Magician in Type-Moon

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This is the ironclad rule of the Atlas Academy.

Even if a person has no magic circuits at all, as long as they can use the calculation formulas of alchemy, they can still become a first-class sorcerer.

Isilid gave a low, cold laugh, seemingly mocking his own past.

"Fortunately, the Monaco branch is a place that accepts other magic associations, so there are as many methods as needed."

—Making Juste an alchemist, though a winding path, is the only way out.

It turned out to be the case.

Kiz's gaze swept over Just, and part of the mystery in his heart was instantly solved.

—Isilid hated himself so much that he was willing to kill him.

—Not only because of my own "ignorance", but also because...

His son, Just.

For a long-established magician family, "the lack of normal magic circuits in their descendants" means the end of their bloodline and that all their past achievements will be lost.

And now, the very person who caused the bloodline mutation is standing right in front of him.

Ignoring all his struggles and efforts so far, even his "mistake" seems to be taken for granted—

What an irony.

Isilid loosened his clenched fist, his knuckles turning white, and then he suddenly raised his head, revealing a mocking smile.

"However, I only want to thank you now!"

His voice carried a kind of manic ecstasy, as if he had grasped the only weapon in the face of an absurd fate.

"It's a wonder you arrived at this time!"

Suddenly, he raised his hand and pointed directly at Kiz, who was floating in mid-air.

His gaze was intense, as if burning with some kind of fanatical obsession.

—Since the culprit behind all this is right in front of us, let's make him pay the price!

"Come! Kill Kiz! If it were you—"

Isilid's voice abruptly stopped, his words torn apart by a sudden, intense pain.

A red flower bloomed on his shoulder.

boom!

Blood splattered as the bullet pierced his shoulder blade with pinpoint accuracy.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The magician staggered backward, the excruciating pain causing him to lose his balance and fall awkwardly to the ground. He pressed his hand tightly against the wound, blood seeping through his fingers and leaving a winding trail on the deck.

who is it?

He looked up tremblingly, only to meet those downcast eyes.

— Just.

"Dad...was wrong..."

The boy's voice was soft, trembling slightly, yet it cut through the air like a cold blade.

His shoulders trembled slightly, and his grip on the weapon tightened and loosened repeatedly.

The drone's gun barrel was still emitting white smoke, proving that the attack was not accidental.

Has the meaning been revealed?

No—what was unlocked was not merely a magical hint, but some kind of shackle deep within his heart.

Even the most subtle hints cannot be maintained for long under extreme conditions. And if you forcibly deepen the hint just as it is about to collapse, it will only hasten its demise.

Isilid certainly understood this.

But he had no choice.

His plan failed.

Juste kept his head down, his slightly trembling lips uttering chilling whispers.

"As soon as you see this Reality Marble... you'll know... this method... is the final conclusion..."

Juste's voice was hollow, yet filled with a strange firmness.

His gaze swept across the surroundings: the world being devoured by the Reality Marble? The nascent planet, the distorted swordsmen of light, and the new planet being shaped.

"If there were fewer lives in the world, there would be no competition... no conflict..."

His lips curled slightly upward, as if he were proclaiming some unshakable truth.

Paranoid.

Utterly obsessive.

It's even chilling.

“Kiz… is right…”

Just looked up, his eyes reflecting the man floating in the air. His voice was unwavering, even filled with a kind of devout faith.

"From a macro-level perspective of justice, it is the life forms on this planet that are in the wrong."

"It has spread too far, and the prosperity has gone too far."

"From the very beginning, the way life exists has been hopelessly wrong."

"In that case, it would be more just to entrust the next generation of children who will make fewer mistakes, even if it requires some sacrifices."

"Even if it means destroying the Monaco area, even if it means consuming the Godslayers..."

"As long as we can create new planets, it's not a problem at all."

"Emiya Kiritsugu, too, if such a method existed, he would probably do the same..."

—Matou Ike had long suspected that this guy had some kind of connection with Emiya Kiritsugu.

But what he didn't expect was that even with the hints of lifting the ban, this point remained unchanged.

Juste's beliefs were not implanted through suggestion, but were deeply buried in his heart from the beginning. This time, however, he finally found the "right" path.

"Hmm, heh, heh."

A soft laugh came from above.

Kiz looked down at the two people on the deck, a smile of unbelievable delight on his face.

He slowly opened his arms to welcome this new "understanding".

"Finally, I've found a companion."

"Really reliable."

He looked at Just, smiling like a child, but his eyes gleamed with fanaticism.

"After all, they killed me once before."

He was really happy.

It was an undisguised joy, as if the world was finally showing itself as it was meant to be.

"Then let's remove the obstacles first."

Kiz said it casually, in a tone as calm as if he were dealing with a trivial matter.

Chapter 533 All-Equal Bullshit

As Kiz gestured with her beautiful hand, a flash of light silently passed by.

The figure of the Swordsman of Light passed by Justel, the blade slicing through the air and falling silently to the man lying on the ground.

Before Isilid could even struggle to his feet, his vision was swallowed up by a sudden flash of sword light.

—In an instant, an arc pierced the night.

puff!

The head flew up lightly, tumbling in the night wind, blood droplets scattering in an arc.

Boom!

It fell to the ground and rolled to Just's feet.

But that wasn't Isilid's head.

The head of the Swordsman of Light rolled to the ground, his gilded hair stained with blood, and his once blazing eyes now dimmed.

"--Um?"

Kiz raised an eyebrow, his smile faltering slightly, as if he had realized some variable that shouldn't exist.

Just stood there, blood still dripping from the chainsaw, the sticky red blood slowly sliding down the serrated blade.

He held the chainsaw securely beside him, his head still bowed, his voice low but clear—

“Kiz of the Panhuang Sea, I want to confirm with you—do you think the flower is beautiful?”

The air froze upon hearing this.

The sea breeze subsided, and the waves seemed to slow down their rhythm as they lapped against the hull.

Even the clones of the young star stopped moving, and the operation of the inherent barrier was disturbed at that moment as if by some inexplicable force field.

Matouchi also stopped.

He withdrew the magic power that was constantly overflowing, and the spell that was about to take shape came to a halt.

Everyone is waiting for the answer to this question.

The reclusive alchemist Juste's expression was somewhat sorrowful, as if he were speaking about a proposition that was about to overturn his own beliefs, or like a philosopher who knew that his knowledge had made a decisive mistake somewhere, but still had to publish a paper.

Kiz smiled slightly and answered without hesitation.

"No, because flowers attract creatures to compete for territory."