Magician in Type-Moon

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After moving to a private room to rest.

The room was spacious.

The individual cabins on the ship are quite spacious, at least for those.

The room made extremely luxurious use of the spacious area, with only a sofa, chairs, and a few tables placed in the center.

This time, Matou Ike didn't sit on the soft sofa nearby, but instead sat on a firmer chair.

Because once you sink into the sofa and relax, you can never get back out.

Matou Ike gently pressed her fingers to her forehead, her eyes unfocused, as if she were contemplating some complex situation.

"In short, Van Fem should have already guessed our strategy," he said in a low voice, his tone calm but tinged with a hint of helplessness.

Medea seemed a little puzzled and asked softly, "Do you mean Miss Luvia deliberately lost the game just now?"

“No, I mean Luvia and I are the type of people who would use this tactic.” Matou Ike shook his head.

That's right, it's about type.

It doesn't refer to tactics alone.

Matou Ike crossed his hands, his gaze fixed intently on the shape, and continued softly:

"Try to think about it, each of these three games represents a different meaning."

"Does it have any meaning?" Medea seemed to be pondering this question.

Matou Ike nodded and explained:

"The original escape game was actually a pure contest of wits. The goal of that game was to put people in a predicament and then use their intelligence to find a way out."

He paused for a moment, then said, "In a sense, it was just a game that tested one's mind and adaptability."

That game was indeed just a game.

It can even be enjoyable.

Medea nodded thoughtfully.

Matou Ike continued, "The second game will measure both the player's gambling skills and actual assets by distinguishing the uses of chips and tokens."

A magician's gambling tends to rely on luck.

Therefore, chips are used to calculate the flow of luck, and tokens are bet at crucial moments. The second game requires players to use chips and tokens, as well as their gambler's instincts.

"As for the third game, it combines the use of tokens and magic circuits, multiplying the gambler's talent with the magician's ability in reality. I see, no wonder it's called magic."

After exhaling, Matou Ike continued:

"This means that without wit, wealth, and mystery, one cannot win at the Brahma's ship banquet."

Medea paused for a moment, then asked softly:

"So, Van Fem's Ship Banquet Challenge was originally supposed to be held weekly. But do you really think they would design these games so meticulously every week?"

"It's probably because Vanfan Fim lost at the last ship banquet." Matou Ike shrugged.

Matou Ike felt that participating at this time was a kind of destiny.

The magician possesses the bias of fate.

It doesn't feel like just going with the flow—it should be called the force of destiny, something unseen drawing people closer, a powerful intertwining of vectors.

For example, just like the gravitational pull between planets, it is not the result of any one person's intention, but rather the result of many actions that are complexly overlapping and intertwined, forming the outcome of destiny.

.........

In a hidden room in the bar's basement, a palpable sense of murderous intent filled the air. The man in the hunting hat, bound by Ye Sizhen's binding spell, struggled furiously: "Damn it... let me go! You bunch of bastards!"

Facing this man who could obviously draw his gun at any moment, Maris Billy remained unperturbed and said calmly, "He's the gangster who caught me after the last banquet on the ship."

"Is it the opponent who injured you?" Ye Sizhen asked.

“Yes, it still hurts,” Maris Billy said, gently stroking his side. Despite his amazing recovery ability, the injury was clearly quite serious.

“However, I have something to ask him now… If he promises not to do anything reckless, I’ll let him go. How about it?” Marisbury asked calmly.

The man in the hunting hat remained silent for a moment before reluctantly agreeing, "...I understand."

Maris Billy nodded, and Ye Sizhen dispelled the spell. She stretched and looked around.

The firearms and weapons in the room initially startled her, but she quickly noticed some futuristic technological products that clearly belonged to the Atlas Institute, and then clicked her tongue in amazement:

"Could this be the hiding place of that reclusive alchemist?"

“I think so,” Maris Billy replied casually.

He looked at the man in the hunting hat again, his tone unchanged: "Are you also tracking down the rogue alchemist?"

The man in the hunting hat chuckled disdainfully, a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes: "Is your head filled with pee and dog shit? We were all wiped out by that lone bastard, isn't that obvious?"

After Ye Sizhen rescued Maris Billy, the gangsters who had captured him were wiped out by someone.

At that time, Kiritsugu Emiya's Origin Bullet was stolen from the merchandise pile of a fellow magic merchant.

Given this, it's only natural that the gangsters, who were operating separately, would want to find the most suspicious lone alchemist.

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The man in the hunting hat shuddered, clearly not yet fully recovered from his previous restraints, his tone tinged with resentment:

“We have no direct connection with that bastard, but he’s become a strange legend in this area.”

"Legend?" Ye Sizhen frowned, clearly not very interested in this sudden topic.

"It's said that whenever we make a move against Monaco, an alchemist with a strange name will appear, it's like a fairy tale. So until recently we haven't provoked Monaco, and even without doing so, we don't want to be targeted by Van Fim."

The man in the hunting hat spoke with a hint of wariness.

"...It does sound like a fairy tale." Ye Sizhen smiled coldly, a hint of contempt flashing in her eyes. She hadn't expected the gangsters to spread this as a story.

However, this gang operation was caused by someone winning at Fim's boat party, which led to this misfortune.

"So, how did you find this place?" she asked sharply.

"Huh? You really don't know? Monaco is the second smallest country in the world. Of course, conspicuous guys like you would be caught immediately. We just discovered this strange place while chasing you."

The man in the hunting hat smiled smugly, as if this were a small victory for him.

Ye Sizhen raised an eyebrow, already having a premonition.

They didn't specifically target this hidden room; they discovered it by chance while tracking her and Maris Billy's movements.

After all, the faces of women of East Asian descent are always conspicuous in this land.

"Move aside, let me take a good look at this room."

As he spoke, the man in the hunting hat pushed the two aside and began searching the room. His movements were quick and chaotic, clearly showing his curiosity about every corner of the room.

After a short while, he stopped in front of the map, frowned, and seemed to be analyzing it seriously.

After a moment, he asked, "Hey, does this mean that the wandering alchemist has his eye on you?"

“Yes, I think he’s probably already on his death row ship.” Maris Billy was silent for a moment before slowly answering.

"Damn it!" The gangsters were furious upon hearing the celestial monarch's reply.

He suddenly grabbed his head, his emotions exploding: "Damn it, damn it, damn it! That's the inviolable territory of the Dead Apostles! What is that wandering bastard alchemist up to?!"

After cursing for a while, he refocused his gaze on the map, as if searching for something.

Ye Sizhen blinked nervously, noticing that the man in the hunting hat's profile was no longer so serious.

"You're the monarch of the Astronomy Department, aren't you?" The man in the hunting hat suddenly turned around, his sharp gaze locking onto Marisbury. "According to what you just said, you've already been attacked by that wandering alchemist?"

"Yes, we were almost killed, but we managed to repel them," Maris Billy replied calmly, his tone revealing a hint of confidence.

"Repel? That guy?!" The man in the hunting hat was clearly shocked by the answer, his brows furrowing instantly.

"It was quite a close call, but thankfully Miss Ye Sizhen helped us." Maris Billy nodded, his expression serious.

After listening, the gangster frowned unhappily, clearly disliking Maris Billy's nonchalant attitude, especially when talking about his near-death experience.

His unhurried expression made him somewhat uncomfortable.

"Why didn't you kill me back then?" The man in the hunting hat looked at Marisbury with a mixture of doubt and resentment in his eyes, his tone becoming more aggressive.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Maris Billy frowned slightly, not understanding what the other person meant.

"That's when I caught you! You could have done it, right? Since you were able to repel that wandering alchemist, even if the woman was taken hostage, you should have been able to break through the encirclement together if you wanted to kill two or three of our people." The man in the hunting hat continued to press through gritted teeth.

"You deliberately held back, didn't you?" He emphasized again, as if he had already identified one of Maris Billy's weaknesses.

“No.” Maris Billy shook his head calmly.

“No, you do.” The man in the hunting hat suddenly interrupted him, his anger almost uncontrollable. “I know you do! You weren’t without a chance, you just deliberately didn’t kill us, weren’t you?”

Despite the hostile gaze, Maris Billy remained composed, though his brow furrowed slightly, as if he were contemplating how to respond to the sudden question.

“If I could show mercy, I would have done it already.” Marissbury paused, his answer still calm, but with a hint of helplessness in his tone. “Right now, I don’t have the ability to show mercy.”

.........

It was a beautiful emerald-colored ocean, and Monaco's coastline displayed its impeccable natural charm.

White waves gently lapped against the azure sea, and the sunlight, like a child chasing the waves, shone on the sea, emitting a dazzling light, like a series of piano keys, or like huge footprints left on the sea.

This azure coastline has been praised in countless songs, and the melodies may have long since drifted away on the sea breeze, becoming an eternal echo of this sea.

“Coat” means coastline, and “d’azure” means blue pigment.

That scene, if described in a ballad, would surely convey a timeless and captivating emotion.

However, on this scenic coastline, a group of figures, completely out of place with the beautiful scenery, were walking briskly towards them.

The Mafia member wearing a hunting hat walked with unsteady yet firm steps, his head slightly tilted back, his expression somewhat out of place.

Their presence seemed so out of place compared to the surrounding luxury yachts and the tranquility of the ocean.

Ye Sizhen frowned slightly, then suddenly broke the silence: "Where are you going?"

Faced with Ye Sizhen's question, the man in the hunting hat whispered something unrelated to the answer.