Magician in Type-Moon

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"If it were me two thousand years ago... no, at least seven hundred years ago, I should have been able to easily see the meaning of this magic trick. If he knew that I now have to think about even this, he would probably sneer in disdain."

Listen attentively.

The sound of the waves rises and falls, echoing like an invisible pulse, guiding the rhythm of this planet.

Humans came from there.

All living things come from there.

Even almost all the gods are no exception.

Because this is a planet of the sea.

—And what about the Dead Apostles?

Where do inanimate things come from? And where do they go?

Under the pitch-black night sky, only the moon, gently suspended in the heavens, seemed to be silently mocking.

"Old friends die, but new disciples are left behind."

Van Fem sighed softly, his warm breath brushing across the surface of Monthacher.

The wine rippled, reflecting the colorful night scene.

Immediately, deep red rose petals silently bloomed from the wine glass, one after another, like an illusion born from nothingness.

Is it a magic trick, or a magician's art?

In any case, they will eventually be carried away by the sea breeze, quietly drifting down and scattering into the sea off Monaco.

"Then, what I must do—"

.........

Ye Sizhen headed towards a building in a corner of the Fontvier district, north of the port.

The building is registered as the museum director's office, responsible for the collection, preservation, and management of artworks. Technically speaking, the position of museum director is a good fit for magicians, so many magicians use it as a cover for their social identities.

"disease."

She whispered a short incantation, and the door lock opened immediately.

Magicians have a habit of always performing magic when opening the door to any room with a protective barrier.

The office was in disarray.

The iron shelves were piled high with dolls and masks, most of which had nothing to do with magic and were simply her personal collection. As a scholar specializing in medieval Asia and also the director of an art museum, Ye Sizhen was particularly enthusiastic about collecting such items.

She never considered this place as a workshop.

Western magicians are accustomed to converting their residences into workshops, but for her, whose purpose is to perform magic of thought, a workshop is unnecessary.

More importantly, the magic of thought emphasizes feng shui and the consistency of the land.

She walked through the office filled with collectibles and headed straight for a small room further inside.

She stopped just as she was about to knock on the door.

Turning around, she carefully adjusted the chest area of ​​her dress in front of the nearby mirror and smoothed out her slightly messy hair.

She looked just like a female student about to meet an important friend.

After doing all that, she raised her hand again to knock on the door.

"Please come in."

A calm response came from inside the room, and she pushed the door open and entered.

The space was simple, containing only a bed, a bedside table, and a small chair.

"Miss Sizhen."

"Are you ready to get up now?"

"Barely."

The white-haired man slowly straightened his upper body, his voice still melancholic and indifferent.

Ye Sizhen glanced at the plates on the bedside table; the food had been completely wiped clean. She sat down on the chair beside the bed and sighed softly.

"It seems your appetite has returned."

"Ah."

The response was still brief and indifferent.

Ye Sizhen looked at him helplessly.

"Aren't you really going to consider that matter?"

The man before her was of such high status, yet he had fallen to this state of hiding everywhere, like a rat crossing the street.

Even though she's not one to meddle, this situation is so compelling that it makes one want to intervene.

"Never mind, I just want to wait peacefully for this last year to pass."

The man's tone was calm, without even a furrowed brow. His face showed no sign of wavering, as if he had already accepted the outcome.

But Ye Sizhen saw the starry sky deep in his eyes.

She gently shook her head and leaned back in her chair.

"Is this so..."

She smiled slowly, a unique kind of joy emanating from her brows.

"However, I feel like I've been reborn lately, and I'm in a great mood."

The man raised his eyes and asked casually, "Did something good happen?"

Ye Sizhen smiled slightly, her tone carrying a hint of pride.

"I became someone's disciple."

Ye Sizhen confessed.

He stretched his hands forward, staring at the tips of his outstretched fingers, and whispered with burning breath:

"Although I only received his instruction for a very, very short period of time, it made me feel like all my training up to now was just like that of an idiot."

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, scrutinizing Ye Sizhen's hands with a hint of examination, as if trying to discern some substantial change between her ten fingers.

"The magic of the Age of Gods?" he asked calmly, his tone revealing little emotion.

"Yes, it's amazing that we can learn such technology in modern times."

Ye Sizhen slowly withdrew her hand, gently closing her palms as if to feel the lingering warmth at her fingertips.

These words finally drew the man's attention slightly, and he looked at her quietly:

"Perhaps, in the future, magic in the Age of Gods will no longer be exclusive..."

Chapter 457 Gold Coins

A decadent atmosphere permeated the casino.

When I first arrived here, I felt a sense of positive energy, like that of a relaxing park. Now, however, it's filled with a suffocating tension. Even the live classical music performance did little to alleviate this atmosphere.

The atmosphere is created in just one particular corner of the place.

In fact, on this cruise ship, gambling activities such as roulette, blackjack, and fish-shrimp-crab dice occasionally gather in the central area, but usually start at the edge of the game area.

However, only that area was unusually somber.

It's not just because of the huge amount of money involved.

VIPs are not uncommon in Monaco, especially in the context of large-scale transactions.

Rather, it is precisely because of this that in Monaco, even high-stakes gambling in the hundreds of millions is often regarded as a form of entertainment.

The ability to humorously accept astronomical losses is precisely the quality this land aspires to.

However, the aura emanating from that area was enough to make one's mouth water just by looking at it.

……but

Almost no guest can see that area.

It's probably beyond their comprehension.

This is the illusion performed on the Deadline Joy Ship (the Hell Staff Holder) – augmented reality on a magical level.

Conversely, the guests gathered in this area were only magicians or associates. In other words, apart from the participants of the Fim Ship Banquet, there were only spectators who knew the inside story.

At the last ship banquet, many magicians had never even heard of the winner. But perhaps because of this, this time a considerable number of spectators have gathered.

"Append."

Matou Ike tapped the table, indicating that he wanted to play a card.

His actions drew the attention of those around him. Perhaps because the gambling was so quiet, the slight tapping sound was particularly clear, like a drop of water falling on a tranquil lake, creating an ominous ripple.

Medea tilted her gaze slightly, her blue-purple eyes revealing a hint of ambiguous amusement beneath the veil.

Her fingertips lightly tapped the chips in front of her, seemingly indifferent to the game, yet never missing a single detail.

The five guests at the table each had their own thoughts.

Some looked at him with mockery, waiting to see how he would bring about his own destruction; others calmly calculated the probabilities, judging whether each of his next moves was reasonable. Still others simply showed expressions of disgust, as if his mere presence was enough to arouse their revulsion.

"Please." The dealer handed over the next card without any emotion.

The croupier's beauty left a deep impression.

However, it seems that they were also responsible for settling the bills at each table during the Fim Boat Banquet.

The moment the card was turned over, everyone's eyes were drawn to it.

Three of Hearts.

No one spoke, but the silent tension only intensified.

Matou Ike slightly raised her eyes, looked around, and under everyone's gaze, a faint smile curved her lips.

"...Add."