Magician in Type-Moon

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Magic eye?

Hansa keenly noticed this key word.

Then, Hansa noticed the eyes of the person in front of him and sighed in annoyance.

According to information sent by the church's intelligence department, the man in front of them didn't originally have amber eyes.

Does that mean I've already fallen into the other party's interference through their "magic eye"?

"Have you finally finished thinking about it?" Matou Ike asked with a shrug.

"Yes, I'm sorry to have taken up your time. I am Hansa Serbandis. Please take care of me!" Hansa said with a self-deprecating laugh.

Matou Ike observed his entire body with her Deconstruction Mystic Eyes and asked:

"So, Mr. Agent of the Holy Church, which department do you belong to? The Knights of the Inquisition, the Eighth Secret Order, or the renowned Burial Agency?"

"How could that be? Someone like me is no match for those masters. No, I can't even stand on the same ground. Like your former rival Kirei Kotomine, I come from the Eighth Secret Society."

Hansa sighed slightly and answered Matouchi's question.

"Is that so? The Holy Church wouldn't be unaware of the appearance of the Twenty-Seventh Ancestor-level Dead Apostle, would they? In this situation, shouldn't they assign someone from the Burial Agency? Or is it that your abilities are already sufficient?"

Matou Ike tilted his head and asked him, his words seemingly tinged with sarcasm, but they were simply stating facts without a trace of personal emotion.

The organization known as the Burial Agency is composed of members who have been carefully selected even among the agents.

Members of this organization possess the strength to fight on par with the "Twenty-Seven Ancestors," who are considered the pinnacle of the vampire race. Sometimes they can even bury their opponents single-handedly. They are constantly regarded as legends, fears, and admonitions among the Dead Apostles.

Hansa, of course, understood what Matouchi meant. He sighed softly and said in a tone of concern for the world:

"The world has been changing too fast lately, with all sorts of strange things emerging one after another. Things that have been asleep for who knows how long have been awakening one after another. So the seniors have to be busy dealing with other things. This sudden appearance of the Twenty-Seven Dead Apostles has left me, someone with more free time, to deal with it."

After speaking, Hansa reassessed the extent of Matou Pond's power.

The fact that the other party brought up the Twenty-Seven Ancestors means that this man may have far more information and details about this matter than their church.

It could even be someone involved in this trouble.

If that's the case, he'll prepare to ask for help.

However, he wasn't confident in dealing with the newly formed Twenty-Seven Ancestors, let alone this unknown magician in front of him.

It's better to run away as soon as possible.

"Is that so? Then why are you, the agent sent to exterminate the Dead Apostles, causing trouble for my familiar?"

Matou Ike, expressionless, designated Angra Mainyu as one of his familiars.

Hansa smiled upon hearing this. He understood what Matouchi meant; she wanted him to give up hunting the thing that clearly resembled a "demon."

"Are you sure? Mr. Magician, are you really sure that thing is your familiar?"

Hansa smiled, but stared at Matou Ike with disgust in his eyes.

Adjust your breathing slightly, and assume a posture that suggests you're about to unleash your true power.

It seemed that as soon as the other party uttered their next sentence, he would launch a decisive and fierce attack.

"I'm sure, is there a problem?"

As soon as he finished speaking, in that instant, Hansa's right hand, accompanied by an exaggerated mechanical sound, violently reached towards Matouchi.

"That's a demon, which means you're an evil magician who commands demons. In that case, I have no choice but to kill you."

However──

As if he had expected it, with a slight tremor of his fingers, the transparent spider silk that had appeared in front of him at some unknown time quickly tightened.

Then, like a volley of needles, they intercepted Hansa, blocking his movement.

Then Hansa threw several black keys through the gaps in the tangled spiderweb.

hum-

The chirping of insects suddenly burst forth.

A dozen or so winged blade insects seemed to have anticipated this and had already hatched from the soil beneath his feet. They intercepted him in front of him while he was still flying in the air before he struck the middle of Kirichi.

As Matou Ike looked at the insects that had become corpses, overflowing with blood and smoke, after intercepting the Black Key, he said calmly:

"Are you so sure that guy is a demon from hell?"

Hansa used the spider silk as footholds, leaping higher and higher as he answered:

"Such a repulsive smell, the fact is right in front of us. Now that things have come to this, do you still want to argue with me? Mr. Magician."

Chapter 278 Cyborgs

Asagami Fujino's head was buzzing.

What happened today completely overturned her understanding of the world. Someone blocked her way, demanding she hand over "Xiao An" in an extremely authoritative tone.

First, a priest named Hansa inexplicably appeared in the park, blocked her way, and demanded that she hand over "Xiao An" in an extremely authoritative tone.

Then another guy, who looked incredibly young, appeared and started shooting without warning.

This is Japan, a society governed by the rule of law, a country where guns are prohibited.

Does he lack legal awareness?

He even went so far as to say, "Xiao An is his familiar."

Asagami Fujino finally understood that these two strange and dangerous people were after her strange pet "Xiao An," which she had been raising for almost two months.

This kind of plot often appears in comics, where an ordinary girl finds a strange creature, which then leads to a struggle between different forces.

The story ends with him transforming into a magical girl and saving the world.

So, with this strange thought in mind, Asagami Fujino silently listened to the conversation between the two.

She tried to remain calm and listened silently to the two men's conversation, attempting to understand what they were saying.

However, the more she listened, the more unbelievable it seemed to her.

“Dead Apostle, Twenty-Seven Ancestors, Vampire, Demon…” These words kept echoing in her ears.

Asagami Fujino once suspected that there was something wrong with her ears.

She thought to herself with a self-deprecating smile that she felt like she had fallen into the world of a novel.

"So those legends about the church and vampires are all true? Are vampires really afraid of garlic and silver?"

At the same time, Matou Ike glanced at Asagami Fujino behind her out of the corner of her eye, only to find her looking shocked.

—Eyes wide, mouth slightly open, she seemed to be on the verge of a complete breakdown, as if she couldn't understand what was happening in front of her.

“Σヽ(?Д?;)ノ…” This expression looks like it came straight out of a comedy comic.

Matou Ike was at a loss for words.

Perhaps it's because the girl spent too much time with Angra Mainyu that she became like this.

His lips twitched slightly.

He then adjusted his emotions and focused on dealing with the troublesome guy in front of him.

The more Matou Ike saw in Hansa Serbandis using his Deconstruction Mystic Eyes, the harder it was for him to understand.

The man named Hansa Serbandis has at least 70 percent of his body made up of mechanical devices.

He was practically a cyborg.

In the church's words, this is what is called sanctification, right?

I'm really surprised; I never imagined the church had this kind of technology.

But what's even more surprising is that a man named Hansa, with such a body, hasn't completely become a tool of the gods.

Has this karma gotten so deep that even Heaven despises it?

Information about this kind of human transformation within the church is rarely leaked.

Matouchi was seeing something like this for the first time.

A bizarre thought flashed through his scattered thoughts—could the church be secretly manufacturing something like "Unit-01"?

Perhaps influenced by Asagami Fujino's exaggerated reaction, he did not rule out this possibility.

But it's not impossible that this possibility cannot be ruled out.

"Tsk, what a mess." He twitched his lips, shaking off these useless thoughts.

After Matou Ike fired three bullets in succession with his little helper, each one hitting Hansa's black keys that were constantly being fired at him at an unusual angle.

"You seem to have a way of anticipating my actions, which is called 'prophecy' in martial arts, but your close combat skills are absolutely terrible."

Hansa said nonchalantly, recalling the series of events that had occurred a moment earlier in his mind.

Whether it was the first shot that stopped him from taking action, or the subsequent spider silk or the defense against his attacks, it was as if he had anticipated the enemy's moves.

At the same time, Hansa also noticed that Matouchi's arm, which he had cut off when he forcibly broke through the blockade, had healed at some point.

It appears that the worms that make up the arm were directly replaced, thus achieving a perfect repair.

No wonder the information said that it's best not to make an enemy of this guy unless absolutely necessary.

This combination of abilities makes them incredibly difficult to kill.

Even if you kill them, it's hard to guarantee that you haven't killed them all.

That's absolutely disgusting!

"So your demonic eyes are futuristic vision?" Combining his previous guesses and intelligence, Hansa gradually pieced together part of the puzzle of Matou Ike's demonic eyes.

Faced with this question, Matou Ike simply nodded expressionlessly, quite generously acknowledging the power of his Mystic Eyes.

"Indeed, under these eyes, all your choices are predetermined in my sight."

This was the information he originally wanted to leak, if it could be passed on to the Mage Association through the Holy Church, the Mage Association's arch-rival.

Perhaps even its credibility will be much higher.

The transparent ring in Matouchi's eyes contracted slightly, and he quickly pulled the spider silk in his hand.

As he moved, the surrounding objects seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, all converging towards Hansa's position.