Magician in Type-Moon

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Matou Ike truly never expected that the Dead Apostle she was seeking would appear in this way.

If he actually succeeds.

Perhaps it could be called the Ptolemy of Darkness?

Something feels off, like the Six-Eared Macaque.

But at least now, Matouike has finally found a direction for the future of this journey.

Matou Ike could vaguely sense that this guy was definitely an important clue.

The ability to measure the future, and even operate autonomously, has inspired Matouike.

Yes, yes, that's how it should be done.

The overall strategy was determined in an instant.

"Medea, go and assist Latio, replace Meastia, and then stall for time as much as possible."

"I understand, just go ahead and do it."

Medea waved her hand and gave a brief reply.

Then he summoned a scepter and flew towards the vortex of struggle.

Medea, who was currently in love with Matou Pond, naturally wouldn't refuse his request.

Even if this place is essentially the enemy's magic workshop, it's still the same.

Then Matouchi turned to look at Shion, who seemed to want to say something but hesitated.

"If I'm not mistaken, you must have secretly installed a spiritual nerve device next to that coffin, right?"

The spiritual nerve is a nanofiber woven using ether (the fifth element in the universe).

Fine lines measured in micrometers.

It was originally developed as a simulated nerve for medical use.

It is also a magical costume used by the Eltenham family for generations.

"You actually know about that?" Ziyuan found the man's words and actions strange.

While this information isn't exactly forbidden, it should only circulate within the Atlas Institute.

“I know a lot more than that.” Matou Ike shrugged. “I also know that you smuggled yourself in from the Pan-Human History, so you must have done something back then, right?”

Ziyuan fell silent for a moment. She had indeed made some preparations by hiding near the coffin containing the so-called "divine body".

I never imagined that others had been watching all along.

And even that matter seems to have been leaked.

It was as if everything had been seen through.

Looking at Matou Ike's lazy expression, this man seemed to have no regard for interfering with other people's secrets or exposing their backgrounds.

As the most outstanding talent of this generation in the Atlas Academy, it was impossible to even judge whether his behavior was normal.

Of course, this is also because people who have been isolated from the outside world for a long time have not had any contact with them.

Shion's social circle was very small, and she spent most of her life within the Atlas Institute until she met the people from Chaldea.

But she had never felt this quality, not even the Master of Chaldea who seemed to encompass everything.

No, or rather, the two are complete opposites.

"What exactly is your purpose?" Ziyuan asked.

"Ah, it's a bit complicated to explain. I need you to extract a spell from my memory, and then use that spell to connect..."

Before Matou Ike could finish speaking, Shion interrupted her.

"I'm asking you... why did you get involved in this? You were just planning to stay on the sidelines, weren't you? Just like those two guys over there."

Her gaze moved from Matou Ike to Kiz and Muzhiqi.

Even though the two had heard Matou Ike and Shion's speculations, they remained unmoved and were still arguing about other things.

But that's how a magician should perform.

How about the answer of "saving the world"?

Matou Ike understood Shion's doubts, which were simply, "Would cooperating with this guy who might become an enemy cause problems for the subsequent Chaldea conquest of this world?"

"Where's the motive?"

“Of course, it’s for the ideal daily life,” Matou Ike replied slowly.

Ignoring Shion, he headed off in another direction on his own.

But Shion, having received the answer, became even more confused.

After all, the etheric threads made her too invincible.

All knowledge can be seized from others. By simply flipping through the etheric lines, even the most brilliant mind will reveal all its information to her.

It can not only intervene in the brain and nerves, but also access the blueprint of the soul—the spiritual particles—and read its laws of thought.

Although she possesses the family traits inherited from the Eltenham family, her ability to mold the difficult-to-control ethereal threads into such a superpower is precisely because she has a talent rarely seen since the current Dean.

At the young age of eight, he attained the same position as Rogge as an instructor at the Atlas Academy and the power of a special envoy, precisely because of his enormous intelligence-gathering ability.

On the contrary, the etheric thread made her lonely.

Even in the Atlas Institute, where everyone is pursuing their solitary mission of protecting the world, they are still feared, dreaded, and avoided.

of course.

No one wants their soul to be interfered with.

I don't want the wisdom I've spent time researching and refining to be plagiarized.

The other party clearly knew that he might become a troublesome enemy in the future, and at this moment he even took the initiative to invite her to read his memories.

This is a major taboo for magicians.

She should know that doing this would be tantamount to the man laying everything out in front of her.

It's just too...

Meanwhile, Matou Ike headed to a corner of this room.

That was the very place where Latio had instructed his familiar, Tangray, to shoot down the mechanical bird Ptolemy.

“…Pharaoh Ptolemy.” Matou Ike slowly walked over.

The mechanical bird remained motionless.

It looks like a short circuit has occurred, causing it to stop functioning.

"I need your help."

"Now that things have come to this, what can you do? You can't possibly beat that thing here with force alone. It would be better to run away now."

"Mechanical bird," Ptolemy complained.

"Besides, you just watched me get beaten up like this by the descendant of Kurdris, so I don't see any need to help you."

"Is that so? I thought you would understand my intentions. After all, Pharaoh Ptolemy was the victor in the War of the Diadochi, the successor to Alexander the Great. It seems that merely being a backup is not enough to inherit the original wisdom of that pharaoh?"

Matou Ike said with a smile.

"Your attempt to provoke me is too clumsy; this level of provocation won't even scratch me."

Ptolemy snorted coldly, clearly not buying it.

Matou Ike simply continued talking.

"I have some understanding of the pain of losing one's memory. It is indeed painful to watch the person you care about become the subject of someone else's experiment, even though you were involved, and not even remember why you awakened Alexander IV."

"What exactly are you trying to say...?"

For a moment, the mechanical bird was speechless.

“I just wanted to say that perhaps it’s possible to salvage your motives now.” Matou Ike looked at Elgo, who was still shrouded in black miasma. “How so?”

"Could it be that you've already guessed my motives?" Ptolemy also looked in that direction, seemingly lost in thought.

"It's just my imagination, not enough for you to accept. I guess you asked me for this purpose." Matou Ike turned his head and said.

“Alright, what should I do?” Ptolemy finally nodded in agreement with Matou Ike’s suggestion.

"You'll find out soon enough." Matou Ike smiled and then walked over.

In the midst of a fierce battle that sent shivers down the spines of the entire administration, another tremor came from underground—the seabed—which Matouchi seized with Typhon's power.

This means that although Kurdris's experiment was halted midway, it was not completely over.

This is perhaps why Latio still wants to fight.

Matouchi was heading in the direction of Wuzhiqi and Kiz, and they seemed to be preparing to retreat.

"Hey, what are you trying to do, kid? Let me make this clear first, I don't want to get involved in this anymore."

Matou Ike hadn't concealed his actions from the very beginning, so he was immediately noticed when he walked this way.

"Don't be nervous, I just wanted to ask you not to leave in such a hurry, and I also need to borrow this Mr. Elgo for a bit."

After saying that, Matou Ike walked straight toward Elgo, who was shrouded in black miasma.

Ziyuan also came to his side at this moment, seemingly having already prepared herself mentally.

"Then let's begin, using your ether thread."

Matou Ike said this.

.........

at the same time.

After Medea joined the battle, the pressure on Latio and Meastia was suddenly relieved.

However, this was based on the premise that Ptolemy, the Dark Pharaoh, had not yet fully taken shape.

When it finally appears in the Great Library of Alexandria, this super-sized temple, now fully operational, will become the exclusive slaughterhouse of the Wallachia Nights.

At this moment, with Medea's enhancement magic, the familiar Tangre's chaotic punches were as powerful as a series of cannonballs.