Magician in Type-Moon

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"Even today, in the Far East, West Asia and other regions, there are still magical forms that draw out mysteries from higher beings. They do not directly 'create gods,' but rather use divine status and names as interfaces to allow the operation of magical techniques to touch upon higher-level law structures."

"Next, all that's needed is a slight adjustment to the procedure."

"The divine nature is directed as the source of protection for magic, anchored in a fictional belief system—and a 'god' is constructed specifically for magicians."

Matouchi slowed down his speech at this point.

Two names flashed through his mind:

—Bai Ruolong. Kiz.

“But, the method to turn heroic spirits into gods… that method is…” Yvette asked in a low voice.

She didn't object. She simply felt instinctively that such an attempt shouldn't have succeeded. Even if Hartrace was audacious, it was still a transgression.

"Miss."

Matou Ike simply replied, "You told me that the Spirit Tomb Albion is a labyrinth."

maze.

She paused, momentarily stunned. Not as a maze of buildings, but—

A magician's labyrinth.

“The ritual of passing through death and rebirth…” she continued instinctively.

"That's the one."

Jian Tongchi nodded.

"The imposter is Iskandar the Shadow. With her at the core, the ritual structure of 'reshaping existence through death' is recreated in the Spirit Tomb Albion, and that magic is applied to 'Heroic Spirits'."

“Since the imposter’s essence is that of a substitute, she is nothing more than a shadow of Iskandar. Therefore, the structural alteration performed on her will naturally trace back to the ‘real Iskandar’ on the Throne of Heroes.”

Yvette pressed her lips together. She had already grasped the outline of the entire ceremony.

Matou Ike sighed and continued:

"The imposter is just a bridge. What really needs to be adjusted is the Spirit Origin itself. In that profound transformation, Hartres used a Spirit Origin construction that is closer to the essence—that can be called 'Spirit Origin Ascension'."

Matou Ike was a bit oblivious at the moment.

He suspected that the Ascension technique Hartress currently possessed was inspired by the battle in Guanbuzi City.

Matou Ike initially used himself as a blank spirit origin, along with the "fate" given to him by Medea, to accurately link to the Throne of Heroes belonging to Medea, allowing Medea to descend to the mortal world again.

And at this moment——

Matouike paused for a moment, as if pondering a detail she had overlooked.

"Of course, under normal circumstances, even so, it will still be limited to the framework of 'Heroic Spirit.' No matter how deeply one delves into the essence of the Spirit Origin, it only brings it closer to the limit that a Heroic Spirit can reach."

"Because class itself is a kind of reduction. Whether it is a faker, a swordsman, or a berserker, these are just one aspect of the Heroic Spirit as a whole - an aspect that has been deliberately selected and emphasized."

He paused, as if suppressing some belated regret.

"So I never thought that his real intention was to deify Iskandar."

This sentence seems heavier than any magic theory.

That wasn't a deduction of some hypothesis, but a neglected starting point—all the clues were right in front of us, but they weren't pieced together because of "common sense".

Yvette remained silent, simply gazing at him.

She suddenly realized that what was hardest for Matou Ike to accept was not Hartres's ambition, but that her own judgment as a magician had obscured a corner of the truth.

Because he was so aware of the limits of magic, he eliminated any "delusions that went beyond those limits" from the very beginning.

Hartles, by taking advantage of the "limits" that all magicians would assume, quietly attempted the most dangerous thing on a path unseen by anyone.

"However, the key to adjusting the spirit foundation to a level that can support gods is not technology."

"Ike Matou said, his voice low and steady."

"It is time. There must be enough time for it to receive the vital energy of heaven and earth, or the infusion of faith. Just as faith itself needs time to penetrate and take root among people."

“Time…” Yvette repeated softly, feeling as if the word had stirred up ripples in a memory from not long ago.

“…Oh, right, it’s…Emiya’s…”

“That’s right.” Matou Ike nodded slightly. “The sealing magic that was discovered in Heartless’s workshop.”

Yvette then remembered that the magic spell, classified as "Sealing Designation," was designed to create a flow of time completely isolated from the outside world in a localized area.

It is a technique that transcends the structure of the present world.

She remembered hearing people privately call it—

"Among the magic arts that influence the rules of the world, the technique closest to the root."

A sudden thought struck her, as if she could hear the crisp sound of jigsaw puzzle pieces fitting together.

The sound echoed in her mind, ticking away like gears turning methodically, but each tick was accompanied by tiny cracks in the embankment, like ants slowly eroding it, sending chills down her spine.

A slight wind was blowing outside, and the damp, cold winter air carried a pungent metallic smell.

And Matouchi has finally pieced together another crucial fragment:

“Use Emiya’s sealing technique to solve the problem of 'time',” he murmured, as if to himself. “It was originally a technique designed to reach the distant future and peek into the origins. If used on a Heroic Spirit…”

He paused here, as if calculating some kind of formula that defies common sense.

“Heroic spirits do not age or decay. They can continuously bear that almost eternal ‘time burden.’ If this time dilation can be maintained, even if it is only compressed into a few decades in the present world, it is enough to simulate the process of ‘faith accumulation’ over thousands or even tens of thousands of years.”

His lips twitched slightly as he uttered this astonishing estimate without any emotion:

"Compared to the five billion years that Earth lasted until its extinction, a few thousand years of faith development... is simply a joke."

Yvette was speechless, but he didn't stop; instead, his voice grew increasingly cold.

“And there’s something else.” He stared into the distance, his voice low.

"Grand Decrees—each one is held in the central chamber of Albion, the Tomb of Spirits."

“…What?” Yvette was stunned.

This was the first time she had ever heard of this.

“That’s right. That’s the rule in the setting. The Grand Order is an ancient magical ritual. It is performed in the deepest part of the Spirit Tomb Albion, on the ‘heart of the dead dragon’—the ancient heart.”

"During the Grand Order decision, the 'dike' that should have been sealed will be temporarily opened."

"That is the core of the entire Spirit Tomb's magic."

“Once the dikes loosen, the ancient heart will be infused with unparalleled magic and become open.”

"And Hartres is very likely planning to take advantage of the brief gap during the Grand Order decision to summon Iskandar once again on the ancient heart."

"That is the point where the stars meet the earth, the place where the mysterious fluctuations of the inner sea of ​​the stars and the world on earth meet. It is an 'underground observatory' that should be sealed forever."

“There, all the conditions for the ‘mystery of change’ will be met.”

"The magic of stars. The burden of time. The vessel for heroic spirits. The ritual of passing through death and rebirth. Even the simulated environment for the nurturing of faith is in place."

"That is the most suitable place to reconstruct a heroic spirit as a god."

Every word he spoke was like a steady hammer blow, striking Yvette's chest.

This is no longer the fantasy of some madman, nor the unrealistic tactic of some schemer.

It is a "ritual system" that has magical logic, supporting materials, and is already in place.

It's just a matter of waiting for a certain point in time—then it can be declared a success.

“What I thought was an impossible delusion,” Matou Ike said softly, as if in murmur, “has begun to take on a 'concrete form' because of enough coincidences connecting us.”

This is the magician's fear.

Within the interconnected mystery, possibilities arise that even one cannot predict.

"Manipulating mystery to lead to unimaginable results..."

He looked at Yvette, his voice barely audible.

"That's the magician's skill."

"Once he became a god, he prepared the currency he had previously used."

Matouchi took out an ancient gold coin from the inner pocket of his trench coat.

The Start gold coin spun between his fingers.

Its surface, worn smooth by years of wear, is covered with fine lines. Under the slanting sunlight, the light gliding across the metal is not bright, but it is imbued with an almost illusory glow by the afterglow of the setting sun. At that moment, it seems no longer to be a coin, but the echo of a distant myth.

"Economics is one of the most deeply rooted forms of belief in the modern world."

His voice was deep and calm, like a scholar presenting experimental results.

"The circulation of money is based on credit, expectations, and authority, which are precisely the three elements that constitute 'faith.' Therefore, using gold coins as a catalyst, one can construct a faith form that is extremely pure in form."

He flipped the gold coin over, his fingertips brushing against the ancient Greek inscriptions engraved on the edge.

“Especially if this gold coin was originally related to Iskandar and existed during his lifetime, then establishing a connection with the deified Iskandar becomes incredibly simple.”

He paused, then changed his tone, adding a touch of sarcasm:

"Moreover, the one who manipulated this gold coin is that Hartres."

Although the spell on the Stadt coin has not yet been fully deciphered, Matouchi can already vaguely discern the outline of its hidden structure.

Chapter 586 A Fool Playing with Fire (4k)

Magdana stared at the swirling sand on the table.

The particles seemed to be manipulated by an invisible hand, tracing an obscure yet elegant spiral on the tabletop. He was certainly familiar with the old woman's magic trick.

Inolei Baljereta Atolohom possesses the triple combination of earth, water, and wind attributes. While other magicians might boast about such a rare talent, for truly ancient families, this kind of "rarity" is merely a trivial additional attribute.

Her horror doesn't stop there.

What makes Lady Baljereta truly terrifying is that she is—in all that Magdana knows, the most “magician” of all magicians.

In other words, even strategies painstakingly developed and accumulated over decades within the clock tower would be discarded without hesitation if they violated her creed as a "magician" at the last moment.

It's like cutting off a lab rat that went astray.