Magician in Type-Moon

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Matou Ike looked down at her, her tone as calm as if she were discussing a trivial matter.

"...Is it not ready yet?"

"almost."

Alette's voice intertwined with incantations.

Before long, amidst the surging tides and thick fog, a colossal black shadow suddenly entered everyone's field of vision.

That's a ship.

A strangely shaped ship, completely out of place on this battlefield. Like a ghost, it tore through layers of magical turbulence, cutting through the waves on an impossible path, heading straight for this place.

Van Fem's expression darkened slightly. The barrier set up by the Twenty-Seven Dead Apostles should not be easily breached by outsiders.

However, this ship not only defied common sense, but also sped precisely toward the Death Line Joy Ship, its target obvious.

Matou Ike glanced at the ship but didn't show any surprise. Instead, her gaze shifted back to Alette, who was still gradually ceasing her chanting.

Matou Ike had already noticed the unusual behavior of the head of the Escaldes family.

Her behavior was completely out of step with the fighting style of a martial arts magician. From the very beginning of the battle, she deliberately avoided direct confrontation, and even her actions of providing support or intervening in the battle were extremely restrained.

As for the incantations she kept chanting, Matou Ike has yet to determine their specific magical system.

But one thing is certain—if a spell requires such a long incantation time, it must belong to an extraordinary grand magic, or even be regarded as a ritualistic activation process.

However, this speculation was refuted in certain details.

Even he, Matou Ike, required far fewer incantations to activate his Reality Marble than this female general's chanting.

That leaves only one possibility: this is a technique that needs to be maintained indefinitely.

— Beacon-type magic tricks.

The answer leaped into Matouchi's mind almost instantly.

The long-lasting spell and the lengthy, continuous incantation did not exhibit any aggressive effect, but rather seemed to serve as a kind of guidance.

Based on the rapidly approaching ship, he could conclude that Alette had been using some kind of guiding magic from the very beginning, leading some being to this area of ​​the sea.

So, who exactly is this person?

A magician from the Escaldes family? A force hidden from intelligence? Or perhaps...?

In fact, Matouchi already had the answer.

There is only one magician who can accurately intervene in this dispute, know about the existence of the Deathline Joy Ship, and even have detailed information about this place.

He stopped speculating and turned his gaze back to Alette. He then smiled slightly, raised his chin, and gestured towards the distant sea.

—The ship enveloped in strange starlight has already broken through the waves and arrived.

The barriers erected along the way were rendered useless before it; the obstacles set up by Van Fem were instantly pierced without the slightest hindrance. It was as if all the blockades, chaos, and magical turbulence in this sea had no effect on it whatsoever.

At this moment, the terrifying thick fog was finally torn apart.

The simple little boat braved the huge waves to meet the giant cruise ship.

The anticipated impact did not occur.

Instead, it looked like a feather slowly drifting in the sky.

A woman who was not unfamiliar jumped off the small boat.

Ye Sizhen.

The familiar figure leaped from the small boat and landed on the deck of the Deathline Joy Boat, as light as a night breeze brushing across the water.

The expected giant waves, impacts, and even the rebound of the magic barrier did not occur.

Her arrival seemed to belong not to this fiercely turbulent battlefield, but rather to be an inevitable outcome of some deliberate arrangement.

In an instant, everyone's attention was drawn to her—

Some people showed expressions of expectation, while others frowned slightly and hesitated. The most shocked of all was Isilid.

Even though he was seriously injured, his consciousness had been restored after being treated with magic, but when he saw Ye Sizhen, his gaze still froze for a few breaths.

That sense of disbelief didn't simply stem from her appearance, but rather—

The chaos that ensued, the "explosion and hacking" incident, was orchestrated by him.

As Ye Sizhen landed, another white figure followed closely behind—a name that no one with even a slight standing in the magic world could ignore.

The prisoners of the clock tower, the monarch who recently disappeared, and—the winner of the last ship banquet.

Marisbury Animusfia, the head of the Department of Astrophysics.

His arrival completely froze the ripples that had been stirred up by Ye Sizhen's appearance.

On the deck, no one spoke for a moment; even the vibrations of magic seemed to be swallowed up by the silence.

After a moment of silence, it was finally the most wicked of the twenty-seventh Dead Disciple who broke the eerie stillness.

"Oh dear, it turns out I was outmaneuvered by you guys from the very beginning. How frustrating!"

Van Fem shook his head with a smile, his tone revealing little anger but rather a hint of amusement.

He slowly removed his signature white hat from his head, twirling it lightly with his fingertips as if playing with an insignificant prop.

"I am clearly the master of this place." He sighed softly, but the smile on his lips remained unchanged.

He casually gestured with his hands in the air, seemingly unwilling to continue getting involved in this escalating farce.

Even the Seventh Demon City, which was shrouded in eerie magic, slowly reduced its energy consumption under his actions, like a lurking beast temporarily sheathing its fangs.

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"What on earth happened?!"

Luvia finally couldn't hold back any longer. Her voice echoed on the deck of the Deathline Joy Ship, carrying a hint of dissatisfaction born of confusion.

Everyone present seemed to understand what had happened, except for her, who was kept in the dark like an outsider.

Why didn't Matou Ike do anything about Kiz? Logically speaking, given his personality, it's impossible for him to leave that monster unattended at a time like this.

Why did the long-lost Celestial Monarch suddenly appear here without warning?

More importantly, why is the monarch of the Celestial Department following behind the magician of the Spiral Pavilion?

She clearly remembered spending a great deal of time and energy in Morocco searching for Marisbury, only to have him vanish into thin air, leaving her with nothing. And now?

The person appeared right in front of him so easily, as if he had never been hiding or being pursued.

—What is this? Doesn't this make her look incredibly incompetent?

"Alright, Miss Luvia," Ye Sizhen interrupted Luvia's questioning calmly.

She then turned to Kiz's disciples, who were also magicians from the Age of Gods:

"According to the experimental sequence, can we proceed to that step now? Do you have any other questions?"

"Hmph!" Isilid snorted, clearly dissatisfied with the situation, but he still nodded in agreement.

Despite his dissatisfaction, he still accepted Ye Sizhen's so-called experiment.

Alette followed suit, nodding slightly in agreement.

Ye Sizhen glanced at the people around her, her face expressionless, but she suddenly realized the absence of an important person. "There's still one person missing. Where did Melvin go?"

Upon hearing this, Matou Ike slowly turned around and pointed to the entrance connecting the nail plate to the cabin. Following his direction, everyone's gaze shifted.

A silver-haired man, thin and pale, was leaning against the cabin door frame.

His disheveled silver hair obscured his pale face, and the only thing visible was his eyes, which were filled with melancholy and exhaustion, as if he were enduring great pain.

Blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth, like a helpless, sinking victim.

However, the moment the silver-haired man, who had originally exuded a melancholy aura, opened his mouth, all the heaviness and repression seemed to vanish.

He suddenly straightened his back, revealing a playful smile, his tone relaxed yet tinged with self-deprecation:

"Why are you all staring at me? Aren't important people supposed to be the last to appear? There's no need to be so enthusiastic. It's making them shy."

As soon as he finished speaking, the room fell silent, followed by a chill and a sense of helplessness spreading through the room.

Ye Sizhen's gaze towards Melvin instantly became complicated. Clearly, the silver-haired man's condition was far from the relaxed one he appeared to be.

Seeing that he was still able to stand and move around, Ye Sizhen stopped worrying about his condition and turned to look at Matou Ike, a hint of expectation in her eyes.

"Mr. Matou, are you sure you can stabilize that thing?"

Ye Sizhen's voice carried a hint of concern. Her gaze inadvertently swept over the spaceship surrounded by pale karmic fire. The ship was floating in the air, like a solidified star, radiating a suffocating divine power.

That was a true deity, an existence far beyond what ordinary magic could easily control.

“Of course, there’s no problem,” Matou Ike said calmly.

Then, his gaze shifted slightly to Marisbury:

“However, I don’t recall this monarch being involved in our deal.” His words were calm, yet the chilling intent they carried was like a hidden thunderbolt, suddenly striking everyone present.

Silence hung in the air, the subtle shift in air pressure almost audible. Matou Ike's attitude instantly froze the atmosphere, and displeasure gradually transformed into an almost palpable sense of oppression, enveloping everyone's hearts.

Marisbury and Ye Sizhen exchanged a glance, seemingly realizing the implication of Matou Ike's words. Ye Sizhen finally spoke softly:

"Didn't you already guess that?"

"Do as you please." Matou Ike's words fell lightly, like a leaf in the wind, weightless and devoid of any emotion. After he finished speaking, he fell silent, his hands in his jacket pockets, his gaze calm and indifferent.

Seeing the atmosphere growing increasingly tense, Melvin, clearly aware of the escalating tension, quietly walked over to Matou Ike and put his arm around his shoulder, seemingly trying to ease the tense standoff.

He opened his mouth as if to explain something, but seeing Matou Ike's indifferent expression, he knew that words were not important at this moment, so he could only helplessly withdraw his hand, his brows furrowed with confusion and powerlessness.

Ye Sizhen stood there, quietly observing everything, seemingly digesting the profound meaning behind Matouchi's words.

However, she did not rush to make any decisions.

She turned her head and looked at the Celestial Sovereign who had remained silent, as if she were trying to confirm something.

The prisoner who had once been confined in the Clock Tower, though still maintaining a calm demeanor, seemed to be deep in thought with every glance.

Maris Billy noticed her gaze, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded.

The moment their eyes met seemed to convey a tacit understanding.