Magician in Type-Moon

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"Is that so? What are your plans for the future? Are you going to commit suicide?"

Lenore was not surprised by Orange's quirky question; in fact, he thought it was quite reasonable.

He replied:

"I did think about it, but now I feel it's unnecessary."

"As expected, so even if I kill you now, it seems it won't have any impact there." Orange said casually, as if discussing some research result.

"So what should I call you now? Rafe Huller, or Lenor Gusin, or some other name?"

“Just call me Rafe Lenore Floros.” He laughed, but his expression was more like a grimace.

Orange nodded, finished her coffee, grabbed a handful of chocolates, and left the mansion.

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"It seems that Aozaki Touko's conclusion is that they failed."

Medea stroked the giant white tree before her and said softly.

"That makes sense. It seems that finding the whereabouts of that Celestial Sovereign is not so simple."

The sound of Matou Pond drifted slowly from the trees, carrying an unreal quality.

Medea hummed in agreement and then brought up another matter.

"The Butterfly Magic project is already on the agenda, and we expect to receive it in about two weeks."

"Is that so? Then it seems I'll be free to move around soon," Matou Ike's figure jumped down from the white tree canopy. "But that's a matter for later. Have you found the whereabouts of that divine body within Japan?"

"Not yet, but it seems that Ryougi Shiki and Ryougi Kanya have found a clue."

Medea replied, while casually taking Matouchi's arm, which was both real and feigned.

"Sounds pretty good. I guess we can have a good meal."

Chapter 368 Night Robbery 4k

A hot wind blew in.

The sun hung high in the sky, sending wave after wave of heat as if it were about to explode.

Even with a baseball cap on, it feels like your eyes are being burned by the glare from the road.

The people coming and going seemed to have gotten used to the bright light and heat, all dressed lightly, chatting and laughing as they walked.

In the distance stand exaggerated modern high-rise buildings, but this food center, with its numerous food stalls lining both sides of the road, exudes the fragrant aroma of sauces and grilled meats.

It's probably because of the summer festival.

Matouchi is strolling down the street at this moment, during his three-hour daily break.

Not long ago, his consciousness finally awoke in the Imaginary Tree, not because he had won a great victory in the feeding competition within the Imaginary Tree.

However, the tug-of-war between him and Beelzebub has dragged on for too long, and they are nearing the end of this world's lifespan.

After both sides realized that even if the two people and the god kept at it, it seemed that they would not achieve any results.

This conclusion was reached through mutual compromise.

A lot has happened in those roughly eight years.

The story begins with an ordinary man surnamed Kurotō marrying into a local gang and having a daughter named Ryougi Mina with a young female member of the gang.

I've seen that little girl, Matou Ike. Judging from her personality alone, she doesn't seem like the kind of child that two mentally ill people could have.

He's always nagging and complaining about wanting to take Ryougi Kanya away from Ryougi Shiki, and he has this Oedipus complex...

However, because of this child's appearance, Matou Ike suffered quite a bit during this period.

The reason?

Of course, it's a certain female Heroic Spirit... She also wants a child.

Therefore, for almost a period of time after Matou Pond was revived, the time spent going out for fresh air was almost reduced to nothing.

In other words, after a long period of "confirmation," it turned out that the child simply could not be born.

Matouchi finally got a chance to catch his breath.

Secondly, in these eight years, the world has undergone tremendous changes.

The landscape of the mystical side has been completely reshaped, as if it had undergone a reshuffling upheaval.

The mechanic of Heroic Spirits descending to earth spread among the mystical factions, which undoubtedly became the trigger for this major reshuffle.

The spread of this phenomenon quickly ignited the ambitions of the magician community, and almost every magician with the means began to frantically pursue the possibility of taking the "Boundary Recording Belt"—that is, Heroic Spirits—as familiars.

The power and diversity of Heroic Spirits have made this mechanism almost synonymous with power.

However, in Matou Ike's view, this was ultimately just a farce.

First, the Magicians' Association and the Church of England reached a difficult agreement: to limit the number of people who could communicate with the Greater Grail.

This means that only a very small number of magicians will have the opportunity to perform the summoning, making the competition extremely fierce.

Secondly, even with sufficient magical aptitude and summoning conditions, a large-scale renovation of the summoning ritual site is still required to bring a heroic spirit into the world.

This raises the issue of the use of sacred sites:

For most magicians, family burial sites are usually tailored to specific family magic tricks.

Transforming a sacred site into an environment suitable for summoning heroic spirits would mean disrupting the existing magic system.

This is not only extremely risky, but a slight mistake could even cause the entire family's magic circuits to become unbalanced, and in severe cases, it could completely sever the family's magic lineage.

If there isn't enough empty spiritual land, rashly making changes could very well turn this family into something like the Matou family without Matou Pond.

It gradually declined along a mysterious path.

This is a tough choice.

However, it's not that there's no solution—

That is to plunder the spiritual lands of other magicians.

In order to obtain the conditions for summoning Heroic Spirits without destroying one's own magical foundation, plundering became the most direct and effective means.

In this way, one can ensure that their own magical foundation remains unaffected, while also gaining more magical assets and meeting the conditions for summoning heroic spirits.

Thus, in the following years, the internal strife within the mystical side began.

Whether they are ambitious individuals or magicians who simply want to conduct their research in peace, they are all inevitably drawn into this conflict.

This has led to a situation where, although the world is in a phase of mysterious revival and there are more and more promising magic talents, the number of different magic lineages is decreasing.

It's practically a winner-takes-all situation, with all kinds of magical resources and newly emerging talents being monopolized by families that already possess power and influence.

However, there are also examples like the World Tree, which emerged from chaos and quickly accumulated resources to build a vast magic system.

However, Matouike disagreed with this.

"A farce is just a farce."

Matou Ike's cold laugh stemmed from a simple fact—even if all the conditions were met, a Heroic Spirit might not necessarily be willing to descend into the world.

This is not because the magician lacks ability, but because the heroic spirit itself has no obligation to respond to the summons.

Although the summoning process can transmit information to the Throne of Heroes through the Greater Grail, the success of the summoning depends more on the will of the Heroic Spirit.

"Heroic Spirits are not tools, but beings with independent will."

This raises the question that, without an omnipotent wish-granting machine as a guarantee, the summoner is nothing more than an incompetent requester to the Heroic Spirit.

So even if the Greater Grail is communicated and then relayed from the Greater Grail to the Throne of Heroes, most people simply won't bother with such requests.

However, given the long history of humankind, there are still some heroic spirits willing to come to the mortal world as familiars.

They are either warmongers who crave battle, even if it's just for a momentary fight, and are willing to answer the call to appear.

Or they are the kind of righteous heroes who, after seeing the world become like this, shout things like "I had no intention of competing for power, but the people are suffering," and want to save the world.

And some obsessive individuals who, in pursuit of a certain goal, are even willing to enter the mortal world to achieve their desires despite being bound by Command Seals.

This resulted in the magicians' fierce struggle continuing even under the relentless suppression of the two giants, the Holy Church and the Magic Association.

It was like a Holy Grail War involving the entire planet...

But perhaps only a battle of this scale can truly be considered a "war".

Overall, after these eight years, this world has gained the ability to fight against other Lostbelts.

But it truly became a mess.

Every advantage has its disadvantages.

Everything has two sides.

This is perfectly understandable.

However, Matouchi and his group also reaped considerable benefits during those eight years.

With their support, the El-Melloi family not only managed to stabilize themselves amidst the chaos.

In addition, his understanding of Heroic Spirit battles led him to become an expert in the Mage's Association for handling such incidents.

They gained considerable power and benefits.

Matou Ike shook her head. She never expected that the disappointed boy she had brushed past at the foot of Mount Sonozo would end up like this. Although she had expected it, it was still a sad sight.

Matouchi Pond has already strolled to the vicinity of the shrine.

There were many stalls set up in the garden, and each stall had a bare, old light bulb hanging from it.

Not only are there a large number of stalls, but the variety of stalls is also astonishing.

Some people scoop goldfish, some shoot targets, and others participate in a lottery or a mixed dish.

Matouchi wandered aimlessly among the chaotic stalls.

I watched as the straw-decorated shimenawa (sacred ropes) adorned the eaves and torii gates, and the gohei (imperial coins) hanging from them swayed in the breeze.

After watching for a while, Matou Ike continued walking forward.

The smell of soil and greenery mingled together.