Magician in Type-Moon

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"Shall we add another bet to the existing stakes, Melvin?"

Matou Ike's voice was deep and playful, but its sharpness was undeniable.

Melvin smiled slightly, a thoughtful glint in his eyes:

"How to say?"

Matou Ike did not reply immediately, seemingly organizing his thoughts or waiting for the right opportunity.

He paused, then continued:

"The winner of the next game can ask the loser a question. If both players win, the right to ask a question goes to the player with the higher score. If both players lose, the outcome is not recorded. Players may choose not to answer questions they do not wish to answer, but all answers must be truthful."

Upon hearing this, Melvin smiled slightly and slowly adjusted his posture, seemingly weighing the significance of this gamble.

Then, he gently shook his head: "Not bad. But if you don't want to answer, you don't have to. Isn't that too lenient in a betting game?"

Matou Ike's lips curled up slightly, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes: "If I didn't do this, you would definitely be lying non-stop."

“Haha, that’s right. Okay, I accept.” Melvin nodded with a slight smirk.

Then, Matou Ike lowered her head slightly, turned her gaze to Isilid, and said with a calm yet polite apology: "Mr. Isilid, please forgive my willful and presumptuous act of ignoring you."

Isilid shrugged his muscular shoulders cheerfully, seemingly unconcerned, and responded with ease:

"Oh dear, oh dear, it's alright, it's alright."

He immediately waved his hand, showing an indifferent expression with a hint of amusement:

"While reminiscing with an old friend, I'm glad you still remember me... However, I'm very interested in both the timing of this meeting and your story. Please don't mind me, let's continue. I have a little trick to make sure no one overhears us."

Isilid's fingers gently rotated to draw a spiral.

It felt like a breeze was blowing.

Then, something seemed to cover the depths of my ears, and the surrounding sounds suddenly faded away.

“It’s a very simple natural interference, but it’s my specialty. There are four of us, including the inner disciple over there. Now, only our voices can travel between us.”

“Thank you very much.” Melvin expressed his understanding and gratitude.

Judging from his natural spellcasting, his magical attribute should be wind.

Chapter 467 Origin

The dealer skillfully dealt two cards to each of the three players, and the cards landed on the table with a soft rustling sound.

The dealer's revealed card is 4.

Matouchi took the lead.

Revealing his hand—a 3 and an Ace—he spoke almost without hesitation: "Play."

The new card in your hand is the King of Clubs. If the Ace is counted as 1 point, the total score is 14 points.

He requested another play: "Add more cards."

This time, it's a 6 of hearts, accumulating 20 points.

"Stop trading." He tapped the table lightly, indicating that he would not take any further action.

Melvin then revealed his cards—a 7 and a 6.

Those pale, cold fingers tapped lightly on the table: "Add more."

The dealer's new card is the 5 of clubs, totaling 18 points.

Melvin slowly raised his hand, a subtle smile playing on his lips, then his gesture shifted: "Stop the game."

Isilid's actions were equally swift.

He was clearly a seasoned player familiar with the casino rules, making the best choice at a measured pace, stopping the game at just the right moment.

As for the dealer, the points accumulate to 17 and then no more cards are drawn.

—The results are in.

Matou Ike, Melvin, and Isilid all beat the dealer, and their gold coins increased accordingly.

Matou Ike smiled slightly.

Although he is not yet able to defeat Melvin directly with his current luck, this game is enough for him.

Because he has successfully changed the course of the game.

As long as the rules change, fortune will be rewritten.

As people often say, good fortune always favors those who take the initiative.

It's like some kind of mystical spiritual theory, but that's pretty much what magicians' bets are all about.

“No, not like this.” Melvin shrugged, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Please, ask me anything, Matou.”

His words seemed to convey a sense of nonchalance, as if he wasn't worried about the questions he was about to face.

Matou Ike smiled slightly: "Then tell me about how you suddenly learned the magic of the Age of Gods."

Melvin's eyes flickered slightly, and he frowned gently. This topic was clearly quite significant, enough to cause quite a stir.

"Shocking topic," he said casually, but his heart was clearly not so calm.

“If Isilid hadn’t used magic to prevent the surrounding guests from hearing it, the entire area would have been in an uproar.”

Isilid smiled slightly, and with a gentle turn of his finger, the surrounding sounds became blurred, as if time had frozen at that moment.

“In the Age of Gods, this was not impossible,” Melvin said in a deep voice, as if talking to himself, or as if telling a distant story.

"Because in the Age of Gods, the gods could be said to be the neighbors of humankind. This is not a metaphor, but an actual neighboring existence. Storms and lightning possessed personalities, and beneath them existed a true underworld."

These words should not sound unfamiliar in the mysterious world of magic. Divine magic—to magicians, it seems to be a relic from a distant history.

Melvin's words carried a certain profound depth: "This should be common sense for a magician."

He paused briefly, as if recalling those distant memories: "This was before the end of the Age of Gods, before the decisive change occurred."

The end of the Age of Gods, the end of that era, signified the departure of the gods and the change of the world. Melvin's tone was devoid of any sentimentality, yet it made one imagine what an era it was, where the boundary between gods and humans was almost blurred, and the world became even more mysterious as a result.

"However, with the end of the Age of Gods, the gods gradually faded away. The throne of primates was handed over to us for a time, and the gods, who arose from natural phenomena, returned to being simple natural phenomena. Now, no matter how deep you dig underground, all you get is soil and stone."

These are all just prerequisites.

In the distant past, the Age of Gods came to an end.

The mysteries that magicians encounter are nothing more than the dregs left over from that time.

Even though the Clock Tower is renowned as the headquarters of magicians, it is still child's play compared to the magic of the Age of Gods.

"So, how did you learn the magic of the Age of Gods from Kiz?"

"Hmm, how so? You mean?"

“Even though Kiz is a magician from the Wandering Sea, it’s impossible for him to just do it well and finish it so easily when instructing you as a modern magician. If it were that easy, then the magic of the Age of Gods wouldn’t have disappeared. So, there must be some kind of mechanism.”

As Matou Ike spoke, he recalled the time when Medea taught him magic. It was practically impossible to learn magic from the Age of Gods in modern times.

The magic that Matou Ike uses now is all achieved by deconstructing and adjusting the magic of the Age of Gods recorded by Medea through the Mystic Eyes.

Melvin did not answer immediately.

He took a sip of the red wine offered to him by the waiter beside him.

"That's a question just like you."

A soft reply came from her damp lips.

"Because the magician of the Wandering Sea is beyond the comprehension of modern times—why not stop there? Knowing that the realm ahead is inaccessible, you still don't stop thinking. Giving up is clearly the easiest thing to do, so why don't you do it?"

Matou Ike's eyes remained calm, his tone unwavering: "Don't answer questions with questions. If I had to say, this is the only way I live. So, can you answer my question now?"

Melvin's smile faded slightly, but his eyes still held a hint of provocation: "The mechanism does exist."

Her silver hair swayed up and down as she nodded.

"However, my master forbade me to disclose the specifics. Is this level of answer acceptable?"

Matou Ike's gaze never left Melvin; he pondered his words carefully.

“Yes, that’s enough.” Matou Ike nodded.

Then, Isilid smiled.

"That's a really interesting topic."

He relaxed his posture with satisfaction and continued speaking.

"After all, the Magic Killer was quite active in Monaco for a while. Oh dear, it makes me think of some strange things about the recent accident."

"Accident? How so?"

"Don't you know?"

As he spoke, he took out his phone from his pocket.

The small screen prominently displays a short video showing a building in a corner of Monaco suddenly being blown up.

There are also images of stars twinkling under the blazing sun.

Considering that the other party is the administrator of this area, it is understandable that they would obtain this information immediately under the protection of the confidentiality regulations.

"Explosive disintegration."

Matou Ike took a sip of the juice beside him and nodded calmly.

Do you have any clues about this?

Matou Ike saw Isilido directly ask him.

He instantly understood what the other person was thinking.

The other party tried to sway him.

and.

This was a technique that Kiritsugu Emiya had used several times.

At this point, it can no longer be explained by simple causes and conditions.