To become a king and a magician

"——【Announcement】——"

Extend your right arm forward and pull your left arm forcefully backward.

"—[In the name of my proclaimed order (Blue)]—"

Like drawing a bow and nocking an arrow, layers upon layers of magical techniques seemed to multiply, rapidly overlapping and appearing in front of Aozaki Aoko's right arm, their sheer number extending nearly ten meters away in one go.

"——【Everything (not.) is correct (SANE)】——"

Red hair billowed in the strong wind. Even though he was in the control room and couldn't see what was happening on the scene, Natsukawa Torato could imagine that the mage he admired must be wearing an excited smile on his face right now.

Under the incredulous, repeatedly miraculous gazes of Mashu and the others—

"—【Order (five), here it collapses (timeless words)】—"

Aozaki Aoko unleashed her full power with her left fist, brimming with magical energy, at the massive array of magical seals that had accumulated to a distance of nearly ten meters in front of her!

In that instant, everyone's eyes saw the same thing.

The legendary evil dragon Fafnir, along with the sky behind it, was pierced through by an incredibly dazzling beam of light!

52. Professor Rafe, a professional traitor.

What is Aozaki Aoko's current maximum firepower level?

Even Natsukawa Tora didn't know this. On one hand, it was unnecessary, and on the other hand, it was inconvenient to show it. After all, that was Aozaki Aoko, who was known as the human rocket launcher. She was called that when she was in her twenties, and now that she was nearly fifty, she couldn't possibly have not grown at all.

If she were to unleash her full power, the Clock Tower would come knocking on her door that very day, not just the next day, and a series of troubles would ensue.

But things are different in the singularity. In this past era, Aozaki Aoko doesn't need to care about anything. She can use even the most powerful magic cannon directly.

therefore--

"BOOM——————————!!"

Looking at the magical energy emanating from the Heavenly Cannon that pierced through the evil dragon and the sky, seemingly heading straight into outer space, Xia Chuanhu, sitting in the control room, couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"She really hasn't changed at all, and she's even more unreasonable than before, Aoko."

"If I were to play seriously with you now, I probably wouldn't be able to win easily."

(Is it just that you can't win easily?)

Hearing Xia Chuanhu's words, the other staff members in the control room all showed a somewhat helpless expression. They had become somewhat numb to their operations director's various remarks, especially the abilities he had demonstrated after the Human Order Burning began.

However, it is said that birds of a feather flock together, and Aozaki Aoko, who can be with someone as extraordinary as Natsukawa Tora, really is similar to what he is good at.

.......

Jeanne Alter could not believe what she was seeing.

The legendary evil dragon, Fafnir, whom Siegfried himself barely managed to defeat through a series of lucky breaks and coincidences, was now completely annihilated by that sorcerer in a single blow?!

That's the pinnacle of fantasy species! Not some mass-produced grunt like wyverns! And given the dragon species' resistance to magic, shouldn't a simple magic like a magic cannon be so powerful that it can't even penetrate its scales?

It wouldn't even leave a scratch, would it?

However, seeing Fafnir completely vanish in that magic cannon, Jeanne Alter had to accept the fact that the mage named Aozaki Aoko had indeed destroyed Fafnir in a single blow.

"Whoo~~~~~~"

Letting out a long breath, and under the astonished gazes of Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others, Aozaki Aoko turned around and flashed a big peace sign at them: "OK! Done!"

"Okay...okay...okay..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka stammered, her mouth agape for a long time without managing to utter a single word: "Wow, that's amazing!" Although she had seen her share of grand scenes before, including the battle between Natsukawa Tora and King Solomon in Fuyuki City, she had witnessed a bit of it before leaving. But compared to that time, the impact of Aozaki Aoko on her was far greater!

That single strike pierced right through the sky! The visual impact was absolutely phenomenal!

"This is... a magician... she's absolutely amazing, Miss Aoko!"

Mashu also exclaimed with excitement.

Magicians cannot defeat Servants. Faced with Servants or even fantasy species whose mystery far surpasses that of modern magicians, modern magicians are always powerless—this is an unspoken rule that Roman and Olga Marie have always told her.

But now, Aozaki Aoko has shattered this rule to pieces, or is that beam of light actually magic? Is the essence of the Fifth Magic simply extreme destruction?

Mashu couldn't bring herself to ask, because her overwhelming surprise made her completely forget about it.

Meanwhile, Hinako Akuta, who was leaning against one side with her arms crossed, twitched her eyebrows a few times. As an elf who had survived from the distant past to the present, she was not unfamiliar with magic. After all, long ago, there were more than five types of magic, and immortals could achieve similar effects through various celestial spells.

However, even compared to other forms of magic, the power displayed by Aozaki Aoko still surprised her.

This modern-day magician is far more powerful than she imagined.

As for Jeanne d'Arc... this village girl from the countryside was probably the most surprised of everyone. Unlike the others who had seen all kinds of grand scenes, she had just become a Servant. Her timeline was still shortly after her execution, so in terms of experience, she had only ever seen scenes of two armies clashing and cannons roaring. This strange phenomenon caused by Aozaki Aoko was truly a first for her.

The first impression is always the most breathtaking.

"It's not that amazing. If that guy who drinks cola in Chaldea came, he could probably do something even more outrageous." Aozaki Aoko said to Natsukawa Torata, leaning close to Fujimaru Ritsuka's wrist. "I heard from Ria that you once went to outer space and smashed a meteorite, right? Compared to that, mine is nothing."

"Huh?! The minister can smash a meteorite to pieces?!"

[It's not a real meteorite, you could smash it if you went up there—by the way, we can still observe the magical reactions of Jeanne Alter and the others, it's not over yet. But now that Fafnir has been dealt with, all that's left is to clean up the mess.]

The key reason for the formation of the singularity is the Holy Grail. Judging from the current situation, the Holy Grail is undoubtedly in Jeanne Alter's hands. Let's cleanly and efficiently retrieve it and bring it back.

"You really are talking without understanding the situation."

Aozaki Aoko stood up and looked in the direction where Jeanne d'Arc Alter and the other two were: "It's over. Jeanne d'Arc, Gilles de Rais, and Atalanta. How about you obediently hand over the Holy Grail? That way I'll make your exit cleaner and more efficient."

"How arrogant! Do you think you have victory in your grasp?"

Jeanne Alter's expression twisted, and at the same time, a golden light suddenly shone in her hand, and a golden Holy Grail appeared in her hand.

"The end? Don't be ridiculous. It's a long way from the end... No, it's you who should be the ones ending up. You think you've won by eliminating Fafnir? What a shallow idea. As long as we have this Holy Grail, no matter how many times Fafnir comes—"

Puff!

Jeanne Alter's words were suddenly interrupted by a piercing sound—behind her, Atalanta, and Gilles de Rais, three enormous tentacles had appeared out of nowhere and pierced directly through their hearts!

"What...this is..."

"The mage is right, it is indeed over, you hypocritical creation."

Just as everyone was surprised, a voice that was very familiar to the Chaldea side suddenly rang out.

Wearing his ever-present green coat, he quietly appeared in the center of the battlefield, looked at Aozaki Aoko and her group of five, and said with a slight smile, "For you, this must have been a long time coming."

"It's really disappointing that you're still alive, Mashu, Hinako Akuta, Ritsuka Fujimaru."

“Professor Rafe…”

53. Professor Rafe removed his makeup.

Professor Rafe.

For everyone except Natsukawa Tora, this was the first meeting since the control room explosion.

Even though she had heard about Rafe's betrayal from Natsukawa Tora, hearing about it and actually seeing it are two different things. The same was true for Mashu. In her impression, although Professor Rafe was a traditional magician, he would unexpectedly show a rather gentle side of humanity at times and took good care of her in various ways.

But now, looking at Professor Rafe who appeared in front of her, Mash felt the hairs on her body stand on end, and her body instinctively raised her shield and pointed it at him.

"Oh my, oh my, oh my, are you so wary of me, Mashu?"

Upon seeing this, Professor Rafe couldn't help but laugh, as if he had witnessed a scene that surprised him greatly.

Mashu stared at him with a serious expression: "Professor Rafe... no, I should say one of the Seventy-Two Demon Gods. Although you still look like Professor Rafe, I can sense the strong demonic aura emanating from you."

"..."

After a moment of silence, Professor Rafe sighed softly, then put on an expression full of disgust and loathing: "Ahhh~~~ Did Natsukawa tell you? It could only be him, after all, he has inexplicably known most of the situation for a long time, and he has known about our existence for a long time... He is really a disgusting man."

These are Floros's heartfelt words.

Although the Chaldea employees perceived their interactions as relatively harmonious in public, with occasional conflicts stemming primarily from differences in their philosophies, only the two of them knew that outside of public settings, they had never even exchanged a single word or met privately.

Chaldea is such a small place that normally everyone would have some interaction with each other. But it's quite amazing that Floros and Natsukawa Tora have never met outside the control room, not even by chance in the corridor.

I thought you were long dead, Floros.

Natsukawa Torato's voice rang out from Fujimaru Ritsuka's wristband.

[Judging from your situation, it's not a resurrection. Considering the characteristic that the seventy-two demon gods are a single entity, are you now directly creating a new terminal from your original body?]

“This terminal shouldn’t have even appeared in the first place,” Floros said with disgust. “The seven singularities have already taken shape, and humanity has been successfully burned away. The rest is just finishing touches. I’m no longer needed.”

"But...it's hateful, truly hateful, and it also annoys me. Destruction is already inevitable, so why does Chaldea still resist so stubbornly? Why are you remnants of the regime so irritating?"

As Floros continued speaking, the expression on his face became increasingly ferocious and distorted.

Just then, behind Floros, Jeanne d'Arc Alter, who should have been unable to fight after having her chest and soul core pierced, suddenly swung the flag in her hand and smashed it down on Floros's head with all her might!

"Puff puff!"

However, just before the flag fell, Jeanne Alter's body was once again pierced by tentacles!

Fresh blood spurted out immediately.

Pushing aside the flag that hung limply above his head, Floros turned to look at the three who had been pierced through: "I almost forgot about you. Despite being given the Holy Grail, you couldn't even do something as simple as destroying this place. As expected, a fake is a fake. Servants are of no use whatsoever."

"If I had known this would happen, I would have preferred to take action myself."

As soon as Floros finished speaking, the Holy Grail in Jeanne d'Arc Alter's hand was transferred directly to his hand. This was not a simple transfer of position, but a transfer of ownership.

"Ugh—!"

The moment she lost the Holy Grail, Jeanne Alter's face turned deathly pale, and her entire body rapidly transformed into something ethereal!

"Oh, oh, oh! Saint! Joan of Arc!"

Upon seeing this, Gilles de Rais cried out in grief.

"Please pull yourself together, Joan of Arc! Please don't disappear from my sight again—"

"Pfft—!"

Another pillar of flesh emerged from the ground, smashing down straight down on Gilles de Rais's head like a watermelon being shattered! The sheer weight almost instantly flattened him beneath it!

“Jill!”

Jeanne Alter instinctively cried out in alarm, her face contorted with rage. Even though she tried to remain calm and indifferent, the changes in her eyes and expression clearly revealed her current mood.

Anger, hatred.