body, becoming his invisible strength.

That breath was no ordinary breath, but a breath imbued with an almost fanatical faith—as if breathing for some great mission.

He heard that voice in his ear.

"Are you ready, Just?"

The voice did not come from the real world, but from the depths of his mind. It was clear and loud, like the whisper of God, piercing through all the surrounding noise.

Just closed his eyes slightly, and after a moment of silence, he responded softly, "Yes."

His tone was filled with unprecedented joy, as if the whole world had paved a completely new path for him at that moment. That joy deeply masked his inner pain and anxiety, instead making him even more determined to move towards that goal—there was no turning back.

"Maris Billy, of course, needs no further explanation—"

The sudden surge of murderous intent in his words, like a winding black wave, swept over Juste's shoulder and spread outwards. Every muscle in his body was taut, as if he could unleash unparalleled power at any moment.

"I will also eliminate the other person who drove the teacher to his death, Matou Ike!"

.........

"It has been confirmed that Mr. Matouchi has obtained 500 gold coins. You have been admitted to have cleared the second game."

As the dealer's words fell, the air seemed to be instantly distorted by some force, and color surged back into the space. The original gloom and grayness vanished completely in that moment, replaced by a tense vitality.

Melvin's shoulders relaxed instantly, and he sighed, as if the burden of the game had finally been lifted. Then, he turned to Matou Ike, a hint of mockery and curiosity in his eyes.

Do you want to win, or do you want to lose?

Matou Ike's gaze never left Melvin, calm and sharp.

“Who knows?” he replied casually, his tone flat, yet carrying an enigmatic undertone. “It’s just that someone wants me to beat you.”

Melvin's lips curled up slightly, seemingly unimpressed by the answer, but a deeper meaning flashed in his eyes.

"Well, there's nothing I can do about that then." He spread his hands, his tone still relaxed. "Have you decided what kind of bet you want from me?"

Matou Ike didn't answer immediately, but remained silent for a moment, "The previous one is fine."

Melvin raised an eyebrow. "Are you really not going to consider anything else?"

Matou Ike's response was brief and firm: "No."

Melvin stared at him, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Alright, in that case, I'll do as you say."

He shook his head slightly, his gaze sweeping across the gambling table, seemingly lost in thought.

He paused for a second or two before speaking:

"The secret contained within your magic crest is..."

..........

"Is it okay?"

The newly arrived Fym's daughter whispered, as if asking Matou Ike if she was ready to accept the impending changes.

“Mr. Matou Ike, you have become the third person to break through the second game, therefore, the second game has officially ended.”

Her words, like the cold tolling of a bell, announced the end of a grand feast and interrupted Matou Ike's newly entered contemplation.

He was slightly taken aback before he came to his senses. The game had ended long ago, and the stakes had been transferred to him.

But the secret Melvin revealed was so astonishing that it made him fall into deep thought.

After a long while, Tongchi finally looked at the croupier.

"what?"

"The second game is over. During the time you were just thinking, the competition has come to an end."

Fim's daughter continued, her tone still calm, even carrying an undeniable chill.

She had a similar face and eyes to the previous dealers, only her hairstyle was slightly different, and perhaps her personality was also slightly different, but the undeniable difference in her was completely different from that of the previous dealers.

Matou Ike raised an eyebrow slightly, as if he doubted that he had misheard.

"So, has Aizer broken through to the second game level?"

"No, the other guests sat at the same poker table as Lord Aizel and eventually greedily took all of Lord Aizel's gold coins."

"..."

Matouchi was somewhat speechless.

In his mind, the sorcerer named Azel was a first-rate magician, but he never expected that he would be defeated at this moment.

"Who won?" Matou Ike asked.

Before the beautiful dealer could speak,

"it's me."

A creaking sound broke the brief silence.

The sound of shoes hitting the floor drew closer, the firm footsteps standing out sharply against the silent gambling table.

A blonde woman appeared before them, tall and slender, with an air of undeniable coldness and authority.

Her steps were steady, her gaze calm, and although her military uniform had no practical combat function, it still looked very magnificent, like a thick layer of metal armor.

She was around forty years old, with a mature yet sharp face.

He held a metal box in his right hand, seemingly playing with it intentionally or unintentionally, turning it around in his hand and making a rattling sound.

The woman stopped in front of Matou Ike, looked directly at him, and spoke softly:

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Matouike. I am Alette Escaldes.”

Chapter 483 Set sail

Matou Ike looked up, his gaze fixed on the blonde woman. The surname Escaldes stirred something within him.

That wasn't an ordinary name; rather, it belonged to a family he couldn't ignore. He had heard this name from many magicians, especially after arriving in Morocco.

At that time, almost all the prominent families in Morocco mentioned this surname, and even Melvin expressed great respect for it.

Even Melvin once said—

"The Morgan Fars family, to which Isilid belongs, is a first-rate family, second only to the Escaldes family, which is jokingly referred to as 'historical regression'."

Matou Ike's brows furrowed slightly.

"I don't recall seeing you in the group that followed the initial selection. Will those who didn't advance beyond the first game be accepted later?"

There was a hint of doubt in his words.

Before the woman, who identified herself as Alette Escaldes, could respond, the dealer beside her spoke up first to explain:

"That's not a problem, because the guest who gave up their right to participate has officially broken through the first game."

"……etc."

Matou Ike paused briefly, raising her hand to signal them to stop for the moment. "Who relinquished their rights?"

The dealer's eyes flickered, and just as he was about to speak, Alette added calmly:

"According to Mr. Kiz's will, the rights have been formally transferred to me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Matou Ike's heart skipped a beat.

He had sensed something unusual from those words.

Fem's daughter added, "That's right, as just said, His Excellency Kiz ceded his power to Alette."

“Giz?” Matou Ike’s brows furrowed slightly, and his gaze instantly darkened. “You’ve become Giz’s apprentice, haven’t you?”

Matou Ike lowered his voice and continued:

"One more thing... You made a pact with God, didn't you?"

Alette smiled slightly, a sly glint in her eyes.

"Oh, as expected of the renowned Mr. Matou, it seems you even noticed the mechanisms of the Phantom Sea. Or did you learn about it from a friend?"

The woman glanced, seemingly casually, at the other corner of the gambling table.

“I didn’t say anything,” Melvin suddenly interjected, his voice tired and weak.

He was almost completely exhausted from the intense betting game just now. He leaned against the table, propping his head up with his elbow, and a slight, helpless self-deprecating smile played on his lips.

"Really? Sigh, Lord Kiz didn't even instruct his disciples to get along well." Alette looked down at Melvin, her tone as cold as ice. "Even if you betrayed your teacher, it doesn't matter. Blaming such things is beyond my jurisdiction."

Her eyes were cold, revealing a superior sense of arrogance, as if Melvin was just a minor character whom she could easily ignore.

“However,” she paused, then changed the subject, “a loser should act like a loser and leave. There’s no place for you at the banquet on the ship anymore, is there?”

Melvin shrugged and smiled with a hint of disdain.