Magician in Type-Moon

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"Excuse me for being rude." Matou Ike shrugged indifferently, seemingly unconcerned about the reaction to this provocation.

"However," he continued, his voice even calmer.

“Since El-Melloi is to investigate Transpelio’s plans, this kind of information is indispensable. Transpelio is not so naive as to accept a visit from someone who comes empty-handed.”

The old man sighed, seemingly realizing that his suggestion had been too risky. He nodded slowly, his voice weary: "I understand. Let's discard the suggestion from before."

Matou Ike did not show any disappointment or dissatisfaction, but instead responded easily: "I'm really sorry that I couldn't meet your expectations."

He shrugged, as if it were just part of an everyday conversation, showing no extra emotional fluctuation.

The old man didn't say anything more, silently staring at Matou Pond for a few seconds, then whispered:

"The Grand Order decision is in three days... Remember that well." His words carried a warning tone, as if hinting at an even fiercer battle to come.

After speaking, the old man raised his index finger, and a dazzling gem between his fingers shone with an unusual luster in the light. Then, he seemed to activate some kind of spell.

In an instant, the old man's figure vanished into thin air.

Yvette blinked slightly, her eyes widening as she looked at the empty space that had just been there.

She still didn't fully understand what had just happened; she was more confused and vaguely nervous.

She understood that what Matouchi had just mentioned was about the interests of aristocracy, and that unsettling rebuttal made the old man who had advised a monarch to engage in espionage sigh seriously.

It even led a monarch to veto his own proposal.

simply--

--eccentric!

Olga Marie, left behind, remained silent for a while before looking back at Matou Pond.

"Have you seen my father?"

"Yes, that's right. Is there something you need?" Matou Ike looked at the white-clad girl in front of him with a leisurely air.

Olga Marie coughed twice to clear her throat, then nervously touched the back of the outdoor chair and continued:

Did he say anything?

"Which aspect are you referring to?" Matou Ike countered.

Olga Marie hesitated upon hearing this, seemingly unsure whether she should ask.

After a long silence, she seemed to finally choose a question she could ask.

"Will he come back?"

Chapter 567 The Watcher (4k)

Upon hearing this, Matou Ike raised an eyebrow slightly, his gaze falling on the girl in front of him.

He could naturally see the doubts and unease in the other party's heart. Although this cautious attitude seemed a bit too careful, it was understandable—especially considering the current situation of the Animusfia clan, this vigilance seemed particularly reasonable.

He didn't rush to respond, but instead turned his gaze to Olga Marie, his tone low and composed: "Perhaps you will be able to see him in a year."

Olga Marie's lips curved slightly into a smile, and her pale fingers silently traced an arc in the air.

In an instant, the girl's figure vanished, and at the same time, the oppressive feeling that had been hanging over the street also dissipated.

The clamor filled the air once more, and pedestrians on the street seemed to be summoned back by some force. The noisy footsteps and waves of sound filled the surrounding air, as if nothing had ever changed.

Matou Ike and Yvette remained where they were, returning to the familiar atmosphere of London.

Only after Olga Marie disappeared did Yvette finally sit down, looking slightly tired as she patted her chest, her voice trembling slightly:

"Neither Mr. Rufreus nor Olga Marie are physical entities, right?"

In response to her question, Matou Ike nodded slightly.

“They are not real entities, but rather a simulated ‘field’ that can only be seen by certain people by shifting the phase of this street. In such a field, existence does not require a physical entity.” He explained casually, as if all of this was already commonplace to him.

A curious glint flashed in Yvette's eyes, as if she had heard something new and interesting. She pressed on:

"Then, what about the counterattack just now?"

Matou Ike did not answer immediately, but paused for a moment, as if considering how to explain it to her more clearly.

Finally, he spoke:

"If we are suddenly contacted by the other party, especially in such a complicated situation, we will often face similar requests—to go and find out information about Tramberg."

At times like these, the most important thing is to seize upon the conversation and forcefully extract information about the benefits gained by aristocracy or Euryphus. After all, if El-Melloi is likely to sway towards democracy, that information becomes crucial.

He paused, then continued, "In Mr. Rufreus's eyes, El-Melloi's position remains ambiguous and is very difficult to deal with."

Therefore, he did not want to reveal his true intentions, but only wanted to force Elmero to choose sides through various means.

Even so, he probably won't easily reveal all his trump cards, especially in such an uncertain time.

Yvette listened thoughtfully, a thoughtful glint in her eyes.

"I see."

She sighed softly, seemingly deeply admiring Matouike's insight.

Then, she said thoughtfully, "However, to be honest, I didn't quite understand what we were talking about just now."

Matou Ike rolled his eyes at Yvette, offering no further explanation, and casually glanced across the street. "Yvette, you can just head home from here."

"Eh! Are you leaving so early?" Yvette seemed a little dissatisfied, her lips slightly pouting, making her look alluring yet innocent.

"Go back now," Matou Ike said calmly.

“…I understand.” Yvette gave a reluctant hum, clicking her tongue in dissatisfaction. “You have to take me with you tomorrow!”

As her voice faded into the distance, Matou Ike remained calm until Yvette's figure disappeared at the end of the street.

Then, he silently returned to the coffee table, his eyes filled with a deep focus.

He raised his hand, picked up the coffee cup on the table, and took a small sip, seemingly unaffected by Yvette's departure.

Matou Ike's eyes were half-closed as he sensed something amiss in the air.

It came from a subtle fluctuation—he smelled the scent of the boundary recording tape.

It was an extremely subtle aura, almost impossible for anyone to detect.

Matou Ike's gaze did not leave his coffee cup, as if he was completely unconcerned about the hidden surveillance.

However, his inner vigilance had been aroused, and he knew clearly that the enemy behind this was not a simple surveillance agent.

"Is the class assassin? Or is it the kind of being that comes with a stealth artifact?"

He murmured to himself, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"If Olga Marie's magical energy wave hadn't overlapped with the opponent's dissipated wave at the moment she dispelled the spell, I might not have even noticed this small detail."

Matouike did not take immediate action.

He was not in a hurry to expose the other party, but chose to continue waiting.

During this long wait, he drank three more cups of coffee and carefully observed everything around him.

Nevertheless, the other party showed no sign of wanting to show up.

They did not take the initiative to come forward, nor did they make any pursuit moves.

This means that the hidden figure in front of me is simply tasked with surveillance, and I do not intend to make direct contact with him.

Even though he knew he had been exposed, the other party still chose to remain silent.

After all, Matou Ike did not show any obvious reaction, and even the empty coffee cup was not put down. Such small details clearly revealed the other party's intentions.

"Unless the other party is really stupid enough to think I'm a coffee lover, they won't realize they've already given themselves away."

Matou Ike's lips curled slightly, a cold smile flashing in his eyes.

Through this simple deduction, Matouchi gradually pieced together more information.

First, the identity of this monitor is of paramount importance.

Although the Greater Grail in Fuyuki has begun to open up access, only a handful of families can still summon Servants.

More importantly, a family that can assign Heroic Spirits to surveillance missions cannot be backed by just one Heroic Spirit.

This significantly narrows down the range of families that can be targeted.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that some people might summon Heroic Spirits by exploiting loopholes, but this possibility is relatively low.

Secondly, location also plays a crucial role.

This is the Clock Tower's territory. Although it wouldn't be difficult for an Assassin-class Servant to infiltrate, if the other party is using this method to monitor without any scruples, then it can be inferred that the other party may have some kind of deep connection with the Clock Tower.

It cannot be ruled out that this watcher comes from one of the twelve families that hold the monarchy.

Finally, Matou Ike noticed the other party's attitude. Knowing full well that he had been discovered, he still took no action and continued his surveillance.

This indicates that the other party does not harbor obvious hostility, or in other words, the purpose of the surveillance is not out of hostility.

On the contrary, it seems more like they are interested in what he is investigating and want to obtain more information through this method.

"Is he interested in Hartres, or is he plotting a deal with Euryphus or the Animusfia clan?"

Matou Ike muttered to himself, a series of potential answers flashing through his mind.

Then, his body slowly disintegrated, turning into countless milky-white, transparent worms that quickly disappeared from the spot.

There were no unnecessary movements, and no traces were left behind.

At that moment, at the other end of the street, a dark figure moved silently in the shadows.

His figure was steady and enigmatic, as if the surrounding crowd and noise had nothing to do with him.

Suddenly, he stopped, scratched his head as if confused, and muttered to himself, "Master, should we follow?"

An almost imperceptible voice whispered in his ear, cold and sharp: "Hey, can you still keep up?"

The shadowy figure's expression remained unchanged, and he replied bluntly, "Can't keep up."

"That's settled then, let's head home!" the owner of the voice said irritably.

The shadowy figure raised his hand again, scratched his head, and seemed somewhat helpless.

"Yes, I really can't keep up." He chuckled self-deprecatingly, then transformed into a ball of spiritual light and vanished into thin air at the end of the street without leaving a trace.