Magician in Type-Moon

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These things are just messy and disorderly.

It's as if they were arranged randomly.

However, there are ways to interpret them.

All it takes is to use the powers of Typhon and Zeus.

This method wasn't something Matou Ike figured out on his own; rather, it was a feeling that arose in his mind when he saw the thing in front of him.

It feels very deliberate.

Matou Ike could also understand where this feeling came from; it was nothing more than the influence of the restraining force Gaia.

Then, Matouchi inserted the hand, imbued with the power of Typhon and Zeus, directly into the black miasma.

As consciousness surged, the connections between the symbols gradually became clear. Matouchi deconstructed these chaotic elements one by one, as if unraveling a complex puzzle.

"establish"

“Transformation”

"Anchoring"

"absorb"

A series of words came to mind for Matouchi.

Only after putting everything together did Matouchi understand its true meaning.

The planet's restraining force.

It seems they want to make a deal with him, and the condition for the deal is that it takes place in another Lostbelt.

And it just so happens to be the Atlantic Lostbelt that Chaldea is currently conquering.

Chapter 439 The End

Matouchi and Medea are currently standing near the ticket gates of the Masur train station in Alexandria.

The air in the morning was mixed with some dust.

When I first arrived at Masur train station, the faint desert air was somewhat touching.

But after only a short while, you'll start to feel that this is indeed a desert country...

Two days have passed since we learned about the underwater library incident.

To relieve their fatigue, the two spent most of their time simply lounging in their hotel room.

The divine body in the Great Library of Alexandria was eventually "eaten" by Matou Ike, while Elgo was taken away by Muchiki and Kiz.

Matouchi didn't stop him, because he was already "full," and eating too much at once without being "digested" by the Imaginary Tree would upset his stomach.

Even now, the problem of memory saturation is gradually worsening due to that divine body and Ptolemy's spiritual core.

The Alexandria Grand Library, which can solve this problem, is still under restoration.

Matou Ike left behind a worm clone to control that matter.

As for Wuzhiqi and Kiz, their attitudes toward Matouchi have become ambiguous since the Night Robbery incident.

Despite initially being adversaries, Matou Ike also stated that he would continue to pursue the divine body.

However, the negotiations between the two sides never showed any hostility.

Matou Ike also understood where this change originated—

—There is a great deal of overlap between one’s own existence and the experiment of “myth reconstruction”.

It's like a researcher painstakingly cultivating fungi in a laboratory, only to find them on a moldy fruit.

This resulted in a relationship that was both hostile and harmonious between the two sides.

Even during previous negotiations.

Kiz actually revealed information to Matou Ike that shouldn't have been disclosed.

—Continuing the order of Kurrides from the Atlas Institute, the Wandering Sea will take over the experiment.

Matouike would certainly not refuse such a blatant invitation.

But Matou Ike had always had a question in her heart, which was—

"During the Night Calamity, Wuzhiqi and Kiz were clearly not on good terms."

This is easy to understand, since it is not uncommon for magicians to fight each other for the results even after they have worked together to achieve a certain goal.

But at this point, why were Wuzhiqi and Kiz willing to split their positions to achieve their respective goals?

Although it wasn't anything very important, Matou Ike still asked the question.

The answer I received was—

"Because time is running out, we would rather get to a conclusion than waste time fighting and competing."

That is indeed a convincing answer.

Matou Ike sat on the metal bench, thinking to himself.

.........

Perhaps because it wasn't noon yet, there were very few people at the ticket gates and on the platform.

A short while later, Ziyuan returned from the platform.

Da da da.

The girl's footsteps were quite rhythmic as she looked up at Matou Pond.

“I brought Latio and Roger onto the train. Because they were connected by the ethereal thread, they were actually in a state of restraint.”

Latio and Rogue violated the Atlas Academy's rules by causing trouble at the Grand Library of Alexandria, and as a senior instructor at the Atlas Academy, Shion had an obligation to capture them and bring them back.

But Matou Pond is a bit strange:

"...You didn't come here to do this, did you?"

Shion understood what Matouike meant, but she simply said casually:

"The flow of time inside the Lostbelt differs from that of pan-human history. I've done a rough calculation, so there's still plenty of time, and..."

As Ziyuan spoke, she looked behind her, several dozen meters away, where a man was standing.

Matou Ike followed Shion's gaze and looked over.

It was Quat, an alchemist from the Atlas Institute.

Matou Ike immediately understood what Shion was thinking. She probably had to conceal her true identity in order to fulfill her duties as an instructor at Atlas Academy.

After some discussion, Shion asked one last question.

What is your view on the relationship between Pan-Human History and Lostbelts?

"Everyone has the right to pursue happiness and live a fulfilling life, don't they?" Matou Ike replied.

"Is that so? I understand..." Although she couldn't hear the answer she wanted, Shion could understand. "No matter what the future holds, let's part ways here. Although we will most likely become enemies in the future, please take care of yourselves."

"Who knows what the future holds?" Matou Ike said unhurriedly, then took Medea's hand and stepped into the approaching train under Shion's gaze.

"Yeah, who knows? After all, it's almost unbelievable how perfectly complete this world is..."

Ziyuan shook her head and muttered to herself.

.........

Waves crashed against the shore, where several boats were moored.

The sound of the tide can be heard both near and far.

The rhythm of the waves rises and falls.

The upright mast swayed in the dazzling sea breeze of the Mediterranean.

In a corner of Alexandria harbor, a man in a white suit and a girl carrying a suitcase are leisurely enjoying the sea breeze.

Despite the description of "leisurely," the two people in the picture are depicted with the girl grabbing the man's collar and questioning him in an indescribable tone.

"Lady Meastia, this operation has been a complete failure! There was practically no gain, and the large sums of money spent on this journey, along with the expensive cursed bodies, will only worsen the already strained finances of the Archaeology Department."

"Okay, okay, I'll sell two of the unused collectibles when I get back..." Meastia raised her hands in surrender.

Because he knew he was in the wrong, he didn't discuss the expenses involved.

The archaeology department's tight finances were largely due to his hobby of collecting all sorts of ancient artifacts.

After receiving Meastia's reply, her assistant Tica finally lowered Meastia's collar, but still said in a rather annoyed tone:

"What about the things that Dean Hartres needs? Although we are also participants in the project, we received a large sum of money from him because of this. Will he make us pay it back later?"

Meastia gave a wry smile.

Hartres, the former head of the Modern Magic Department of the Clock Tower, though his status was lower than that of the monarch.

However, the problem of owing money and not paying it back cannot be solved by relying on one's status.

"It's okay, I'll explain it to him. Besides, he probably won't be in the mood to deal with such trivial matters right now."

Meastia seemed to have thought of something and said with considerable confidence.

"During this time?" Tica asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Have you forgotten? The Grand Council is about to convene. Although he is not the monarch, he has also been granted the 'right to attend' this time."

Chapter 440 The Plan That Started Ahead of Schedule

Tulifas, Romania.

Tulifas in Transylvania is a small city located north of Sighisoara, the birthplace of the "Piercing Prince".

The city walls, built in the Middle Ages to defend against Turkish invasions, have been well preserved and now surround the castle and part of the city.

The city is largely composed of buildings that were repeatedly repaired and rebuilt from medieval times, and its value is in no way inferior to that of Sighishwara.

The population is about 20,000, who barely make a living through small-scale agriculture and textiles.