Magician in Type-Moon

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"Just let Akira fall into someone else's hands like this..."

"Hmm, humph, humph."

The gray-haired man laughed several times.

That was a beauty that even the bright moon would appear blurry in comparison.

"There's not much we can do. If all else fails, we can just find another target. Anyway, we have plenty of options now."

“But I…” Bai Ruolong fell silent.

The gray-haired man smiled again.

"If you want it that much, then I can only try my best for you, although it seems like it will most likely fail."

Chapter 374 The Beginning (4k)

This is the Night Robbery Mansion.

Beside Ye Jie Zhu Yin were the members of Ye Jie.

They seemed to be whispering to Zhu Yin one by one, reporting the situation to her.

In this room where a row of masks hung on the dark walls, Ye Jie Zhu Yin heard about how things had unfolded.

"...They really made quite a scene."

Zhu Yin made no attempt to hide her distress.

After dismissing the other members, the woman clapped her hands.

The partition behind her was immediately pulled open, and the head of the family's son—Ye Jiexuexin, whose right hand was fixed in a plaster cast—appeared.

"Are you calling me?"

"Can you still sense Akira's location?"

"We can roughly pinpoint her location, but she seems to be in a disabled state at the moment."

Xuexin glanced at her right hand and answered briefly, the scar between her eyebrows slightly crooked.

Upon hearing this answer, Ye Jie Zhu Yin narrowed her eyes into slits.

At the same time, adjust your breathing.

Huff... Huff... Huff... Regular and stable.

“Blu tribe, Blu tribe.”

She began to blur her vision and create new rhythms in her body through her breathing.

Simply accept the aura emanating from the masks.

She put her will into a box in her heart, and inside, she seemed to see two completely different masks, one inside and one outside the mirror.

"Another pillar god?"

Frowning slightly.

"I thought I could wait until the next festival, but it seems I can't wait any longer."

That deep lament sounded like a hallucination he had just witnessed, half of which was expected.

She then looked at her child and said:

"I'm about to begin the ceremony. The rest is up to you."

"As ordered."

Ye Jiexue nodded in reply.

"Give me the remaining divine body as well."

"Ok."

He nodded slightly again.

Then Xuexin untied the triangular sling on her right hand and tapped the plaster cast on her left hand.

The plaster cast was easily broken, revealing the arm beneath. Most of the skin had been cruelly peeled off.

On the remaining skin, there were strange tattoo-like markings that seemed to be writhing.

The engraving seemed to breathe like a living thing.

A life form that was not one with Xuexin was parasitizing on this man's skin.

"Do not move."

Zhu Yin held a small knife in her hand and said this.

This knife was also an item prepared for the ceremony.

Holding her son's wrist, she seemingly gently swung the knife.

A brief scream rang out along with the sound of flesh being cut.

Zhu Yin turned her back to her son, who was clenching his teeth, and stared at the wall.

The mask that had initially started vibrating was removed from above.

A wonderful tactile sensation came from my fingertips.

Zhu Yin knew this was because human skin was pasted on the inside of the mask.

Even though many years have passed since it was separated from its original owner, it is still alive and well.

Then she attached the skin that she had just peeled off Xuexin to the inside of her body.

A soft "plop" sound was heard.

Then she suddenly put the mask on her face.

"Ah!"

The woman's body began to spasm. But despite this, her fingers pressing on the mask did not move an inch.

The mask, facing upwards, trembled incessantly, appearing as if it were mocking someone.

Xue Xin behind him didn't make a single move.

He just silently watched his mother.

A short while later, a strong, unpleasant odor filled the room.

It smelled like rust.

A large amount of blood flowed down the inside of Akane's mask, spreading across her black kimono.

.........

Britain, far across the ocean.

A horse-drawn carriage is traveling through the night.

Although there are still many mounted police officers in London, horse-drawn carriages are a rare sight. Let alone four-horse carriages engraved with coats of arms, those are now rare treasures seen only by royalty.

Moreover, the fact that they were driving in the suburbs late at night, and that the person sitting in the driver's seat was a bunch of mechanical dolls that had been disassembled from somewhere and reassembled into human form, made it impossible to look away, only made it seem like some kind of new urban legend.

In reality, the woman who stepped down from that carriage on the street known as Sla was a dreamlike figure.

Aozaki Orange.

She opened the door to her office in the mansion and sighed.

"I really didn't expect to be called out at this time."

"I'm so grateful that you got here in just four hours."

At the other end of the table, El-Melloi's acting monarch had a furrowed brow.

"Are they going to make a move so soon?"

"If things had gone according to plan and dragged on until after the Grand Prix decision, there probably wouldn't have been a chance."

In response to Aozaki Touko's question, the second generation gave a brief reply.

"Has the situation reached this point?" Orange nodded in thought for a moment, then said, "You should have already negotiated with Orlock Sissamond, the authority on Butterfly Magic. What was his attitude?"

“He was very determined. Although in my impression he was the kind of research-oriented magician who hovered outside the power struggles, he seemed to have changed somewhat in the past few years.”

The Second Prince shook his head in annoyance, took out a cigar, and put it in his mouth.

Orange glanced at him, and although his words were somewhat incoherent, she still understood what he meant.

"Has it already formed a deep alliance with certain factions? It seems that the goal cannot be achieved through alliances or coercion."

He exhaled a smoke ring and nodded, acknowledging the point.

"I wish I knew why his attitude changed."

After a long silence, he sighed softly.

"So you want to solve the problem by deconstructing your personality again? No wonder, that's always been your style."

Orange smiled again. The number of times she had cooperated with this new generation monarch had increased rapidly in the past few years, and their methods suited each other very well.

She continued:

“If that’s the case, I do have a clue… The West Salmond family has existed for a very long time, probably close to a thousand years, but their progress in magic is not even as good as some less ancient families. I think you understand what I mean.”

As Orange spoke, she turned her head to look at the El-Melloi family's coat of arms hanging on the wall.

Following Orange's gaze, the Second Prince looked at the heraldic decorations on the wall:

"You mean their magic markings are already... even if they're used to make exceptionally high-quality wines, they can only last for a little over a hundred years at most?"

"It's more accurate to say that the lack of new breakthroughs has caused them to continuously deplete their resources in their mysterious explorations."

Orange raised the corners of her mouth, as if she were mocking something.

As a magic family lineage strongly associated with "new life," it has never been able to break free from the "cocoon" it has woven itself. This may be the curse that every magic family cannot escape.

.........

Inside the Imaginary Tree.