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

The only thing she couldn't figure out now was how such a huge curse was placed on the familiar.

You have to know that the carrying capacity of a familiar has an upper limit. A lethal curse itself has "weight" and cannot be tolerated by a mere familiar.

Before the curse can take effect, the familiar itself will die.

Of course, there are exceptions, such as Yuzu's Fairy Tale Familiar series, but existences of this level are too rare, and Aoko would not consider them at all.

It's like feeling like you're about to be struck by lightning.

But Qingzi will soon realize that it would be better for her to be struck by lightning.

"Gulu."

A strange, sticky sound was heard, and the broken limbs began to reunite and stick together into a new shape.

"How can it be?!"

Qingzi, who was lying on the ground, was shocked to find that the familiar that was torn apart by the curse not far away was actually slowly repairing itself.

No, it’s more of a backtracking than a restoration!

Suddenly, the night talk with Youzhu a few days ago came to mind: "Qingzi, don't go out at night recently. There are vampires wandering outside."

"Could it be that this familiar is a transformed vampire?"

Aoko couldn't believe it. How could anyone possibly transform a vampire into a familiar? Is that really possible?!

If it were a vampire, this level of curse would be understandable. They were already a collection of curses, so adding a little more wouldn't be a problem.

"Ah, now I'm convinced." Qingzi turned over on the ground, lying on his back, looking at the blurry moonlight with his blurry eyes.

"With such strength, it's not unfair for me to lose."

As she muttered this, Qingzi's mind became increasingly blank. In this desperate situation of life and death, she seemed to hear a voice that sounded very similar to her own.

"No need?"

She leaned over and whispered into his ear, her words sounding like the whispers of a lover.

"Don't you need the [magic] your grandfather passed down to you? If you use it, you can turn defeat into victory, right?"

Yes, Qingzi fell silent. She didn't know why she didn't use it. There was no limit and no cost to using magic.

But why is it that even at the point of life and death, she still has no desire to use magic?

Did I subconsciously feel that using magic would bring consequences more unacceptable than death?

Aoko didn't understand. She felt that her hand had touched the edge of magic, and the touch was like seaweed under the water: wet and soft.

But until the end, deep in her heart, she was preventing herself from pulling out the "seaweed", which made Qingzi feel helpless and relieved.

"Well, that's fine, forget it." Her consciousness returned to reality, and she saw the enemy, who had mostly recovered, walking towards her.

"It's death anyway. As a magus, this is the inevitable outcome. It doesn't matter if I don't use magic, but once I do, I feel like I'm no longer who I was before. It's like death."

At this last moment, Qingzi relaxed his body with relief and watched the enemy open its sharp claws.

"Shh!"

"!!!"

In the following days, people around were discussing the shrill screams coming from the White Dog Tomb that day. It was as if someone was being cut into pieces by a thousand knives.

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The next day, Aiwen walked the long way to school as usual, but today he arrived even faster than usual.

Of course, this was not because he was looking forward to yesterday's appointment, but should be attributed to the hardworking puppet.

The puppets worked day and night, and finally made the path down the mountain much smoother. At least there were no more pebbles of different sizes that made noises when being chewed.

As a result, their palms have been worn down quite a bit.

But in addition to arriving at school a little early, Aiwen was holding a simple wooden box in his hand.

The appearance of the wooden box is the simplest style, as long as the forearm and as wide as the palm, with no decoration on the outside. It is an inconspicuous box that no one would pick up if it was placed on the ground.

It was so ordinary that no students were curious about it, and Aiwen spent the class time similar to the previous few days.

When the lunch bell rang, he didn't waste a moment, picked up the wooden box and left the classroom.

"As for Aozaki, she must be in the student council."

With this thought in mind, Aiwen took the initiative to come to the door of the Formal Student Union and knocked on the door.

A moment later, the person who opened the door was a girl in the same grade whom Aiwen had met a few times but did not have a deep impression of.

"Who is it... Yeah! It's Oselheide-san."

The girl originally looked aloof, not because of her personality, but because of excessive fatigue.

But the moment she saw Aiwen, she seemed to shudder, and her tone suddenly became complicated.

"Hello, Kumari-san, is Aozaki here?"

Aiwen didn't pay attention to her complicated look and stated his purpose directly.

"Hey, Qingzi, she's taken a day off today."

As a member of the student union, Jiuwanli Jinlu got the news quickly.

"It was Tsukiji who told me. Aoko has a good relationship with him. She would tell him any news she had, and then Tsukiji would arrange it for us one by one. He was the one who notified us this time as well."

"Thank you for letting me know."

After receiving the news, Aiwen stopped chatting and simply turned around and headed to another student union, or shelter.

At the same time, a certain premonition began to linger in Aiwen's heart. He felt that something might have happened to Aozaki Aoko. There was no reason, just a feeling that came out of nowhere.

This premonition was confirmed after hearing Tsukiji Tobimaru's words.

"You mean Aozaki? It seems she fell on her way home and rolled down the hillside, and she got hurt."

The vice president, with a sympathetic look on his face, told Aiwen what he had heard without hiding anything.

"I can't believe someone like her would make a mistake like that. Sojuro and I are planning to go check on her later. Do you want to come?"

"It's just an excuse."

Aiwen didn't listen to what was said afterwards. He only sighed in his heart as his premonition came true.

"Aozaki, something has happened."

Chapter 30: Saving Soldier Qingzi

There is nothing to say about what happened after that.

Listening to Tobimaru and Sojuuro's concerns about Aozaki Aoko, listening to the teacher explain the not-so-profound text after lunch break, and rejecting confessions from boys and girls on a daily basis.

The only interesting thing was that Mr. Yamashiro suddenly interrupted the class with something that had nothing to do with the class.

"Classmates, if anyone becomes a leader in the future, please remember not to become a greedy and self-serving figure. At the very least, be responsible for your position."

In an instant, all the students pricked up their ears and listened attentively ten times more than in class.

You know, Mr. Yamashiro has always been gentle and submissive, so it is rare for him to complain on his own initiative.

"As you know, it seems someone has vandalized the rooftop of the teaching building. Not only are a lot of tiles broken, but even the wire mesh is in disarray."

"It's more than just a mess. I have no idea where the extra barbed wire came from. The rooftop is now a steel jungle."

"As a result, the directors were reluctant to pay for professional cleaning and decided to just lock the rooftop door and leave it like that. Is that reasonable?"

At this point, Teacher Shancheng sighed and said things like "That's my favorite dining environment", "It affects the appearance of the school", "The approved repair funds have disappeared without a trace", etc. The students were very satisfied to hear it.

The atmosphere was very joyful for a while.

Because of this complaint, the school rooftop became the "Eighth Most Amazing Event of Misaki-cho Private High School" and became the students' favorite playground.

Even in the following years, it became a distinctive landmark for enrollment promotion, with a rather absurd aesthetic.

But Aiwen was the only student who showed no interest in this.

He just sat there silently, stroking the wooden box placed on the desk. Inside was the concept gift dress that he promised to bring to Aozaki Aoko to see.

It was a special case passed down to him by his master, the only one of its kind in the world. Its power and rarity are both top-notch among the top, and it is a powerful ceremonial outfit of the same level as the Church's "Stomach World Canon" and the Magic Marshal's "Gem Sword".

The treasure that is the pinnacle of mystery is placed in this small box. If other magicians see it, it will probably be a little bit disturbing.

But neither Aiwen nor the Cloaked Man cared about this. Even this conceptual costume was just a fabricated weapon for them.

Aiwen still remembers the words his teacher left him.

"This is my formal attire, and it doesn't suit you. One day, Aiwen will create his own customary formal attire, and then he will be considered a master."

With this in mind, Aiwen valued the relic rather than its power.

The teacher who had taught him since he regained consciousness; the teacher who now peacefully slept and would never wake again; the teacher who loved to demonstrate with formal attire when teaching him...

Whenever I touch the relics, the relaxed times of the past will be briefly revived, and even the pain of death that has always been in my body can be forgotten.

Now he can become a normal person and treat the world with a normal perspective, thanks to the education and companionship of the cloaked man.

"Jiji!" "Dou Dou!"

Just as Ai Wen was recalling the past, a strange sound came to his ears.

It was the crisp echo of the windows being hit.

Looking back, I saw a familiar blue robin pecking at the window anxiously.

When the bird saw Aiwen looking back, it pecked even more eagerly, and kept spreading and folding its wings, as if it had something to say.

He knew this blue bird, it seemed to be called Robin. When she and Youzhu were on patrol together, there was always the noisy sound of Robin around her.

The window was opened with a whoosh, and Aiwen stretched out his hand. The robin quickly jumped onto the back of his hand and stood still.

"It's terrible, it's terrible!" As soon as he came in, Robin the robin immediately started to make a loud noise: "Sir, Qingzi is about to die!"

"..."

Aiwen's expression turned even colder. He poked Robin's little mouth and asked, "Do you need my help?"

"Aren't you going to ask me what happened?" Robin fluttered his legs in confusion.

"Let's talk about that on the way. Now answer my question."

"Ah, yes!" Robin stood up straight with his chest out. Facing Aiwen's gaze, he didn't dare to act naughty as usual.

"My Angel asked me to come. They are having trouble treating Qingzi's injuries, so My Angel wants to call you along to see if there is any solution."

"I understand. Let's talk about it on the way."

Aiwen's hands kept moving, and he had already packed up by the time he answered the robin.

He stood up naturally, said to Mr. Yamashiro, "I have something urgent to do," and then calmly walked out of the classroom in full view of the whole class.

The whole process took less than a minute, without any delay.

Even Teacher Shancheng didn't have time to extend his hand to persuade him to stay: "Ah, Ewendong, the teacher hasn't agreed yet. At least sign the leave application."

It was useless, Aiwen didn't stop even for a second, which made Shancheng smile awkwardly and laugh at himself.

"Alas, there's nothing I can do. I, the teacher, really don't have much authority. But I think Ewendong has something urgent to do. I'll just let him take a leave this time."

The students in the audience were also eagerly discussing what had just happened, but their attention was more focused on the sudden appearance of the blue bird.

Among them, Mu Nomi even shouted out her own speculation: "I think it must have been a carrier pigeon. There is no other possibility!"

His words were unanimously praised and everyone was curious about the bird.

Now, in the eyes of his classmates, Aiwen's image was elevated, and the rumors about his family background became bizarre again.

……

……

On the way, Elwen and the robin asked and answered questions, and soon they had a general understanding of what happened yesterday.

"There's a curse coursing through every vein in your body, and vampire toxins are also corroding your body? It's indeed a difficult problem."

Aiwen kept talking about Qingzi's injuries and understood why Youzhu even called him to help. This was a desperate measure.