Magician in Type-Moon

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Matou Ike nodded slightly, his gaze lingering for a moment on the other's face, which was both human-like and incredibly eerie.

Then I focused my attention on the meal the other person had mentioned.

He was indeed feeling a bit hungry, especially after seeing the food prepared for him.

"These? They all seem to be..."

"That's right, they're all a bunch of random gods or demigods. Among them are my enemies and some who want to use me to seize control of this world. It took me a lot of effort to hunt them down. Don't you like it?"

Faced with this answer, Matou Ike simply shook his head slightly, then asked:

"Do you want to irrigate me with divinity?"

"Yes, you're sprouting too slowly. If you follow the normal pace, you won't bear fruit even by then. Although he advised me to be patient, I'm still getting a little impatient."

The woman wrapped in silk nodded slightly, then looked at Matou Pond, as if expecting something.

"Him?" Matou Ike frowned slightly, seemingly puzzled.

"Is it hard to understand? Of course, I'm referring to your planter, that emperor who stole out of history."

Matou Ike hummed in response, remaining expressionless as he fell into deep thought.

He picked up the utensils that had been prepared beforehand and began cutting the "food" placed in front of him.

He was indeed a little hungry, especially after awakening that "origin".

......

Francesca Plerati glanced at Aozaki Touko's expression, then spun around and jumped in front of her.

He took out a self-imposed essay contest contract that looked like it had been prepared in advance and handed it to Aozaki Touko.

Orange's eyelids twitched as she looked at the name "Francesca Plerati" already signed on the contract, but she quickly composed herself and, after checking it, signed her name on it.

The moment the contract took effect, Aozaki Touko and Francesca immediately felt the binding force acting on their souls.

"Are you an idiot?! Hehe...hehehehe! Why...why?! You're actually willing to do something like this! Are you an idiot? Are you an idiot? Hehehehe!"

The girl, laughing so hard she was practically rolling on the floor, brought her face close to Aozaki Touko's, her mischievous expression on her devilish face.

"That way, you'll never be able to lay a hand on me again, which means—"

"Red of Pain! Red of Pain! Red of Pain... Red of Pain! I can say this to you a hundred times and you still can't kill me. Doesn't that count as breaking some kind of taboo? Speak up, Red of Pain, little sister!"

After fully enjoying Aozaki Touko's expressionless face, Francesca Plerati, who received no response, laughed for a full three minutes before stopping.

He then complained:

"Honestly, why did I have to sign this contract? That person is my idol."

But Aozaki Touko knew the man's wicked nature well, so she maintained her composure and simply said:

"You should start fulfilling your contract, old dog."

"You always call me 'old dog,' but we're partners under a contract now. Shouldn't you use a more affectionate term of address? How about calling me Ka-chan?"

Francesca Plerati said this, as if she had forgotten who was the one who kept calling out Aozaki Touko's forbidden name.

Even though Francesca stood tall and proud with confidence, Orange finally couldn't hold back any longer and sighed, saying:

"I'm starting to regret working with you."

"It's too late to talk about this now. Let's work together to bring that person down from their pedestal!"

She suddenly stopped moving and opened her arms as if making a pronouncement to someone.

The next moment, a black umbrella that was spinning continuously appeared out of thin air in the empty palm.

When the shadow under the umbrella enveloped her and Orange.

The back of the umbrella opened instantly, emitting a low hum, and a black shadow rapidly expanded, enveloping her and Aozaki Touko.

The shadows were like a silent abyss, swallowing up all the light and sound around them.

In an instant, the shadow receded inward like a tide, and when the darkness dissipated—

The two figures had completely disappeared from the hall.

Only a lingering, strange aura remained in the empty hall, as if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion.

Chapter 355 The Garden of Sinners (Thirty-Six)

The deity Beelzebub, sitting directly opposite Matou Pond, quietly watched Matou Pond wolf down his food, as if he were enjoying a wonderful performance.

A satisfied glint appeared in his eyes. He gently raised his finger and tapped the table, as if waiting for Matou Ike to swallow the food in front of him.

"I haven't told you about the history of this room yet, especially since your guardian isn't here right now, so I can finally talk to you without any worries."

Matou Ike paused his chewing for a moment, raised his head, and met the gaze of the god opposite him.

"This room..." He casually waved his hand, and the surrounding walls seemed to tremble slightly in response to His will.

"It used to be the ritual site of that evil god. As an evil god from a heretical sect, His greatest skill was manipulating the consciousness of others."

Matou Ike's eyes flickered slightly, but she didn't stop eating.

He really needs nourishment now to soothe the primal hunger that originates from his consciousness.

“He found me in 1438, no, perhaps I found Him. He wanted to make a deal with me, so I came to this room as promised, just like you are now.”

"So what? He's now food on the plate, while you can sit here and enjoy yourself."

Matouchi casually picked up a piece of meat from his plate, examining it closely for a moment, as if trying to identify its origin.

Although the food was meticulously prepared, the faint, emanating magical and divine scent made it impossible to ignore its ominous origin.

Beelzebub, sitting directly opposite, had a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth, a curve that concealed a barely perceptible malice.

"Yes, when I arrived here, He couldn't wait to show me His claws, but I can understand it, after all, this is His territory. But in the end, it was me who sat here."

"So that's your plan too? So you'll start eating after I've had my fill?"

Matou Ike frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed.

“Hehehe…” Beelzebub chuckled. “Indeed, I have such a plan. After all, I haven’t eaten since I came to this world for this banquet.”

"That must have been very difficult for you." Matou Ike raised an eyebrow, then said with a hint of complaint:

"But aren't you placing far too much importance on me? You should have the ability to separate your consciousness, after all, even I can do that. Wouldn't that make your battles outside the arena a little easier?"

"Although there is a great gap between us, there is a saying, something like 'When a lion hunts a rabbit, it uses its full strength.'"

Beelzebub's voice was deep and resonant, as if it came from the ancient wilderness.

He paused for a moment, as if intentionally creating a moment of tension, before continuing:

“But there is another reason… and that is you, Chi, who is worth it for me to do this.”

He leaned forward slightly, the eerie light in his eyes growing ever more unsettling, as if he wanted to completely dissect Matou Pond.

"I don't care about abandoning this body if I can have you. I don't fear the emperor if I can have you. I will be able to..."

Before he could finish speaking, Matouchi impatiently interrupted his rambling.

“This is truly unbecoming of a deity,” he said slowly, wiping his mouth with a napkin. He raised his eyelids, a hint of mockery flashing in his bloodshot eyes.

"No wonder the emperor once said you had gone mad. Compared to divinity, your current 'humanity' is rather superfluous."

Upon hearing these words, Beelzebub's lips curled into a strange smile.

"Is that so? If you want to blame someone, blame that guy named King Solomon. After all, he's the one who imposed this concept of humanity on me."

Matou Ike chuckled, chewed the last piece of food on his plate, and swallowed it.

"But is this really a good idea?"

Matou Ike put down his knife and fork and leaned back in his chair.

"The feeling of being torn apart and ripped apart when you fall from God to a human can really drive you to the brink of despair. The reason you're willing to go to such lengths to plan these things is because of this humanity, isn't it? Why torture yourself like this?"

"Don't you think this is bad? But I really like this kind of humanity."

Although He said that, Matou Ike still saw that a raging fire had already been burning in those deep, empty eyes.

It's somewhat like a curse from a fairy tale.

Cruel lessons are often expressed through similar examples.

Isn't he the same way at this moment?

"Although I don't know what offensive things you're thinking, I still have to ask you this: would you be willing to be eaten by me?"

He smiled slightly and issued his final announcement to Matou Pond.

As the words were conveyed, images also appeared in Matou Ike's mind.

But they were all just about the benefits of doing so.

In other words, they were trying to persuade him to surrender.

That's so cliché.

After a while, Matou Ike shook his head decisively.

"But I'm not full yet..."

......

What had been a clear and orderly defensive counterattack tactic suddenly turned into extreme violence at this moment.

The trajectory of each spell began to distort, as if driven by some uncontrollable force, losing its original precision and sense of control.

It's like a finely tuned machine suddenly overclocking under pressure, instantly shattering the original balance and plunging into a state of irreversible chaos.

This sudden change caused a dramatic increase in the pressure on Ryougi Shiki and Medea, almost several times greater.

But it's okay, it's just a variation.

This adds some difficulty compared to the original predicament.

Adjust your breathing and concentrate.

Ryougi Shiki charged forward again.

The chaotic swordsmanship, combined with the chaotic nerves, naturally allowed him to keep up with the chaotic trajectory of the situation.