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

On the school rooftop, two people leaned against the railing and conducted post-war negotiations.

"I didn't intend to kill you, not from the beginning."

When asked, Aiwen answered directly without hesitation.

This frankness actually stung Qingzi's conscience, which was almost dark, and made her reflect a little.

Even though he had already taken action, he was still so magnanimous. Isn't this person too broad-minded?

"Wow, aren't you too direct? Are you usually like this? It would be better to be more tactful with some of your words. Be careful not to let others misunderstand that you have a crush on her."

Tilting her head to glance at Aiwen's face, she felt that this was self-evident.

"I know, but that's their problem." Aiwen took out another can of milk under Qingzi's speechless gaze and drank it while saying, "If you expect something that has not been stated, you will have to bear the consequences yourself."

"Well~~ I feel sorry for those guys in the future. Falling in love with you will bring misfortune."

Aozaki Aoko made her conclusion seriously, word by word, as if she was making a prophecy.

"But, forget it. It has nothing to do with me anyway." Qingzi stretched lazily, got up from the railing, and paced around the remains of their battle.

At this time, the rooftop was in a mess due to the previous battle. The broken tiles were a minor problem, but the iron wires filling the entire ground were really a headache.

Qingzi casually glanced at the ruins in front of her: "When the teacher comes over tomorrow and sees the state of the rooftop, I'm afraid he will faint."

"Aren't you going to clean it up?"

Hearing Aiwen's question, Qingzi showed a nonchalant attitude: "Huh? Why should I do such a difficult thing? It won't affect anyone anyway, so just leave it like this and let the school deal with it."

"The school's top brass are all evil rich people. Why don't they just bleed a little to make me happy? That's what they're useful for."

Hearing this, Aiwen just nodded. It was unclear whether he was expressing his agreement or confirming that the woman next to him was a shameless despicable person.

"Besides, why me? Aren't you going to clean up?"

"The winner takes everything, including commanding the loser to clean up the stage after the battle."

Faced with Qingzi's questioning, Aiwen shut her up with just one sentence, but Qingzi's pride prevented her from refutating it.

"ok, ok, I got it."

So in order to prevent Aiwen from continuing to focus on the loser's mission, Qingzi quickly started a new topic.

At the same time, this is also something Qingzi herself wants to understand clearly.

"By the way, I have some questions for you."

Hearing the question, Aiwen raised his head slightly, meaning Qingzi to speak quickly.

"Why did you come to Misaki Town?" Aoko put one hand on her waist and stood face to face with Aiwen. "From your behavior, it doesn't seem like you're here to seize the spiritual land."

"But apart from the sacred places, Misaki Town is quite remote and desolate. Magicians wouldn't like it here."

"I don't know," Aiwen answered simply.

The answer was so straightforward, yet it sounded so absurd to Qingzi that she almost doubted her own ears.

"Don't try to fool me. There's no point in telling a lie that's so obvious the moment you hear it... No, you shouldn't bother lying."

The angry rebuke had just begun when the situation quickly changed. After the battle just now, Aiwen was still credible in Qingzi's heart.

"So, did you fall from the sky? Or were you abducted?"

Facing Qingzi's puzzled look, Aiwen drank the last sip of milk slowly and said: "I didn't fall down, I walked out."

"After walking through the long darkness, I arrived at the mountains near Misaki Town."

"Darkness?" The words sounded incomprehensible to ordinary people, but Aoko seemed to have grasped something: "Hey, before coming to Misaki Town, which city were you staying in?"

"Is it called Kiev? I think."

“Isn’t that Europe?!”

Qingzi jumped up excitedly and looked at Aiwen in disbelief: "Do you know how far the distance between Europe and Japan is? It's almost half the world away."

"Of course I know." Aiwen could understand Qingzi's fuss, but to be honest, he didn't feel anything.

"Tell me in detail." Qingzi came closer. She had a feeling that she would hear big news.

"There's nothing much to say." Aiwen didn't refuse. He supported his chin with his right hand and slowly recalled the short time in the past.

……

"That's how it was. I spent a short year with my master. After he passed away, I left the house built in the dark space and walked in a random direction. When I saw the sun again, I was near Misaki Town."

Aiwen finished telling most of his past, only hiding some key things, and Qingzi was already fascinated by listening beside him.

"You can actually survive in another dimension. Your master, Aiwen, might be an incredible magus, perhaps even a relic on the level of the Age of Gods Alliance."

Her heart was pounding with excitement, and Aozaki Aoko looked at Aiwen with a different look, like a dragon seeing a gold mine.

"As for you, that person must have passed on the magic seal to you. Maybe there are also great secrets or something like that, and maybe even concept costumes!"

"Everything you said is true." Aiwen confirmed Qingzi's guess. He didn't think that exposing these things would pose any threat to himself.

"But I can't activate the engraving yet. The concept costume is at home. If you want to see it, I can bring it over tomorrow."

Hearing this, Qingzi almost jumped up: "Really?! That's a concept costume, crystallized mystery, I can actually see it..."

Aoko felt that she was almost unable to control her joy, but at the same time, she also felt sad for herself.

"My grandfather was a magician, so he must have been more powerful than Evindong's teacher. Yet, all he left me with was a magic seal. Even magic had to be learned from Yuju."

Thinking of this, she sighed sadly and aggrievedly: "Really, my biological grandfather is not as generous as other people's adoptive fathers. Is there something wrong?"

For a moment, Qingzi felt a little discouraged.

People are not afraid of getting less, but they are afraid of comparison. Although Qingzi also knows that what she has obtained is the most precious, because there is nothing more precious than magic.

"Well, thank you for your story, Mr. Ewendong. I'm very happy that you can be honest with me."

Standing up straight and combing her messy long hair, Qingzi patted Aiwen's shoulder with a smile on her face.

"See you tomorrow. Remember to bring your concept costume. I really want to see it."

"Aiwen, that's all you need to call me."

"Ugh?"

Qingzi paused and was about to turn around and leave, stunned by these words for a moment, but she quickly reacted and a rare relaxed smile appeared on her face.

"I've got it. We'll still be on this rooftop tomorrow. Don't be late like today, Aiwen."

"Ah."

Aiwen nodded, stood up and walked in different directions with her. The two people's paths back did not intersect, and the same was true of their experiences.

Chapter 27 Something happened

A city is a higher form of a village, a social system where a large population gathers and operates through detailed division of labor and cooperation.

Humans exchange their uniqueness and independence for a common-sense life in their comfort zone, at the cost of becoming a cog in the social system.

As a result, they forgot the cruel and indifferent nature of the laws of nature and became dull in their vigilant premonition of crisis.

The news that a murderer was roaming around Misaki Town was no longer news. Rumors spread throughout this small town. People were whispering in the vegetable stalls and shopping malls, talking about the stranger who had lost his life.

But that's about it.

They just talked to themselves and pretended to be afraid, but in fact they forgot about it in the blink of an eye, did not make any preventive preparations, and maintained the same life trajectory as before.

They believed deep down that with so many people in the city, they would not be the ones to be killed.

Until death really comes knocking, screams of regret are the only traces they leave behind.

Vampires are hunting, driven by hunger and thirst, and even though they know that there are hunters waiting for them to show their tracks, they don't care.

For low-level vampires, losing blood is more terrifying than death. Tortured by thirst, they have completely lost their minds.

However, since he chose to leave his hiding place, he must have been able to foresee the final outcome.

"Shh."

The breeze passed by, like the intimate caress of a lover, and I felt a subtle itch and a cool, wet sensation on my neck.

Before the vampire's satisfied brain could react, the world before him began to spin, and he was stunned for a moment.

I couldn't move. I tried to move my limbs, but I couldn't feel anything. All I could see was darkness.

"what happened……"

Leaving behind the last murmur of his life, the head that fell to the ground and the headless body that swayed and fell gradually turned into ashes.

"The fourth one."

Retracting his hand that had cast the magic, Aiwen glanced at the living room that had turned into hell, with broken limbs scattered all over the floor, and helpless eyes staring blankly at the ceiling without any sound.

He silently withdrew his gaze without any emotional fluctuation. He had seen too many scenes like this in the past two days. The family that was chosen was just unlucky.

Unlucky enough to be chosen by a vampire, unlucky enough not to wait for the professionals to show up.

Aiwen did not mourn anything, but after he left, he silently quickened his hunting pace.

Tonight, patrols will be more intense.

About a quarter of an hour after Aiwen left, two men and women dressed in church clothes arrived at the house together.

It was Sister Suze Yuika and Father Bunbe Eiri.

As a member of the Holy Church, defeating vampires is their first mission that surpasses all other tasks and cannot be neglected in the slightest. Therefore, they have been patrolling the entire Misaki Town day and night for the past two days.

But with little success.

The mindless low-level vampires have been almost all killed by Ai Wenwen and Youzhu, and the rest are undead and night creatures who can disguise themselves as normal people.

They were terrified of Aiwen, who roamed the night hunting, and all huddled in hiding. Unless driven mad by hunger and thirst, they would remain dormant and not go out.

The two people from the Holy Church did not have Aiwen's special screening method. They only relied on luck to patrol, so naturally they would not gain anything.

No, there is still gain, although it has nothing to do with vampires.

"Sister Weijia, it seems we're a step too late again." Looking at the blood and body parts scattered across the ground, Father Yongli sighed in mock sorrow, "I'll pray for this family."

The nun had a sullen face and said nothing, but her sorrow was much more genuine than the priest's words.

"But who is responsible for this decisive move?" the priest muttered with interest.

"That doesn't seem like the work of Ms. Aozaki and Ms. Kuonji. Could it be that a new magician has arrived in Misaki Town? But what kind of freak magician would hunt down vampires? Judging by his efficiency, even the Church can't match him."

"The vampire's body is also missing. Was it taken away for experimentation? Or is he planning to transform himself into a Dead Apostle?"

All sorts of guesses flashed through her mind like flowing water, and Wen Bingyongli showed a cold smile of interest.

Sister Weijia ignored the priest's intention. Her face was solemn. She made the sign of the cross with one hand, then clenched it and pressed it against her chest.

“May the Almighty God look upon your souls, cleanse your sins, and restore you to His presence.”

After a short and earnest eulogy, Sister Weijia stood up, her compassion even stronger.

She slowly turned sideways, closed her eyes and looked towards the door, and whispered, "Miss Kuonji, could you please take care of this? This death will cause panic."

Following the direction the nun was looking, the dark witch was standing there silently, her slightly furrowed brows showing her discomfort with the scene.

"Still as sharp as ever, Sister."

After giving a nonchalant reply, Youzhu stepped forward and prepared to perform magic. Sister Weijia beside her didn't care about the offensive tone.

The relationship between the church and magicians is inherently hostile, so it's great that Youzhu is willing to help, and it doesn't matter if she's ridiculed a few times.

Youzhu reached into his pocket and took out a miniature pot, about the thickness of two fingers. The pot was engraved with gorgeous and complex patterns, making it look precious and elegant.

But it has a bad name.

"[Pot of Evil Desire], light the incense."

With the gentle friction of fingers, the small pot is lit and emits a light aromatherapy smoke, which is very pleasant.