Magician in Type-Moon

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"You actually found your way here too? And you seem to be injured?"

The voice seemed to be on the same spiritual level as her, a projection of consciousness existing through "representation".

She looked up and saw the person standing there quietly.

The pitch-black night seemed to solidify on his body, his features so handsome they seemed otherworldly.

But what's most striking is his equally wolf-like hair color—

—Kiz of the Wandering Sea.

"Hmm, hoo, hoo."

Kiz let out a distinctive laugh, his gaze fixed on Medea.

"Let me state upfront that my death was not a substitute or part of a plan."

He waved his hand, his tone as casual as if he were talking about something insignificant.

"It's embarrassing to admit, but I was killed halfway through, which is why I ended up like this."

"I don't even have a memory of the moment of my death, and I don't know who killed me or how."

He sighed listlessly, his tone tinged with self-mockery.

Medea remained on high alert and asked in a deep voice:

"So, what are you now?"

"simply put--"

Kiz smiled slightly, a hint of inscrutable meaning in his eyes.

"It's just a 'record'."

Chapter 513 The Final Round

"Record?"

Her brow furrowed even deeper; Medea certainly knew what the record was.

recording.

It's just a reproduction.

"It is merely a reproduction of the traces of my existence."

Kiz shrugged and said casually.

Medea's sharp gaze swept over him, her voice low and menacing:

"...So, you're really dead?"

"The magician Kiz is indeed dead."

Elgo's voice was indifferent and steady.

"As I said before, this thing is just 'recording.' Although it can make some mental movements, essentially—"

He paused, seemingly searching for the right words.

"—It's not much different from manipulating a puppet."

Medea frowned slightly.

This is probably not a lie.

Perhaps because of the special nature of this place, she vaguely sensed that the other person was indeed stating the facts.

But these are merely facts, not the complete truth.

She paused for a moment, then spoke:

Do you think you're going to die?

“Oh, don’t say such terrible things, Priestess of Hecate.”

Kiz shook his head with a "How dare I?" look on his face.

However, he then casually added:

"However, I have indeed considered that possibility. After all, if someone could kill me, there are only two most likely scenarios—"

His gaze swept leisurely over Elgo and Melvin, and he said slowly:

"Either, Elgo is growing faster than I expected."

"Or perhaps the descendants of Kurrides beat them to it."

—Descendants of Kurrides.

One of the three magicians who made Elgo devour the gods—

Latio Kurrides Hiram, an alchemist from the Atlas Institute.

Medea nodded slightly, then asked:

"Not Wuzhiqi of the Mountain Court?"

Kiz chuckled and waved his hand lazily:

"That girl has her reasons; she can't possibly beat me to it."

Then, he clapped his hands lightly, a delighted smile curving his lips:

"Alright, this is a rare opportunity. Now that everyone is here, shall we enjoy the banquet on the boat together?"

"...You are not lying."

Medea stared at him silently, her gaze sharp.

"but--"

Her tone lowered slightly.

"—You must not have told the whole truth either, right?"

Medea glared fiercely at Kiz.

"The spell you left behind took advantage of Fem's ship banquet itself."

"Oh."

Kiz exclaimed in admiration.

“A good hypothesis.” He continued, shaking his head, his tone slightly flippant. “I originally thought that if it were Matou Ike, it might have come to this point, but did it really happen?”

He paused, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes, "However—even so, at least for now, there's nothing we can do for each other, isn't there?"

Medea's gaze did not weaken. After a moment of silence, she said, "...Perhaps that's true."

"In that case, why don't we watch it together?"

Kiz's voice suddenly became relaxed, and he raised his hand as if inviting her to immerse herself in this irreversible vortex.

As he moved, the pitch-black space suddenly regained its color.

What appeared before Medea was the round table room where Matouchi and the other gamblers were gathered.

This scene wasn't from the perspective she had just seen through the small window; it was a new vista, with the surrounding space fully unfolding. She was no longer an observer, but had been drawn into it.

All of this seems to coincide with Van Fim's "magic," a kind of magic that enhances reality.

It's almost like the structure of a Russian nesting doll.

Matouchi and the others watched the arena through 3D images, while Medea and Kiz observed the gamblers' reactions from an augmented reality perspective in the mental world.

Giz peered out from beside the augmented reality of Van Fem's top hat and said, "Is the final round finally about to begin?"

From a certain perspective, the final battle has been delayed until this moment.

The situation is clearly heading in a worse direction.

The swamp created by Hydra has completely surrounded Luvia I and Luvia II, forming a cage from which there is no escape.

The environment here is extremely harsh, the space for survival is gradually shrinking, and even fighting has become exceptionally difficult.

The situation is becoming increasingly irreversible.

The two magicians' movements became increasingly sluggish, not because of exhaustion, but because—

Oxygen deficiency.

From the very first round, they had been careful to avoid inhaling the poisonous fog spread by Hydra.

As outstanding magicians, their lungs and red blood cells have been "enhanced," and they even use wind element magic to slow down the corrosive effects of the poisonous gas, allowing them to continue fighting.

however--

They have reached their limit.

Hydra's territory—the extent of the poisonous swamp—grew larger and larger over time.

Like a predator on the hunt, it gradually sensed that its prey was about to come under its control, licking it with its tongue and increasing its restraint on Luvia and the others.

By the end of the third round and the final round approaching, the poisonous swamp had occupied 70% of the entire arena.

The footholds where Luvia I and Luvia II stood have almost disappeared.

.........

Isilid licked his lips.

As if infected by the excitement of the arena, his profile flushed slightly.

It's not just Isilid.

Both Alette, whose breathing became somewhat rapid, and Bai Ruolong, who kept tapping on the table, were equally affected by the emotions in the arena.

Van Fim and Matou Ike maintained their expressions, but their gazes remained fixed on the 3D image.

Even if it's not a battle of choice, the way humans fight with all their might has that kind of allure.

Although the barbarity of ancient Rome has vanished, this is why fighting techniques such as boxing and Muay Thai still exist today.

“Speaking of which, this is the final battle, so why don’t you all tell us who you bet on to win? Anyway, the betting has already ended,” Isilid suddenly suggested.