Magician in Type-Moon

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A faint sense of unease still lingered in the air, as if an invisible force had torn the space itself apart.

The cement surface on the wall, which should have been smooth, is now covered with deep cracks, as if some invisible claws are scratching at it, leaving crooked marks like cruel scars.

Several pieces of furniture, torn to shreds by the storm, were scattered on the floor.

The filing cabinet, which was originally placed in the corner, is now twisted and deformed under the weight. The metal sheet looks as if it has been crushed by a huge force, making a series of dull "crack" sounds.

A faint dust lingered in the air, and occasionally wisps of black mist could be seen, like the ghosts of decaying creatures, flashing by in the air.

The desk near Orange was completely intact, as if it were the only sanctuary in this ruin.

The desktop remained tidy, the pen and documents untouched, yet an invisible boundary line seemed to have been drawn around it.

Everything around it was destroyed by the raging power, but it remained unharmed.

On the floor beside the table, a deep engraving could be faintly seen, extending from the drawer to Orange's feet, as if some force had been forcibly released from there, tearing the space apart.

"--What?"

Having retreated to the rooftop, Aruba observed every detail of the entire battle through the familiars he had left inside the agency.

Although he knew that Aozaki Touko wasn't someone who was easy to deal with, he simply...

The cat was larger than the orange. Its body was entirely black and had no thickness; it was a flat black cat made of shadows.

No, it's impossible to even tell if it's a cat. It's like a cat's shadow, except for eyes on its head that resemble Egyptian hieroglyphs.

"what is that?"

Chapter 242 The Magician Aruba

Aruba's remaining vision was fixed on the cat.

When you look into a cat's picture-perfect eyes—the cat begins to smile, erasing its mouth and other facial features to represent a smile.

Until a pitch-black claw slammed down on the last familiar, the remaining vision made Aruba gasp.

"This is different from what I heard! Is the rumor that your familiar has been defeated by your sister false?"

Perhaps unable to bear the silence any longer, Aruba began to shout.

The sound traveled from the rooftop corridor into the office below; the abandoned building hadn't been properly soundproofed to begin with.

In the past, soundproofing was achieved by creating a barrier with oranges, but now that barrier has crumbled.

The cacophony of screams echoed through the broken barrier within the office, lingering like a sound echoing in an empty tomb.

"The matter of familiars?" Orange chuckled softly, her voice so low it was almost a soliloquy. "Who would know about something like that?"

She waved her hand casually, and the black storm roared softly around her once again.

“I made you eat something unpalatable before, but things will get much better from here on out. What I’m about to give you isn’t some low-level energy block, but real human flesh with plenty of spiritual energy. Since he’s my classmate, you don’t need to worry. I’ve taught you before that you should try to devour any enemy you encounter.”

As soon as she finished speaking, the black cat rushed out.

It glided across the marble floor, across the office, and headed straight for the stairs.

However, the cat's paws did not actually move; it remained seated in the video, with only its eyes fixed on the red-clad magician.

Although Aruba's figure seems insignificant in front of Orange's genius, he is, after all, an excellent magician.

"Vanish! Phantom, I will transform the tangible into the intangible... Forget! Darkness... xxx... xxx... The intangible will be untouchable."

Aruba calmed down and began chanting incantations at near-limit speed.

Without the ability to chant at high speed, and without the transformative properties of non-jewel magic, magic requires a long string of syllables to activate.

However, chanting incantations is for discovering the magic engraved within oneself, and that part can profoundly reveal the nature of a magician.

In addition to containing the fixed keywords necessary to discover the magic trick, the details of the incantation are also based on the preferences of each magician.

Magicians who like to exaggerate, act affectedly, and are prone to self-indulgence often chant very long incantations.

However, it is also true that the power increases simply by increasing the chanting.

The stronger the self-suggestion, the greater the ability that can be guided from within.

In this respect, Aruba's chanting is excellent; it is neither exaggerated nor too long, using the minimum amount of incantation and words that elevate one's spirit.

This fact made Orange exclaim in admiration.

There's an old saying that goes something like this: "A scholar should be treated with new respect after three days of separation."

That's probably what they mean by this situation.

It seems that there has indeed been considerable growth in the past few years.

The combination of incantations and the speed of chanting perfectly coordinate the action circuits of the material world, demonstrating astonishing dexterity.

Aruba's chanting, both in terms of technique and effect, is truly first-rate.

"Since I am the truth of all things, in my eyes you shall turn to ashes."

Aruba extends one hand.

He stretched out one hand, and his chanting contained unparalleled majesty and determination.

The moment the black cat stepped onto the first step of the stairs, the atmosphere trembled slightly—and the stairs immediately burst into flames.

The blue flames, like a mirage rising from the ground, completely engulfed the staircase.

The flames spread rapidly, instantly engulfing the fourth-floor floor before disappearing into the rooftop.

The flames, like a geyser erupting from a volcano, quickly robbed the hall of its oxygen.

They tried to burn the black cat out of this world.

This is only natural; magical flames exceeding a thousand degrees Celsius can transform any animal from a solid into a gas, much like butter.

The process of turning into a liquid takes less than a thousandth of a second.

But Aruba saw it.

When the flames subsided, what he saw was not the ruins he expected, but the black cat reappearing in a strange form.

This is impossible!

But it doesn't matter!

When facing a magician who controls familiars, it's normal for the opponent to produce familiars in any form.

Even familiars that are immune to fire are no exception.

How could the real winning strategy be so simple?

The key to decisive victory lies in attacking the magician directly, bypassing the familiar.

But for now, he still had to stop the familiar in front of him from getting closer.

During the perception magic, Aozaki Touko was still sitting at the table, motionless, smoking a cigarette.

Does this guy think he can take me down with just one familiar?

As Aruba thought this, he repeated the incantation over and over in a piercingly sharp voice.

The stairs caught fire again, but this time the black cat didn't stop.

Perhaps it had grown accustomed to the flames, for they shot straight toward the magician.

The sea of ​​flames erupted again and then disappeared.

The black cat climbed the stairs.

"Great, now!"

Aruba murmured as he watched the black cat approaching, then swung his other fist, which he had been clenching tightly, forward with a fierce motion.

A round, bead-like object was thrown at the black cat.

hit!

What a brilliant counter-attack!

This is a baseball that the batter deliberately hits at the catcher.

On a pickup basketball court, it might lead to a malicious foul that could start a fight between the two teams!

But this is the magician's battlefield.

All means are permitted.

The "baseball" that was hit was borrowed from Araya Sōren, but he had no intention of returning it.

This is a Buddha relic, the most suitable thing to use to suppress evil spirits and heretics outside the common sense of the world.

Especially this black cat in front of me, which looks like a demon no matter how you look at it.

With the contact between the relic and the black cat.

Countless Sanskrit characters rose up from the surrounding void like imprints of light.

The black cat was like a monkey trapped under the Five Finger Mountain by Buddha, imprisoned in one place.

A series of chanting sounds appeared, seemingly to convert the evil spirits before them.

Cornelius Aruba ignored the terrifying creature that was now pinned to the spot.

He was still startled.

I didn't expect my magic tricks to have no effect on this kind of thing.

Although the information we received indicated that Aozaki Touko had lost her most powerful familiar.

But I never expected that she also possessed this kind of thing.

But all of that is in the past. Now he's more interested in seeing Aozaki Touko's expression.

Her proud and powerful familiar looked terrified after she easily subdued it with her own methods.

Aruba gets excited just thinking about it!

Manipulating this puppet's body, looking down from the connection between the rooftop and the fourth-floor office, the ceiling had been burned away by the previous magic.

Therefore, there are no obstacles between the two.

Come on, Orange, let me see how you beg for mercy?