Magician in Type-Moon

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What saddened him even more was the image of the "Fifth Magician" that surfaced in his mind, and he couldn't help but silently mourn for that poor fellow.

—How could I possibly end up with an older sister like Orange?

However, neither of these sisters seems to be a good person.

.........

Like most port cities, London has a bustling Chinatown, with the Chinatown in Soho being the most famous.

Its scale is perhaps top-notch on a global scale.

On every street corner, brightly colored Chinese signs hang on almost every building. The dense characters intertwine with the red and white lanterns of the shops, creating a vivid picture of oriental charm.

As dusk falls and neon lights illuminate the streets, pedestrians seem to hear melodies woven from countless languages.

Wandering through this bustling neighborhood, one often loses track of where they are, as if they have entered another time and space, a world that is both modern and exotic.

As you walk northeast from Chinatown and gradually approach Charing Cross Road, the scenery begins to change.

Shops with distinctly Chinese architectural styles were gradually replaced by Victorian-style townhouses, whose brick-red walls and exquisite carved windows exuded an ancient elegance.

As you walk further, the streets become more modern, and the streetscape becomes more concise and streamlined. The commercial buildings constructed of glass and steel exude a cool urban atmosphere under the setting sun.

This journey crosses the boundaries of different countries and eras, and London's unique charm is fully revealed in this interwoven landscape.

After leaving Gesells' workshop, Matouike continued north along Charing Cross Road and finally arrived at a certain building.

This is a magnificent modern building with an exterior almost entirely made of mirrored glass, reflecting the surrounding scenery and making the whole building look like it has emerged from a futuristic world.

Its cylindrical structure makes people stop and their eyes involuntarily drawn to it.

The building is very conspicuous in the city, but it does not look out of place; it blends perfectly into the surrounding urban landscape.

As part of the clock tower, it does not reveal its identity through any conspicuous signs or appearance.

Like many organizations associated with the world of magic and mystery, the Clock Tower prefers to disguise its facilities as ordinary universities or government offices to avoid excessive attention and disturbance.

This secrecy and low profile only make it more mysterious and attractive.

Matouchi entered the building, walked through the lobby, and headed to the reception desk.

The employees here look no different from ordinary administrative staff; they still wear formal suits and have serious, calm expressions.

Half an hour ago, he received a meeting invitation from the Bureau of Secret Remains Anatomy.

Matouchi gave his name and waited for the other party to verify his information.

The building was filled with a sense of order, with different people coming and going busily. Although not everyone was a magician, almost everyone could sense the presence of magic and mystery.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." A short while later, the receptionist smiled and handed Matou Ike a silver access card.

Matou Ike took the card, nodded, and then walked towards the elevator. Inside the elevator, he swiped the card lightly against the access sensor.

With a low humming sound, a hidden panel suddenly opened in the button area inside the elevator.

Matou Ike selected a button labeled "45th Floor Underground". As the elevator started moving, a sudden inertia helped him regain his balance, and the floor descended rapidly.

Forty-five floors underground, its depth is comparable to the deepest part of the clock tower itself, reaching almost hundreds of meters underground in London.

Similar to the deepest part of the clock tower, this place also hides one of the only four entrances to the spirit tomb Albion.

Then, Matou Ike glanced to the side and asked:

"Are you satisfied with this?"

"Very satisfied! Thank you! I've never even been to the Secret Corpse Dissection Bureau before!"

Hehehe~ Yvette smiled happily.

Just like a declaration made on the street, she cleverly followed along.

At her level, this might be considered a kind of virtue.

"Since you've already said it's for intelligence, there's nothing we can do about it. Besides, we don't know what they were thinking, actually approving your entry into the Secret Corpse Dissection Bureau."

Matou Ike responded with a stern face.

The floating sensation inside the elevator lasted for a long time before the metal doors opened.

It was a spacious circular room.

The space is about the size of a large hotel lobby.

A huge crystal was installed in the center of the ceiling, emitting a faint light that seemed to draw people into it.

It makes one intuitively realize that it is probably not a product of science.

That being said, it is somewhat different from things that originate from magic.

Although it could be categorized as mysterious, its clear light felt even more sacred and noble.

Matouchi looked up and stared intently at the enormous brilliance stone, his gaze deep and thoughtful.

After a few seconds of silence, he whispered softly, "Is this an artifact from the Albion Tomb?"

“Oh, such a large pyroxene is truly rare,” Yvette exclaimed, a hint of curiosity flashing in her eyes.

Matou Ike turned to look at her and said calmly, "Have you seen this kind of crystal before?"

Evie nodded, and answered with a slight hesitation:

"Well, even so, the ones I've seen are at most the size of small stones. Nevertheless, depending on the amount of magic they contain, small brilliance stones can have various uses."

They're usually only found in places with exceptionally high concentrations of mystical energy; such large pieces of pyroxene must be incredibly valuable. "Sigh, no wonder it's the Bureau of Mysterious Remains Dissection; they even have something like this."

She looked around, her eyes revealing a deep interest in these extraordinary items.

It seems that, despite calling herself a "spy," she harbors a silent yearning to explore secrets that are not easily accessible to the outside world.

Matou Ike didn't respond immediately, but lowered his head in thought. After a while, he suddenly frowned and whispered, "Something's not right."

Hearing this, Yvette was puzzled for a moment, then asked, "Huh? What's wrong?"

“No one came to greet us.” Matou Ike’s tone was calm, but full of vigilance.

"They have already been notified that the visitor scheduled to meet them will be arriving soon."

He looked around, clearly dissatisfied with the unusual silence.

At that moment, his gaze unconsciously swept towards the curved wall on one side of the hall.

Several doors were clearly visible there, and the frame of one of them trembled slightly, then—

With a whoosh, the door suddenly opened, and out stepped an obese employee who stumbled and fell heavily to the ground.

The man plopped down on the cold floor, and after regaining his senses, he hurriedly turned to look into the doorway.

Matou Ike and Yvette smelled a pungent stench almost simultaneously, causing them to instinctively cover their mouths and noses.

The smell was not only nauseating, but also seemed to carry a stench of decay.

With a heavy, loud thud, the walls shook violently, as if some enormous object was slamming into them from the inside.

Then came five more slamming sounds, the door frame twisted and deformed from the impact, each one like a terrifying omens approaching. Finally, the door was forced open with tremendous force.

A massive figure forced its way out of the door, its heavy body twisted and contorted, like a monster that could not be bound by any rules of reality.

It is enormous, standing a full two and a half meters tall, and clearly does not belong to any known species.

The lion's head was positioned in front, its sharp gaze like a razor-sharp blade, staring directly at Matou Ike and Yvette.

On either side of its body are connected bat wings and chicken heads, a bizarre and chilling combination that sends shivers down one's spine.

Most terrifyingly, the giant beast's forelimbs grew curved scythes like those of a praying mantis, the sharp blades cutting through the air with a piercing whistling sound.

That was definitely not just a simple chimera.

Matou Ike has encountered many magicians and the aliens they created, but this feeling is completely different.

Should we say that we don't belong to the same world?

Although both are indeed beings that defy common sense, this creature was clearly born from a different logic.

As Matouchi prepared to continue observing the situation, Yvette had already demonstrated her decisive action.

The figure behind her suddenly moved, and quickly lifted the blindfold covering her eyes.

Her movements were swift and decisive, as if she had anticipated every step that would follow.

Then, she reached her finger into her eye socket and quickly embedded the ruby ​​in her left eye—the bright crimson "Ruby"—into her eye.

"Alright, there's no other way, let it burn out!" she said coldly, her tone carrying a hint of impatient determination.

A powerful surge of magical energy followed. Matou Ike's gaze flickered slightly—this was the Flame Burning Mystic Eye, a mystic eye capable of burning everything.

The moment Yvette's Ruby Eyes were activated, a burst of intense heat quickly enveloped the monster's entire body.

Matou Ike's gaze was drawn to this attack.

It was actually a demonic eye of the noble color level.

A beast's agonizing roar echoed as intense flames seemed to mercilessly devour everything in its path.

Blazing flames danced across its body, erupting like a catastrophe, instantly engulfing its massive form, accompanied by endless burning and pain.

Matou Ike continued watching with interest, showing no intention of making a move.

Just as the flames were engulfing the beast's body, something unexpected happened—

The monster, engulfed in flames, writhed violently, and suddenly a new tiger head sprouted from its back.

The fierce roars intertwined with the flames, as if its life force had received some kind of mysterious support.

What's even more concerning is that the chicken head on the right side of the beast suddenly inhaled with a "whoosh," and then its head snapped open, exhaling a foul-smelling stream of air.

This airflow was not simple; it seemed to be corrosive, and a nauseating smell permeated the air.

Even nearby foliage plants wither rapidly upon contact with the breath, their leaves turning black and losing their vitality.

The air seemed to suddenly become heavy and lifeless.

Just as the beast was about to unleash an even stronger breath, the surrounding floor suddenly began to deform.

With a deafening roar, the floor rose rapidly, revealing a solid metal wall that struck the monster's jaw precisely.

The impact caused its breath to stop abruptly, and its slow reaction prevented it from putting up a proper resistance.

The metal walls quickly closed in from below, completely trapping the monster. In the blink of an eye, it was firmly locked in a metal cage.