Magician in Type-Moon

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Aozaki Touko had already considered this.

However, she used a counter-strategy to her advantage, tentatively attacking the barrier in an attempt to lure out the hidden Araya Sōren.

Then use the remaining Runic for a counterattack.

This will break the current stalemate where the enemy is in the dark and we are in the light.

But she never expected that the attack would come from the wall behind her.

This is an attack outside of theory.

It's something of pure magic.

It is a product that a person named Aozaki Touko still cannot fully understand.

The orange, which was flying backwards through the air, had just figured all this out.

Then they saw Araya Sōren, who was like a ghost, emerge from the wall, only to disappear once again.

click-

In another spatial teleportation, Araya Sōren miraculously appeared above the trajectory of the orange gliding.

"Top of the head!"

The right hand moved.

Golden magical light gathered on that fist; there was no doubt that this was a blow capable of pulverizing flesh.

Orange's throat trembled, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she could only utter a few syllables.

Araya Sōren's fist made intimate contact with Tōko's abdomen.

boom!------

Orange's body, which was originally flying backwards, changed angle uncontrollably and slammed downwards.

The immense impact instantly pierced through her body, her face contorted in pain, and she let out a muffled groan.

The next moment, accompanied by a loud bang, Orange's body was sent flying from the fourth floor like a cannonball by Araya's fist.

The air rushed past her ears, and a sharp pain spread from her abdomen throughout her body.

In her field of vision, the ceiling quickly disappeared, and the walls, ceiling, and wires flashed by like images receding in reverse.

Her body plummeted downwards at an incredible speed. The fourth-floor floor cracked like paper as she fell, scattering planks, lime, and debris all at once.

boom--

Orange's body slammed heavily onto the ground floor, the impact causing the entire floor to shake slightly.

The moment she fell, the floor cracked like a spider web, dust scattered, and fragments flew everywhere.

The entire first floor collapsed instantly, and Orange lay in the center of the cracked ruins, her coat torn to shreds.

The intense pain made her breathing rapid, and her vision blurred.

She struggled to lift her head, a wave of pain washing over her as her fingers trembled as she tried to grab the ground beside her to support herself, but all she felt were fragments of dolls scattered across her hands.

The dolls on display on the first floor had already been reduced to dust by the impact.

Fresh blood kept gushing from Orange's mouth.

Meanwhile, Araya Sōren, standing upstairs, coldly looked down at her, his fist still in the throwing posture, as if confirming whether his attack was lethal enough.

The answer is—not deadly enough.

The feeling of that punch was strange, and Orange's body was also strange.

Judging by the power of this strike, it wouldn't have driven Orange into the ground; instead, it should have pierced through her abdomen and completely shattered her body.

Araya Sōren had planned it all out. First, he used spatial teleportation to get into the wall behind Orange, and punched through the protective spell constructed with runes, sending Orange flying out.

This caused it to break free from the protection of the ground, and then this punch, powerful enough to obliterate Aozaki Touko, completely shattered the magician named Aozaki Touko.

Simply put, it's a plan to separate the orange from its protective spell and then deliver the final blow.

This was a flawless plan, because when Aozaki Touko was hit by the first punch, although it wouldn't kill her, it would be enough to leave her no time to react and make a more effective magical defense.

But the feeling of that final punch to Araya Souren was just like the feeling of the first punch hitting Orange, who was trapped in the protective barrier.

Araya Sōren was somewhat puzzled, but when he saw the complex machine containing lenses and film still clicking inside the desk that had been reduced to wood chips on the ground, he understood.

It was this that saved the orange's life—

The "Demon Eye Killer" mask that fell down next to it.

“I see.” Araya Souren picked up the glasses that were facing him. “Although it’s a costume used to seal the Mystic Eyes, its basic structure is still glass with a very high reflectivity.”

"Using projection magic, was the protection constructed from the rune sequence projected onto the attacked body in the instant of consciousness stretching?"

"What a terrifying talent, Aozaki."

"Why are you no longer willing to pursue the root cause?"

Chapter 251 Matou, make your move!

pain.

His body was basically completely unable to move.

Aozaki Touko lay on the ground covered with rubble and debris, intense pain washing over her like a tidal wave.

With each breath, it felt as if her lungs were being pierced by a blade, the pain making it almost impossible for her to make a sound.

Every joint in my body seemed to have lost its ability to obey me; even lifting a finger had become a difficult task.

Araya Sōren remained on the fourth floor, not in a hurry to pursue.

Perhaps it was because of his confidence, feeling that he had already gained an absolute advantage, or perhaps it was because that kind of spatial teleportation magic was not a power that could be used at will.

Orange was unsure, but her mind didn't stop working.

Unlike characters in manga who experience a flashback of memories before death, Aozaki Touko, who is critically injured and on the verge of death, didn't have her life overwhelmed by her own memories. That would have been too cliché.

She was still pondering what exactly Araya Sōren's abilities were all about.

The spatial transfer occurred without warning, without chanting, and without any fluctuations in the barrier... This power was too abnormal, even violating the conventional laws of magic.

Orange could barely understand if it were within a special barrier created with considerable manpower and resources.

But this kind of spatial teleportation, which is like magic, is simply the most mysterious of mysteries.

However, it seems that there is a solution to this problem.

At the same time, Araya Souren's voice came from the hole that pierced through the three floors.

"Just to be on the safe side, let me ask you this: Aozaki, would you be willing to assist me?"

Araya spoke with an unwavering hostility and murderous intent in his eyes.

Aozaki Touko couldn't help but laugh. They'd already fought this far, and Araya was still asking such a question...

Orange answered.

Her amber eyes answered, "Absolutely not."

"Why? You have now abandoned your identity as a magician, abandoned that past where you studied for a certain goal, pursued power, and wanted to accomplish something."

The black magician roared at the orange lying in the rubble from the top of the building.

He stood on high ground, looking down at Orange, who had been knocked down in the ruins.

His tone was calm, no different from usual, only his eyes burned with anger.

Faced with his anger, Aozaki Touko wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and responded calmly:

"There's no great reason; I'm just tired of the fact that the more I learn, the more the opposite happens. The more we learn, the further we get from our goal, and the same goes for the root vortex."

She paused, gave a cold laugh, and continued:

"Only those who are ignorant can approach it, but because of their ignorance, they will never understand its meaning. You and I are no different, Araya, the only difference is that I have acknowledged this, while you are still refusing to acknowledge it."

Araya listened to the sorrowful confession without even frowning.

What Orange was talking about was the nature of magicians, the irony that the smarter they are, the more foolish they seem.

Their eyes met.

In that distance, Orange looked at her former classmates.

This concludes our exchange of answers to fill the long gap in our communication.

The atmosphere inside the office grew increasingly tense.

The air seemed to freeze, carrying a dangerous, oppressive feeling, perhaps distorted by the magician's murderous intent.

In the end, she asked Araya Sōren in the guise of a magician named Aozaki Tōko.

"Araya, what do you seek?"

"True wisdom."

Araya Sōren answered as he walked down the stairs.

"Where can one find such a thing?"

“Only within oneself.”

Despite the obstruction, Touko's eyes remained fixed on Araya's figure.

"...Araya, I'll ask you a question I've asked before. As a magician, what do you expect?"

"I don't expect anything."

Same question, same answer.

"What a stubborn person..."

Orange chuckled after hearing this, her bloodstained lips possessing a tragic beauty.

"Araya, although I don't understand your strange magic, your control over the surrounding space should be limited to the size of a large hall, right?"

Araya Sōren had already arrived beside her.

He didn't answer.