Magician in Type-Moon

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He was a young man with a face as exquisitely sculpted as a sculpture, his dark golden hair shimmering under the light, and his azure eyes as deep as the sea.

The man was dressed very elegantly, wearing a red coat with gold trim, looking as graceful as a nobleman in a painting.

Judging from his age, he appears to be a German in his early twenties.

A young man in a red coat walked gracefully into the office, his steps light and steady.

His smile was full of kindness and enthusiasm, but in Orange's eyes, that smile was as malicious as a venomous snake.

"Hey, Aozaki! Long time no see! How have you been?"

He greeted them cheerfully, his smile as bright as a blooming flower, full of feigned gentleness.

He stopped in front of the orange, his gaze carrying an inscrutable ease.

Although Orange remained seated, maintaining an indifferent demeanor, she could not conceal the wariness that flickered in her eyes.

"Corneles Aruba, what brings the Second Abbot of Schuberthheim Monastery to this remote place?"

Orange's voice was cold, with a hint of barely concealed hostility.

"Haha, is that even a question!"

Cornelius Aruba laughed and spread his hands as if to show his innocence and goodwill.

"I came all this way to see you. You took great care of me in London, so as a former classmate, I'm here to offer you some advice. Or perhaps my good intentions have only caused you trouble?"

The young man spread his hands out exaggeratedly, making a kind smile.

Orange's eyes remained indifferent.

Nevertheless, the young man still wore a smile.

"Speaking of which, Japan is really a wonderful place. Although you say it's a remote place, that's precisely why it's possible to avoid the Association's surveillance. For magicians who have broken away from the Association, this country is truly an ideal land."

"But I was originally a magician in the association, so it doesn't matter." After adding this, the young man laughed.

"Is this a reflection of my current situation, huh...?" Orange thought to herself.

Looking sideways at the young man who was talking non-stop like a machine gun, Orange finally spoke.

"If you're going to waste your breath, you should go back. Don't ever step into other people's workshops again. Even if you get killed, you won't be able to complain."

"What? You just casually stepped into my world too," Cornelius Aruba replied, half-jokingly.

“Those two brats started causing trouble as soon as they went in, without even saying hello. I should be the one complaining about your lack of manners.”

Orange frowned slightly upon hearing these words.

She could only imagine that the "world" Aruba referred to was the place that Matou Pond and Ryougi Shiki had attacked today.

That kind of place is definitely not suitable for casual trespassing.

"So, what is it, Aruba? Did you come here just to brag? We're not apprentices anymore; we're all now part of the Confederation. Go show off your research findings to your disciples."

The young man, who had just been relaxed, suddenly raised his voice, which now carried a hint of old-man authority:

"Hmph, you're still the same as ever. Fine, I'll save those kinds of things for later. It's really hard to stay calm in your own backyard."

"Aozaki, those two brats under your command stole my important treasure. As their guardian, shouldn't you compensate me in some way?"

Orange didn't answer, but silently raised her eyes.

She already had a plan in mind, and had discussed it with her before setting off for Matou Pond.

If we take action tonight, will we face a counterattack from Araya Sōren?

But I never expected that the person who came would be this guy. How ridiculous.

"You? Aruba, you don't even dare to stand in front of me in your true form, yet you use a puppet to ask for benefits? Besides, you wouldn't dare to interfere in matters related to the Blood Ring."

What stood before her at that moment was nothing more than a doll.

If Aruba had come in person, she would have already blasted him away. She was already irritable lately, so how could she tolerate this guy being so arrogant in front of her?

"You're always like this!" The magician stared at her, his eyes filled with murderous intent, as if he were about to cry.

Aruba's voice was filled with suppressed anger.

"It's like you're belittling me like this. I was the first to specialize in runes, and I was the first to gain the reputation of a puppeteer. Despite all that, your appearance has fooled those idiots in the association."

It was as if he couldn't help but say those words.

"That belittling attitude made those fools think I was incompetent. Come to think of it, I am the next abbot of the Schopenhauer Monastery!"

"I've been studying magic for over forty years, why should I have to be subordinate to a girl in her early twenties like you?"

Facing an opponent who feigned friendliness from beginning to end, but then began spreading curses.

Orange simply stared at him silently, her face expressionless.

“Ability has nothing to do with age, Cornelius, but you always only pay attention to appearances, which is why you can’t keep up with the inner qualities.”

Although the statement was calm and unassuming, it was a provocation that struck at the heart of the matter.

The "young man" who was over fifty years old listened to the story and was twisted into an ugly mess by hatred and anger.

He took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure:

"Aozaki, hand over that part of the Blood Ring's principles. I've been quite busy lately, and I didn't expect you guys to slip up and take advantage of me."

"Each party needs to have a copy of this so that things can proceed smoothly, right? If you're willing to hand it over, perhaps I can consider sparing your life."

Chapter 241 Disillusionment

"Is this your condition?"

Aozaki Touko, without budging, reached into her breast pocket, took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and put it in her mouth.

He seemed not to take the threats made by the magician in the red coat seriously.

At that moment, she was thinking about something else: the actions of Matouchi.

"It seems my son has already retrieved that thing, otherwise you wouldn't have rushed to my magic workshop to retaliate."

"You're still the same... I haven't told you my purpose yet, have I?"

Cornelius Aruba was not angered by Touka's verbal disregard; in his eyes, Touka was now standing before him like a corpse.

If the target of anger is a living person, then it's understandable.

It would be extremely rude to bark at a corpse.

As the second abbot of the Shubenheim Monastery, he still needs to observe basic etiquette.

Calming himself down, the red-clad magician changed his words.

"I don't care about Araya's plans. In fact, I have no interest in any root vortex. It's pointless to pursue something that may or may not even exist. If you want to touch the realm of God, just pursue the truth. There's no need to trace back to the origin, is there?"

After saying that, he took a step back and retreated to the outside of the office.

Seeing his movements, Orange knew that he was about to launch an attack on her.

After all, during their time studying together, she had already clearly understood the personality of the person named Aruba—an arrogant person who would never put himself in a combat situation.

"Aozaki, I came to this remote and desolate place to kill you!"

With a loud, guttural laugh, the magician ran quickly up the stairs.

Orange simply watched silently as the magician went up to the rooftop.

The agency is now completely filled with manifestations of the magician's malice.

Orange narrowed her eyes slightly, coldly surveying the creamy-colored substance scattered throughout the office.

These viscous, invisible substances were slowly flowing across the floor, wriggling as if alive, gradually taking over the entire space.

A putrid stench filled the air, and these materialized magical artifacts were drawing ever closer to her.

"Are these slimes?" she asked with a hint of disdain, her tone a mixture of sarcasm and disgust.

Clearly, she felt no threat whatsoever to an attack of Cornelius Aruba's caliber.

"As expected, it's as boring as ever." Orange shook her head, a hint of impatience on her face.

But what seeped from the outer wall of the hall was not such a simple thing.

The creamy-colored slime quickly took shape after overflowing from the wall.

Orange's eyes twitched slightly as she noticed the clumps of creamy, sticky liquid seeping in from the outer wall of the hall.

These strange substances were more troublesome than she had anticipated. The liquid that was gradually seeping out of the walls began to rapidly coalesce and deform, mimicking the forms of humans and wild beasts.

Their bodies rot and dissolve, their surface scars constantly changing, but each time they rot, they can quickly reassemble, restoring a bizarre and exquisite form.

Some are humanoid, some are beastoid.

Although the surface scars began to dissolve, their appearance immediately reformed, and nothing looked more real than that.

Metaphorically speaking, it's like a person or a wild animal that is constantly rotting, something that simultaneously possesses ugliness and ingenuity.

"Aruba, is this all you can summon here? You really should consider becoming a movie director. With you around, we can save a lot of money on monster props. But I guess you can only work on low-budget horror films, right? How come, isn't this job more suitable for you than the title of Dean?"

She chuckled softly, crossing her arms over her chest as if watching a poorly executed performance.

Indeed, the scene is like something out of a horror movie, except that crosses or guns are probably powerless against these kinds of monsters.

Orange smiled dismissively, then said sarcastically:

"No, it seems you can't even be a director. The performance was so bad it was laughable. At this level, not only would the audience not be interested, but even I wouldn't be. If you want to do something weird, you have to at least reach this standard."

After she finished speaking, she gently kicked the drawer under the desk, and with the movement of her toes, the drawer slowly opened a crack.

What followed was a cold, stern command: "Come out."

The command carried an undeniable authority.

Almost simultaneously, an object rapidly formed in the darkness, swirling around Aozaki Touko like a typhoon.

The black gale raged outwards from her center, its speed violent. In no time, everything inside the agency, including the monsters seeping from the walls, vanished without a trace in the fierce whirlwind.

The air returned to calm, leaving only Orange still sitting in the same spot and the undamaged desk in front of her.

It was as if everything was just a hollow illusion.

The traces left by the real afterimage—