To become a king and a magician

"So, what can you do if I move?"

"—!"

Seeing Natsukawa Tora's face so close to hers, Lydel immediately tried to use magic, but before she could, Sajou Aika grabbed her wrist, cutting off her magic circuits and pinning her against the wall.

"You and that vixen seem to have a good relationship?" Aika Sajou asked with a smile. "Well then, let's consider it part of the revenge. It would be best if it could cause him some trouble."

"What are you going to do—uh!"

Before Lydia could finish speaking, Sajou Aika had already manipulated Natsukawa Torato's body to block her mouth—mouth to mouth.

It wasn't a deep kiss; it was just a brief touch of lips.

Looking up, Ayaka Sajou smiled. "That should be enough—no, your words might not be enough. To truly inflict a severe blow on his spirit, I really need to..."

As her gaze shifted to Grey, Aika Sajou was about to reach out when her other hand suddenly grabbed her!

(It's about time you gave me back my body, Ayaka Sajou!)

"You vixen, is this how you treat your savior?"

(Thank you for that, but that's no excuse for using my body recklessly. Your Demon Eyes are gradually recovering, so go back to sleep!)

"Damn it... Remember this, you vixen, I'll get you sooner or later..."

Before he could finish speaking, [Natsukawa Tiger] collapsed headfirst into Lydel's chest. Before Lydel could even scream, Natsukawa Tiger suddenly raised his head with his eyes closed, then turned around: "Mystic Eye Kill! Where's my Mystic Eye Kill? Miss. Archerlot, I'm sorry for what I did to you, but before you settle accounts with me, could you please help me find my Mystic Eye Kill? It's very important to me!"

"......"

Seeing the situation take such a dramatic turn for the worse, Lydia remained silent for a long while before letting out a helpless sigh: "Sigh... What is all this? Xia Chuan, you'd better explain the whole story to me in a bit!"

"I will."

67. I can never forget it.

After finding the Mystic Eyes Killer among a pile of tables and chairs and putting it back on, and confirming that his Mystic Eyes had been restored and suppressed, Natsukawa Tora breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Lydel and Gray: "Sorry, I had a little problem just now, but I'm fine now."

"So, it means it can be explained?"

"Lidel said coldly."

“Tell me the whole truth: your strange behavior just now, the magician who suddenly attacked you, and your magic eye. I really didn’t expect you to have so many secrets.”

"Because there's no need to tell anyone else," Natsukawa Tora said with a wry smile. "Besides, all these things that happened to me are only related to myself. I basically caused them myself, so I can bear the consequences alone."

"But now that your secret has dragged us into this, do you think I'd just sit idly by? Or do you want me to apply for a sealing designation for you as soon as I get back?"

If you don't tell me, I'll apply for a seal designation for you—that's what Lydia means.

"You could say I'm practically your savior..."

With a wry smile, Natsukawa Tora pulled up a chair and sat down: "The incident started a year ago with a local magic ritual in Japan called the Holy Grail War. You should have heard of Miss Acherlot, right? I've mentioned it to you a few times, Gray."

"I've heard that seven magicians summoned seven Servants to fight each other in order to seize the Holy Grail, the wish-granting machine that can grant any wish."

“I was a participant in the Holy Grail War. A year ago, for various reasons, I summoned Saber's Servant, participated in the war, and survived. In a way, that was the reason I came to the Clock Tower, because I met Kenneth-sensei because of the Holy Grail War.”

"So, that change in you just now, which seemed like a split personality, was because of the Holy Grail War?"

Natsukawa Tora nodded: "During the Holy Grail War, I encountered a very special magician. Even if her body was destroyed, as long as her soul remained, she would be resurrected countless times. In order to defeat her, I became a living seal."

Pointing to his eyes, Natsukawa Tora continued.

"The Eyes of Corrosion can corrupt any spirit, forcibly turning it into an evil spirit, including but not limited to ghosts, souls, and Servants. Moreover, I can absorb the corrupted objects and convert them into magic power."

At this point, Lydia understood: "You absorbed that magician's soul, but the Holy Grail War happened a year ago. A year has passed... haven't you converted it into your magic power yet?"

"I would like to if I could, but her soul is just too enormous. Let alone transforming it, sealing it like this is already the limit. Thanks to this, my Demon Eye must be kept active at all times, otherwise my consciousness will be instantly replaced by her, just like just now."

After saying that, looking at the two people who both showed surprise and worry, Natsukawa Tora couldn't help but chuckle: "Why are you making those faces? Are you worried about me?"

“No, I’m just a little surprised by your spirit and will, and your inhuman level of power,” Lydel said. “According to you, you have to activate your Mystic Eyes 24 hours a day, which means you’re constantly using magic… It’s amazing that you can keep it up. Even a first-rate magician would be exhausted if you used it continuously for several tens of minutes.”

"It's actually not so bad once you get used to it."

Seeing Natsukawa Torama's relaxed expression, which was the opposite of Lydia's, Gray pursed her lips and couldn't help but ask, "Brother, are you... are you really okay? After having your body taken away like that... won't there be any hidden dangers?"

Natsukawa Torama didn't say everything—Grey had a feeling that way. Grey and Lydia had both witnessed the power Natsukawa Torama displayed after being replaced; it was power far beyond that of a magician, and even a Grand-rank magician probably couldn't compare to him.

Has Natsukawa Tora really been completely unaffected by the fact that such a terrifying being has been sealed away for so long?

Grey didn't believe it.

"Of course I'm fine," Xia Chuanhu laughed. "Nothing has happened in the past year. The only exception was just now, when I couldn't use magic, which caused the Mystic Eye to stop, allowing her to escape for a while. Other than that, there have been no problems."

This is indeed not a problem. Sealing a Beast for a year only allowed her to escape for less than a minute, and that was due to an accident caused by external factors. This already shows how effective Natsukawa Torama's Demon Eye Seal is.

and so.

"Don't worry about me, I really have no problems. If it's really serious, I can have Mary give me a full check-up later."

"Brother... in that case..."

Even though she still felt a little uneasy, since Natsukawa Tora himself had said so, Grey had no choice but to give up.

And just then...

"Then let's settle the next score, Natsukawa."

Suddenly, she leaned close to Natsukawa Tora, touched his lips with her finger, and glared at him with a mixture of embarrassment and anger: "How dare you forcibly take my lips? Have you thought about how you're going to make amends for this?"

"No—this can't be blamed on me!" Natsukawa Tora quickly turned his head away, blushing. "I couldn't control my body at all back then. It was all that guy's doing. If you want to settle accounts, go find her!"

"But you forced a kiss on me, didn't you?"

"Rounding is correct."

"That's fine then," Lydia laughed. "Given the current situation, it's impossible to settle accounts with the thing inside you, so I can only settle accounts with you. Any objections?"

"I really want to say I have a lot of opinions, and in a sense I'm also a victim," Natsukawa Tora said with a bitter face.

Lydia sighed as she sat back down in her seat. "Of course I know that. But then again, why did the person who took over your body forcefully kiss me? It was so inexplicable."

"I think it's probably to disgust me. She's deliberately trying to ruin my relationships. She'd be very happy if she could make me anxious and embarrassed."

"What's this? Is that guy a child?"

That's not entirely wrong. Although it's said to be connected to the root, Ayaka Sajou's mental age is actually only fourteen years old; she is indeed a child.

In the end, she did achieve her goal; at least now, Xia Chuanhu is in a difficult situation.

"Um, about making amends. Miss Acherlot, how about I consider it a favor I owe you?" Natsukawa Torato suggested. "As you can see, I'm just a half-baked magician, I have nothing of value, so even if I were to make amends, I couldn't afford it, therefore—"

"So you mean using favors to pay off debts?" Lydia couldn't help but laugh. "Yes, that's certainly a good suggestion."

"Then..."

"But I refused."

? ?

The sudden appearance of this famous scene made Xia Chuanhu's eyebrows twitch violently.

With her arms crossed over her chest, Lydia sighed softly: "Although being forcibly kissed made me very unhappy, after figuring out what happened, even if I acted unreasonably and took it out on you, it wouldn't make a difference... Besides, it was just a kiss, and dwelling on it would only make me seem petty."

"Treat me to a meal when you get back, that will be fine."

That's what she said, but Lydia's expression and eyes didn't seem like she had let it go at all—that was her first kiss.

Although she didn't know what the future held, at the very least, Lydia felt that from now on, she would keep Natsukawa Tora in her mind.

The kind of feeling I can never forget.

68. Afterwards

Several days later.

Paris.

Aleister's research room.

Morgan flipped through the magic book on the table, turning to the last page and reading it all the way to the end. He closed the book, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Summoning magic, using those fairies as the core, combining them with a catalyst to summon mutants... It's quite an interesting magic system indeed."

"I only came here because of the news that there was a dragon, but I didn't expect to have these unexpected gains. So it was a worthwhile trip."

About a week ago, Morgan saw a news report on TV about dragons appearing in Paris. Curious as to why a species of dragon that had long since migrated to the inner part of the world would appear in the real world, Morgan immediately bought a plane ticket and flew over.

However, by the time she arrived, the matter of the dragon seed had already been suppressed by the church and the magic association. She finally managed to find this place after some investigation.

"Aleister Crowley...a rather famous maverick magician from decades ago. The fact that he could develop such summoning magic shows that he was indeed quite talented. If he had been given a few hundred more years, he could have perfected it into a relatively independent magic system on his own."

"Pity."

Despite saying that, Morgan still smiled and carefully put away everything in the lab—especially the precious magic catalysts—one by one.

With Aleister's whereabouts unknown, the contents of this research lab will soon be looted by the Magic Association. Rather than letting these treasures be wasted by those incompetent modern magicians, it's better for Morgan to put them to good use himself.

Looting is definitely a first-come, first-served affair.

(With this quantity, if you use it sparingly, you won't have to worry about magic materials for a year, hehe.)

"call--"

Just as Morgan was happily looting his spoils, a gentle breeze filled with the fragrance of flowers suddenly blew into the room through the open window.

Morgan paused for a moment, then looked towards the window with a hint of helplessness: "Why are you here too?"

"If they don't come soon, won't you take all the good stuff?"

"Jumping into the house through the window," Mary said with a smile.

"Trying to take everything from here without doing anything is not a good habit, Morgan."

"Whoa?"

Morgan raised an eyebrow: "So, you also want to get something for nothing?"

"No, no, no, how could I do such a shameless thing? Only a witch with a belly full of evil schemes would do that. I am a flower magician loved by everyone and admired by all flowers."

Upon hearing these words, Morgan's smile froze—this woman was subtly insulting her!

"Then what are you doing here?"

"His Majesty the King has forgotten to count the spoils of war. As his wise and capable wife, I should naturally take the initiative to help."