Magician in Type-Moon

Page 172

While the light dispelled the darkness, it also brought an invisible sense of oppression.

In the silent corridor, the echo of my own footsteps reverberated, as if everything around me was frozen by the cold light, devoid of any life.

After passing through the entrance hall that requires a card swipe, you can take the elevator from Matou Pond.

The elevator was empty, but there were mirrors inside so passengers could see their own reflections.

The mirror shows a person wearing a light, dark blue trench coat over a simple white T-shirt, the hem casually tucked into black casual pants.

Matou Ike was still sleepy-eyed, his blank eyes showing no interest in anything; he had come alone.

Just now, the insects he left in the Witch Tower sent him a message that someone had entered the building.

Previously, high school girls committed suicide during the day or evening, after all, due to the curfew regulations during special periods, people couldn't go out at night.

Matou Ike faced her reflection in the mirror and pressed the elevator button leading to the roof.

The monotonous mechanical sound of the elevator echoed in the narrow space, reflecting his mood.

The confined space made him feel a little irritable. Matou Ike thought about it for a moment and concluded that it was the lingering effects of his previous experience in the hospital.

As the elevator approached the roof, Matou Ike closed her eyes slightly, as if for a brief moment, she was isolated from the world.

The elevator doors slowly opened.

The scenery ahead suddenly changed, revealing a dark space.

The surroundings were completely silent, with only a faint movement of air, as if even breathing was being suppressed in this small room.

The only door on the roof leading to the outside world stood silently before him.

After arriving at the small room with only one door leading to the roof, the elevator left Matouchi and returned to the first floor.

Matou Ike walked towards the door, his fingers gently touching the doorknob, the cold metallic feel reaching his fingertips.

His gaze shifted slightly downwards; the door was blocked by something.

Someone has been here.

It was obviously the guy who sneaked into the Witch Tower.

There was no trace of magic in him; he seemed to be just an ordinary person.

Not knowing what was happening outside, Matou Ike did not attempt to break down the door to get out.

Instead, it dispersed its body, transforming into countless demonic worms that crawled out from the cracks in the door.

After overcoming the obstacles, they were reorganized into one.

The breath-concealing magic and the suggestion magic were prepared in advance.

Even when they were riding the elevator, Matouike had set up a simple soundproof barrier in the elevator's structure.

After passing through that door, we arrived at the rooftop.

A cool summer night breeze swept over him, and his trench coat swayed gently, as if responding to the call of the night.

The viewpoint moves from bottom to top, gradually approaching the center.

The first thing you see is a girl in a strange uniform looking down from the edge of the rooftop.

The uniform was so distinctive that it was instantly recognizable as the uniform of the orthodox Catholic aristocratic girls' school, Ritual Garden.

Chapter 221 Voluntary Death

The girl stood on the edge of the rooftop, looking down at the city below. A gentle breeze lifted the hem of her skirt, making it appear somewhat ethereal.

Her figure contrasted sharply with her surroundings; she seemed not to belong here. Yet she stood there quietly, as if waiting for something, or perhaps pondering something.

The girl's gaze was fixed on the city lights at her feet, her expression calm, yet carrying a hint of unfathomable emotion.

Matou Ike did not choose to break the moment of tranquility immediately. He did not act rashly, but silently walked to the girl's side, as if he had just come here by chance, and looked down at the city lights below with her.

Under the influence of magic, the student from Reien Girls' High School was completely unaware that there was another person standing next to her.

Standing on the edge of the rooftop, a gentle breeze caressed the hem of his clothes, and his gaze, like that of the young girl, fell upon the city lights.

It was already 2 a.m., and the city's curfew had silenced the once bustling streets.

The lights were still on, but the daytime bustle and vibrancy were gone.

The streets were deserted, with only a few patrol vehicles occasionally driving by, their headlights leaving brief streaks in the night before disappearing into the darkness in the distance.

There was absolutely no urge to jump off.

In other words, the curse from Wuzhao Kirie did not come true here at all.

The girl in front of me might just want to come here for some fresh air.

Or perhaps the curse simply lingers on the person before him, unnoticed by Matou Ike.

Matouchi continued to observe the people in front of her and the scenery below, searching for any people or things that might be unusual.

The girl just stood there blankly, her eyes fixed on the pitch-black street below.

Matouchi suddenly realized that the person in front of him hadn't paid any attention to the night view in the distance.

It's not normal.

Humans are greedy creatures, especially when they stand on high places.

The viewpoint will involuntarily lock onto the more distant horizon; the vast field of vision is a sharp blade that pierces through the barriers between worlds.

This makes the fact that we are here obscured.

This is also one of the main reasons for the "flying" impulse brought about by looking down.

But the person in front of her kept her gaze fixed on the area below the building the entire time.

This means that the other person is not that interested in another world; she has always confined herself to the original point.

In other words, she had no urge to "fly" at all; she only wanted to fall.

But she hesitated, a mixture of fear of death and longing for life.

Something was driving her toward self-destruction.

This is an exception, although Matouike did not personally witness the appearance of other people who jumped to their deaths.

But his intuition told him that the girl in front of him was a special case.

The "flying" curse is real.

The girl didn't seem to be directly affected by the curse; rather, she stood there willingly, hovering on the edge of life and death.

Moreover, Liyuan School is like a shelter; once enrolled, one cannot leave without considerable privileges.

But if someone is unaffected by the curse yet still wants to die, then their motives are worth investigating.

Then Matou Ike slowly walked to the girl's side and reached out to pat her shoulder.

"Who are you?" Matou Ike broke the silence and asked in a low voice. The moment Matou Ike touched the girl's shoulder, he silently planted a hint, like planting a seed in her heart.

Such psychological intervention requires patience and skill, especially for someone with an extremely unstable mental state like her; any rough intervention could lead to serious consequences.

“Miyazuki Terumisa,” the girl answered softly, her voice carrying a faint hint of life, her orange-red hair swaying gently in the night breeze.

The black half-rimmed glasses made her face look somewhat heavy.

"You're a student at Liyuan, aren't you?" he asked softly, his gaze fixed on her eyes hidden behind black-rimmed glasses.

"At this time, you should still be on campus, especially during curfew. Someone helped you, right?"

Miyazuki Terumisa's body trembled slightly. She hesitated and turned to look at Matou Ike, her eyes revealing a sense of vigilance and unease, but even more so, helplessness and confusion.

“I…” Her voice was a little hoarse, as if she was trying to suppress some emotion, “I am a teacher.”

Matou Ike raised an eyebrow and continued, "There's nothing to see here, is there? Why risk being punished by coming here?"

"...atonement."

When Matou Ike heard the word "atonement," a knowing glint flashed in his eyes.

"Atonement?" He asked softly, as if guiding Miyatsuki Terumisa to analyze her own heart.

"You've come here alone so late, just to atone for your sins? What sins do you think standing on the edge of this rooftop can atone for? Do you want to jump?"

"...Jump?" The girl repeated the sound, her trembling body slowly regaining its composure, as if she had made up her mind.

"Yes, as long as I jump, Yuko will forgive me, and the curse left by Shinobu will stop."

Upon hearing the girl's words, Matou Ike frowned slightly. "Wujou-senpai?"

Did Wuzhao Kirie attend Reien School? But that guy has a serious lung disease, and tumors have grown all over his body, starting from terminal malignant sarcoma. His internal organs are in particularly serious condition.

This body is simply not capable of supporting a normal schooling.

Just as Matou Ike was still pondering, Miyatsuki Teru Misa, who was beside her, had already broken the hint and jumped down into the street below.

Matouike was not surprised.

This implies that the magician himself let his guard down.

The other person's will to die was so strong that it could break through the conventional hinting magic, so Matou Ike did not forcefully stop her from taking her own life.

There's a saying that makes a lot of sense: "Respect the fate of others and let go of the urge to help them."

He also needs to find out what exactly this so-called lifting of the curse means.

However, when he patted Miyatsuki Teru Misa on the shoulder, he not only set up a suggestive magic spell but also examined her body and found no trace of magical intervention. However, it seemed that the girl was pregnant.

It's unbelievable that such an event could happen in a closed "other world" like Reien.

Moreover, it was a good bait; the insects left on the nearby streets had recently informed him that something had sneaked in.

Did they come here just because they smelled it?

Or did the guy who sneaked in know all along that "food" would appear at this time?

Matouike was very interested in this.

Chapter 222 Spiral

Matou Ike stood on the edge of the rooftop railing, leaning slightly forward, looking down at the dark street below.