Type-Moon, I'm a magician, is that true?

This is also the reason why most of the vampires found today are dead and ghoul-level vampires.

I'm afraid we'll have to wait for several more days before we have a chance to catch an intelligent vampire.

Although they said they were searching together, Youzhu could hardly help. She just followed behind Aiwen, observing his actions and occasionally helping to destroy the body.

On the surface, he seems to be thinking about nothing, but in fact, his mind is full of thoughts.

As time went on, when tonight's walk was about to end, Kuonji Yuzu suddenly asked a new question.

"You, why are you so serious about hunting down vampires?"

At the intersection where the two were about to part ways, the black-haired witch raised the questions she had come up with during tonight's cleanup.

Chapter 16: Puppet Attack

Aiwen stopped.

Turning around, he saw Jiuyuan Temple Youzhu looking at him intently.

She wanted to get an answer, as this answer would determine how she would treat this magician, who was no longer a stranger to her.

But what kind of answer did she want? The witch herself didn't know.

If Aiwen's answer was full of justice and humanity, she would stay away from him; if he was vague, she would never take the initiative to appear in front of him again.

What an awkward person, chirped the robin beside him.

If you want to maintain a relationship, keeping silent is the key. Don't ask questions without permission, expect answers that meet your expectations, and then be disappointed without permission.

What a condescending attitude. She expects others to get close to her but actively repels them. This contradictory mentality is the reason why my angel is alone and has no friends.

Blue Robin muttered to himself.

Youzhu ignored her ploy and waited for Aiwen's answer.

As a witch who rejects the cold reality and lives in a fairy tale, she feels a resonance in Aiwen.

It is a kind of companion psychology that is difficult to explain.

Just as detached from reality, just as dreamlike, just as... lonely and fragile.

So I want to understand, and so I am afraid to understand.

She wants to make friends actively, but is afraid that her familiar life trajectory will be disrupted. Her timid mentality makes Youzhu subconsciously throw the problems to the other party.

"I haven't really thought about the reason." Aiwen lowered his head and thought, as if he discovered for the first time that there needed to be a reason to hunt down the apostles.

But in just a moment, Aiwen came up with the answer and said it without hesitation.

“But maybe it’s because they’re so ugly.”

"Whether it's their appearance or their way of life, they're all too despicable. The only way I can describe them is as ugly. I hate ugly things, so I'm going to attack them."

"Are you serious?" Youzhu subconsciously thought that this was an excuse, but her doubts stopped after seeing Aiwen's calm face.

There was no excitement, no happiness, and no hatred on that beautiful face. It was just calm, without any ups and downs.

But it is this plainness that is the most real.

Yes, this is how biological systems should be. Favoring things you like and destroying things you hate is simply the instinct of life, the most basic answer.

"You really have no common sense, and your frankness is frightening."

"No, I understand common sense."

Youzhu covered her mouth lightly and sighed. The implication of her words made Aiwen immediately refute her, but he didn't seem to have any intention of refutation of the second half of the sentence.

And Youzhu's next words also interrupted him.

"But it feels acceptable, and we won't be hostile now, because I won't be something ugly, right?"

"Well, although Kuonji is a bit childish, he's very proud and maintains his dignity. He's a lovely person."

"What I said before was redundant." Youzhu frowned and stared at Aiwen with a sinister look, but she quickly recovered and even felt a little happy: "But this time I accept the compliment."

The moon sets in the west, and tonight's time together ends, just as the magic in fairy tales ends when the sun rises, leaving all the weirdness of the night as mere shadows in dreams.

But this is not a fairy tale. Even if the two say goodbye to each other, they will definitely meet again "accidentally" tomorrow night.

The robin fluttered, taking it all in.

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Aiwen was walking alone on the mountain road.

If I could get home safely, tonight would be a good ending, but sometimes it is not so easy to have everything go smoothly.

Someone hiding in the dark regarded Aiwen as an ally of the enemy, so on his way home on a dirt road far away from the city, Aiwen encountered a blockade.

"He's not a Dead Apostle. Could this exquisite technique be attributed to a craftsman-type magus?"

Aiwen looked at the puppets that surrounded him. There were more than ten of them, all of which were well-made and contained mysterious high-level types.

Some of them have been specially modified, with their arms replaced with giant swords, cursed artificial magic eyes on their eyes, and their four legs giving them extraordinary flexibility.

"Click, click. Target confirmed, signature comparison, nothing unusual. Systematic investigation of surroundings, nothing unusual. Conditions met for weapon unlocking."

The puppets made creepy inorganic sounds, the hidden meanings within them revealing a bloody aura of murder.

For ordinary magicians, this is a hopeless situation.

The special skins of these puppets can greatly reduce the damage of magic, and their flexibility surpasses that of a cheetah's body, allowing them to easily break through protective barriers. All that's left is for them to swing the blade in their hands easily and quickly, and the opponent's head and body will be separated.

After all, although a magician can, on his own, reproduce the results of technology that would require a team to produce, he is still a mortal.

It only takes one bullet, no, just one knife to kill him physically.

So the puppet tactics are excellent, and they praise the wisdom of their master for being able to come up with such beautiful tactics.

Lovely Wen's eyes were looking off into the distance, and her emerald-like pupils never paid attention to the puppets around her.

"But why aren't they afraid?" The puppets' thinking logic revealed a problem.

The behavior of this person before him was completely different from that of the magicians he had hunted before. He did not curse his opponent's shamelessness, nor was he shocked by the preciousness of the doll.

His calmness made the puppet feel uncomfortable.

"Intelligence transmission system activated, observation mode switched to the fifth overhead element, and observation mission commenced."

Following the mechanical sound of a puppet in a coat, all the puppets threw away their thoughts and rushed forward.

To eat, to destroy, to ravage.

They laughed "squeaking", born from the magician's hands, and finally they would devour the magician, how happy it was!

Look, we are too close now. Even if the magician wants to resist, he only has enough time to perform one stage of magic. It is harmless. The advantage in numbers is on my side!

The puppets grinned.

…………

And Azusa Kuonji, who took a different route from Aiwen, also did not escape.

There was only one difference: the figures surrounding her were not dolls whose appearance could be identified at a glance, but rather rotten human forms.

The muscles that have lost their skin are exposed, and they are inlaid with minerals to reinforce the structure. Pus is constantly dripping from the body, and when it falls on the ground, it poisons the land.

"..." Jiuyuan Temple Arizuma narrowed her eyes slightly and said nothing. But her gaze was sharper than a sword and colder than ice.

"You've really wasted my mood. I won't let you die easily."

With this, the witch began to sing, calling forth a thousand-year-old mystery. Wood and stone responded to this rage, rising from the depths of the earth and forming a giant stone statue.

"Crush them one by one with your fingertips, Thames, as slowly as possible."

The witch's voice was sweet, yet extremely cruel.

Chapter 17 Orange Magician

"Really? They're all destroyed, huh? That's just as I expected. These guys are good for dealing with rookies, but it's a pipe dream to think they can subdue a witch."

With a flick of her bare hands, she brushed off the ash from the lady's cigarette, and the woman in a slim-fitting coat exhaled a cloud of smoke.

Short orange-red hair and eyes, a face that is soft yet bold, and bulging breasts tightly wrapped in a green coat, showing off her slim figure.

She is a beautiful lady with great feminine charm.

The woman's name is Aozaki Touko, a talented magician who left her ancestral land a few years ago and wandered abroad. Now she has returned with her own purpose.

At this moment, she recalled the scene she had just seen and rubbed her forehead with a headache.

"But isn't that child Youzhu a little crooked?"

After putting on the glasses, her originally cold and neutral voice immediately became soft and full of the charm of a mature woman.

"He was so well-behaved when he was little, quietly reading fairy tales all day long. Now he looks so bloodthirsty, killing the dolls and then crushing them to dust. Isn't that a bit scary?"

Her tone seemed helpless, but there was a hint of fear in the depths of her eyes.

When Aozaki Touko sent out the puppets, she already knew that they would all be destroyed. There was no need to feel sorry about this. Being able to obtain the information was already a huge profit.

What troubled her now was the intelligence itself.

Even if the magic formulas mastered are similar, the threat posed by the magician will vary greatly depending on the personality of the magician.

The more ruthless party in the battle will have more advantages. If possible, the woman hopes that Jiuyuan Temple Youzhu will still be the same as before.

"This is troublesome. We have to consider the possibility of being ambushed or having our lives exchanged for each other's. And considering the even more bizarre poly..."

Throwing the empty cigarette butt onto the ground and crushing it with her high heels, the woman began to recalculate the distribution of combat power in her mind.

Magicians are not warriors. Those who can adapt to the situation in battle are considered rare talents. Most people will just throw out their most powerful spells at once.

Therefore, understanding intelligence in advance and arranging appropriate tactics is the combat method with the greatest chance of success.

"Don't be impatient. There's still room for adjustment. The chances of winning are still higher on our side."

Rubbing her temples, the woman looked up at the school building not far away. There was a trump card that she had accidentally obtained, as well as some special research items hidden inside.

"The good news is that the Bridge Giant is still made of stone. It seems that even if Yuzu has changed, his basic approach is still as naive as before. Using Beo will be enough to deal with it."

"I don't know what Qingzi's current level is. I need more information. I'll send a puppet over to test her current combat power later."

She arranged her cards in an orderly manner, and the sufficient combat power reserve made her feel a little relieved.

"It's OK, the current plan can still go on. Oh, it would be a headache if I had to make last-minute changes. After all, I've already lost everything~~"

Shaking her head and smoothing away the short hair that was blocking her vision, Aozaki Touko said with a smile.

The content of her words alone is very sympathetic.

After reviewing and revising her previous plan in her mind, Aozaki Touko relaxed a lot.

She lit another cigarette and started puffing away.

In the smoke, a beautiful face was looming. Her orange eyes, which were once as bright as the sun, now looked as cold and gloomy as a demon.

"In this case, there is only one last unknown, the woman who traveled with Youzhu..."

Orange didn't intend to let go of this guy who suddenly appeared.

Since he is related to Youzhu, he will most likely become a threat to himself, so he must be eliminated in advance.

Even if we fail to kill them in this attack, we can get information from the course of the battle and deploy more targeted weapons next time.

"If he's really an ordinary person...it doesn't matter, I'll kill him."

A murderous intent flashed through her mind, and the woman smoked without the slightest hesitation. She had already firmly engraved the magician's concept in her heart.

"She's very close to Yuju. Is she a friend? Or a mentor? Either way, it's a flaw."

"Then if we kill her, or even go one step further and make a puppet out of her remaining body, we'll definitely be able to strike Arizuma, and she'll be vulnerable if she loses her composure."

A cold conspiracy flows in her heart, and if evil deeds are poisonous wine, she will drink it without hesitation.