Magician in Type-Moon

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Orange sighed and shook her head, seemingly helpless.

She took out a small cigarette case from her pocket, flicked out a cigarette, and offered it to Araya's lips.

"Where's the fire?" he muttered, his voice hoarse as if it came from a parched desert.

"Really..."

Although she complained, Orange still bent down and lit his cigarette with the spark from her fingertip.

"So, can you answer me now?"

Araya took a deep drag on his cigarette, and the grayish-white smoke slowly escaped from his chapped lips.

"That's right, there's only one step left, just a few steps away, but it doesn't matter if we get outsmarted."

As if a cigarette had given him a final burst of energy, Araya Sōren said calmly:

"I believe that all humans are ugly, filthy, base, and ignorant, but everyone unconsciously wants to live. Even though no one tries to save the decaying world and indulges in pleasure, everyone unconsciously eliminates things that are harmful to the world."

Orange sighed. "What you said is contradictory, isn't it?"

"That's right, humans are creatures that grow in a spiral of contradictions, that's what my reason tells me, and that's probably why humans are judged as unqualified primates."

Araya Sōren replied, his voice filled with deep resentment.

"And what about your sensibilities? Ara ya."

Orange stopped looking at Araya, and the two returned to avoiding each other's gazes.

"...I am human too."

"Hahaha... I'm sorry, but I just couldn't hold back anymore. Is this your reason? That hatred you feel as a magician, a hatred for humanity, and for yourself? Do you really think you're Jesus? Just because of this, you're willing to sacrifice yourself to save humanity?"

After finishing her sentence, Orange couldn't help but laugh again. After pausing for a moment, she continued:

"No, it's not about saving humanity, but about showing the world, and showing my own part as a magician, that there is still hope for me as a human being, right? When did you become like this, Araya?"

"...It hasn't changed; my origin is 'stillness'."

The black-clad magician answered, but the focus of his eyes vanished.

Even so, he remained completely still, his face still showing a troubled expression, the darkness and heaviness on it like that of a philosopher burdened with an unsolvable problem.

Orange glanced at him with obvious disdain and then threw away the cigarette she was holding.

Although she despised him, she didn't dislike this magician who had become a concept.

Humans are inherently contradictory.

That's why people can attract, love, hate, and despise each other.

The brief reply after years of separation ends here.

This onion-like guy has found his heart.

Therefore, there's no need to ask those three questions again.

Orange looked away from the ashes drifting away in the wind and lit another cigarette.

He stood up and, facing a shadowy corner, cursed somewhat irritably:

"Haven't you had enough after watching for so long, you old dog!"

Chapter 352 The Garden of Sinners (Thirty-Three)

"Calling someone an old dog is really hurtful, isn't it? Eh? Even though I've noticed you've been talking about me like that behind my back, it still hurts me a lot to hear it to my face. I'd rather suffer physical pain than emotional harm, so I hope you'll take good care of me, Miss Scarlet of Pain?"

From the ruins left behind by Araya Sōren, came the sound of cute clapping.

Without turning her gaze to that spot, Aozaki Touko whispered resentfully.

"Why are you here?"

The voice contained a pressure so great that it could crush the soul of a mere small animal, and it was permeated with a tone of obvious disgust.

So the person who was clapping peeked out from the shadows of the room.

"Hey, hey, hey, I feel like you're being really cold. We're the kind of people who risk our lives for you, can't we come over if there's nothing wrong?"

The other party was a girl who appeared to be around fifteen years old.

She was dressed in a Gothic Lolita style outfit with a black and white color scheme.

Holding a bucket of unfinished popcorn, she giggled as she walked from the corner into Aozaki Touko's line of sight.

“Indeed, we have a bond forged in life and death. It seems that even killing you a dozen times wouldn’t teach you a lesson, François Plelatti.”

"Hey hey, I've clearly managed to kill you a few times, okay? How come in your mouth it's become me being unilaterally tortured and killed? You really don't respect the objective facts, you unloved old woman. Besides, I'm a woman now, my name should be Francesca Plerati!"

Lost in a daze, she exhaled white breath and continued triumphantly:

"You're not really able to fight back now, are you? After all, you're facing some pretty formidable opponents. It's all thanks to them that I have the opportunity to humiliate you to my heart's content, turning you into charcoal that's not even good enough to be used as pig feed! Ahh! That's amazing! That's fantastic!"

As she finished speaking, her expression unconsciously returned to a smile, and she asked Aozaki Touko in a calm tone:

"Don't you think this is a wonderful thing?"

"Sometimes I really want to tear your stinking mouth apart. But what you said has convinced me that you probably wouldn't dare to lay a hand on me now, right? Although you old dog like to spout nonsense, you're not like this when facing an opponent you're confident you can kill with one blow. So, are you scared?"

After saying this, Orange threw the cigarette butt between her fingers precisely at the face of the person in sight, her face full of contempt.

The dense text in the space behind him reappeared, and countless magical inscriptions unfolded once more.

After enduring the words that were filled with anger and even murderous intent, the girl turned around again and shrugged.

"Okay, okay, I admit it. Please don't point the magic crests I used before at me. After all, I just got this body. Don't let my appearance fool you, I really like this body."

Francesca Plerati said this, and looked at the text path formed by the flowing light behind Aozaki Touko.

At first, she didn't know how Aozaki Touko had discovered her. After all, with her illusion magic, even Araya Sōren, who controlled this place, hadn't realized she was hiding here.

But when she saw the magic crest on Aozaki Touko's back, she understood—

The old woman in front of him was a product of evil, just like himself.

The body he once used, the magic workshop he built, and the mark he inherited as a magician.

Everything was taken away by this guy in front of me.

This woman probably locked away her former body somewhere so that she could use those magic markings more effectively.

Perhaps only its head is still alive?

It's just utterly reckless and chaotic.

But that's exactly the kind of guy she likes.

He liked her so much that he wanted to give her his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys.

Of course, what I want even more is to collect the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys of the person in front of me.

"So, shall we cooperate, Scarlet Sister of Wounds?"

Plerati casually extended an invitation for cooperation, while secretly observing the other party's attitude.

"Cooperate with you, you old dog? I'm not that crazy yet. You're probably already planning how to dismember me, aren't you?"

Orange's voice was mocking.

"Really, you saw right through me."

She seemed to be contemplating how to dissect an orange, gazing into the void, then grinding her teeth and making smacking noises as she laughed.

"But are you sure you don't want to hear my conditions? After all, with your current strength, you don't even have a 10% chance of winning against a true god, do you?"

"Let the fart go."

Orange's words were like an irrelevant broadcast playing on campus, showing absolutely no intention of cooperating.

Francesca Plerati believes that the woman in front of her is simply trying to extract more information from her.

Once you are no longer useful, you will be eliminated without any mercy.

But it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if I die.

After all, we really enjoyed shouting "Red of Pain" today!

In the past, just uttering that word would send someone running away in all directions after being beaten.

"Let me think... Let's start with the part about the divine incarnation. Lord Beelzebub's method was to first use a Heroic Spirit permitted by the world to project a degraded aspect of himself into reality, and then use this aspect to absorb a large amount of magical power through the principle of 'fruit,' ultimately leading to the fate of the original self."

As Francesca Plerati spoke, she moved from the shadows onto the pile of rubble, plopped down on it, and swung her legs back and forth as she spoke.

"And your companions, although they have found the most correct way to deal with it, can only do so much compared to the sheer number of gods."

Francesca Plerati then focused her attention on the vortex of magic she had sensed from afar, and with an expression of ecstasy, she activated an illusion.

"The story of the magician from the Age of Gods and the girl with the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, who join forces to defeat the Demon Lord, is simply enchanting, like a fairy tale!"

In sync with Francesca Plerati's lines, various glowing objects begin to appear around the dilapidated shrine—a place that had been nothing but rubble until now—before slowly disappearing.

Sometimes, the Heroic Spirit controlling Matou Ike's body unleashes devastating Great Magic into the distorted air in the distance.

Sometimes Ryougi Shiki would leap high from her spot, wielding a strange short blade, and slash at the clump of stagnant magic.

Sometimes, monsters whose very appearance was terrifying would attack the two of them.

Both of them feel like reality.

Or perhaps this is simply reality, with images of what is happening being broadcast here.

But whether it's reality or an illusion, it makes people deeply aware of the thing at the very core.

He never took the heroes who came to punish him seriously.

Chapter 353 The Garden of Sinners (Thirty-Four)

"Were you scared? I bet your stern face has softened by now. How about that? The difference between gods and humans is just that great. If it weren't for your Mystic Eyes of Death Perception and the heroic spirits of the Age of Gods, you probably wouldn't have been able to break through that lord's divine defenses."

Francesca Plerati resumed her smile, revealing a seductive grin as she said, "How was it?" and continued, swaying her body.

"Even if you rush over now, you won't be of much use, you little sister of Pain. How about we make a bet on when they'll be defeated? I'll guess ten minutes, what about you?"

Francesca Plerati smiled and asked Aozaki Touko, seemingly genuinely wanting to start a bet with her.