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

"And you, why didn't you stop Shizuki-san!?" Aoko pointed her finger at the silent Aiwen. In her opinion, compared to Sojuro, Aiwen was the one with more common sense.

"Why stop them? The goal was to leave the school building, but Jingxi chose this place to leave."

"what……"

Aozaki Aoko was speechless. It wasn't that she couldn't think of any words to refute, but this person's unusual way of thinking made her feel a sense of dislocation.

At this moment, the complaint that Teacher Yamashiro said with a wry smile when they met flashed through her mind.

A feeling of powerlessness came over me.

"I have to admit, there's definitely, definitely something wrong with these two people's heads!"

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It was late and work was over. Amidst the crowd of people, Aiwen was walking alone, and it seemed that no one around him could see him.

This was not the way back to his residence, but a bustling street where human prosperity and sin were mixed together.

In ancient times, the world at night itself symbolized terror and evil, and it was not a time for ordinary humans to act. However, the development of civilization dispelled the darkness, and under the illumination of lights, people could act with peace of mind at any time.

Only the vague remnants of mystery still remain, and after sunset, the magic will become more active.

The surging waves of mana enveloped Aiwen. As long as he wanted, the magic circuits in his body would start to work, converting the great source into magic power.

This is common sense for most magicians and one of the cornerstones of the deep-rooted kinship and aristocracy in the magic world today.

By combining individuals with excellent magic circuits, there is a high probability that more circuits will appear in the next generation. One of the functions of the circuit is to extract life force from the source and convert it into usable magic power.

[Mana] is a large source, [Odo] is a small source. When a general magician casts magic, it is not easy to hurt himself by using the large source transformation, but it is limited by the circuit itself.

Therefore, the more Magic Circuits there are, the higher the conversion efficiency. Although there are many other factors that influence this, generally speaking, having a large number of Magic Circuits is advantageous.

If evaluated from this perspective, Aiwendong Youbaiel Oselheide is absolutely failing and is simply disabled.

There is only one magic circuit in his body, and its quality is just average, and its speed of operation is not fast. It is as if when he was making the character, he found that this organ should be there, so he put one in casually.

From common sense, it is impossible for him to become a magician.

However, while a superior circuit can demonstrate a magus's strength, the reverse is not necessarily true.

Aiwen is an obvious exception.

“Moving, weaving, growing, touching.”

It was as if the door was locked, and certain senses deep in his mind were replaced. At this moment, Aiwen had switched to the side of the magic world.

The hints of words, the slight movements of his fingers, his unique talent seemed to materialize, and magic flowed in that single circuit, woven into threads by his will.

Thin lines invisible to ordinary people extend from the tips of the five fingers, taking root, sprouting, and branching out like saplings, finally forming a dense tree-like pattern.

Thousands of [Paths] born from one sank into the air, and the vast space they passed through was dominated, fluctuating according to the will of the ruler at the end point.

As if stuck in a spider web, as if pulled by a machine string, Dayuan was now as quiet as the small source in a magician's body, with Aiwen's spirit attached to it.

The magic attributes are [empty] and [nothing].

The attribute of [Void] is ether. Although it has no advantages when using various types of magic, it has solid and basic versatility.

The definition of the [Nothing] attribute is "although it is impossible, it will be materialized", which makes it easy for him to create conceptual costumes.

The characteristic of magic is touch, which allows him to connect things with magic at will and cover, manipulate and communicate with his mind.

However, this alone is not enough. Although there are not many magicians who can meet these requirements, there are always one or two.

What truly makes the technique take shape is the innate transcendence that accompanies his existence, which the teacher calls the "doubly great miracle."

The old man also said that in the world after AD, there was no mystery that he could not suppress.

Relying on his talent, he wove a spreading tree-shaped network, like transparent needles and threads, which was simply the embodiment of spiritual substance.

Everything captured by the tree-like veins is equivalent to being controlled by Aiwen. His consciousness is active in every scattered vein, whether it is an object or a life, a spell or a concept.

It is impossible for a normal person to do this. Not to mention the strength of mental power, simply spreading thoughts is quite dangerous. If you are not careful, you will not be able to control it, resulting in overflow and directly becoming a vegetable.

This is his own personal "secret method", called the "Branch of the Tree of Life".

And for Aiwen, this is far from the limit. When he exerts his full strength, his meridians can extend to a radius of 500 meters, and everything within the circle will become the object of the secret technique's control.

Without the need for conversion of magic circuits, the ether filled with the great source becomes the "nutrients" of the [Tree] and returns to him as the main body through the veins.

Simply put, it is like an auxiliary "device" growing outside the body.

But the veins he had extended so far were only about ten centimeters long, which was only enough for him to use magic within the range of two projects or one small section.

But magic is not a trick to show off, and his "branch" is not visible to ordinary people. Logically speaking, there is no need for Aiwen to use it now.

This is not in line with Aiwen's character.

Unless—he sensed a smell that was not “superficial”.

The lake-green eyes closed, and the white teeth like Qibei knocked against each other. With these two actions, the magic of the second project was quietly released.

This was a detection technique recorded in the magic book left to him by his teacher. It made very little noise and was almost unnoticeable to other magicians. The process and magic power required were also low. It was the most convenient technique recorded among all the spies.

But on the other hand, it also has many disadvantages.

First, it only lasts about five seconds or so, so timing needs to be judged.

Second, it is a magic trick performed by the earth, and cannot detect any object whose feet are not touching the ground.

Third, it will report all the presence of magic power exceeding a certain limit within a four-hundred-meter radius, and the lower limit is very low, most humans will be detected, so it is best used in places with sparse traffic.

Now that we are in a crowded shopping street, the third requirement should not be met.

But Aiwen didn't care. This was just child's play. He could instantly distinguish all the subtle differences reflected by the magic.

One, two, three; ten, a hundred, a thousand; a large amount of noise flooded into the mind, almost all of which were the reactions of ordinary people with meager magic power.

This is natural. Misaki-cho is very remote and is like the countryside to the magic world. The commercial street is still the center of the city, and no magician would wander around here out of spite.

This is true from a common sense perspective.

"Snapped!"

A discordant noise flashed among the numerous messages, and Aiwen captured it accurately.

The magic was chaotic and stagnant, sticky and turbid, and one could even smell the stench.

"Really?" The boy opened his slightly closed eyes. Although his face was calm, the disgust in his eyes was obvious.

It wasn't a disgust towards the enemy, but rather a disgust like seeing filth on a white floor.

"As for the direction, it's over there."

Aiwen turned his head and looked. About two hundred meters southwest of his sight, along the street, the "thing" he sensed was there.

He walked out of the crowd and headed towards the dark path.

In addition, although it has been mentioned before, it still needs to be emphasized.

Aiwen thinks that it is "reasonable" for a magician to kill people or use them as consumables. Bullying the weak and the law of the jungle exist both in nature and in human society.

He will not pursue moral punishment, nor does he care about the outcome of both parties. He has never taken the side of either side.

To him, the humans here are just another kind of creatures with similar faces, or aliens.

Although he had no memory, he still knew that he was not a native of this world.

In the fight between the beasts and the aliens, it doesn't matter who dies or who survives. I can't understand their emotions and I can't fit in.

If the magician is punished for the death of an ordinary person, should the tiger be punished for the death of an antelope? If the tiger is punished for the death of an antelope, should the antelope be punished for the death of plants?

Successfully killing prey or being killed by prey's counterattack is all part of the natural cycle. Everything done in the ecology makes sense.

Life and death are opposites, but will be connected again. Aiwen can always see it all.

But that is different.

The eyes that were usually as clear as the water in a rock pond had changed. The lake green light became deeper, as if leading to a bottomless valley.

That existence is like excrement on the canvas called the ecosystem, an extremely blasphemous sludge that is incompatible with the entire world.

"Must... kill."

The beautiful figure disappeared into the alley. Thanks to the magic trick that he had been maintaining to eliminate his presence after get off work, no one noticed this scene.

But in the sky, for some reason, a small flock of starlings flew over Aiwen, inspecting the alley ahead.

These birds will faithfully report everything back to their master, who is as beautiful and deadly as the night.

Chapter 4: Red is Flowing (k)

"Really? Thank you for your hard work."

The starling perched on the fingertip of her right hand chirped like a living creature, and the girl rubbed the bird's body with the tip of her index finger of her other hand.

"You did a great job this time, and you must work hard next time."

With a slight shake of his fingers, the starling took off into the air as if it had received an order, and flew quickly in the direction he had seen before.

If you change your perspective to overlook the entire city, you will find that at the same time, about dozens of brown starlings suddenly changed direction and flew towards the same place as this one.

The girl watched the bird fly away, her bare hands stroking her long skirt, her shoulder-length hair, darker than the night, fluttering slightly in the evening breeze.

She was a beautiful and elegant girl, with a petite figure and exquisite curves. Her delicate face was as moist as milk, a healthy milky white color, and her black pearl-like eyes could easily captivate others.

She was wearing a simple black monastic robe, which was plain and simple in style but made of expensive and high-end materials. She was paired with a handmade black cashmere shawl, which wrapped her tightly without revealing a single piece of skin. However, it was able to arouse others' desire for both sadism and love.

A girl like the night, a girl like a doll, an indifferent girl, a girl destined for misfortune, the last bird of the mysterious world left in today's society.

Her true identity is the direct descendant of Mainster, which has been passed down for thousands of years. She is the witch among witches and the great witch in fairy tales.

Her name is Kuonji Arizuma, the roommate mentioned by Aozaki Aoko. She is also a teacher and landlord, and a truly excellent magician.

The spiritual veins of Misaki Town are nominally owned by the Aozaki family, but are actually supervised by Aozaki Aoko and Kuonji Arizuma. Compared to the still-young Aoko, Kuonji Arizuma is the de facto manager.

But just now, this responsibility was challenged by outsiders.

"You were underestimated. You ignored the owner of the spiritual land and invaded openly. You are such a bold lunatic."

"Although there have been some minor probing attempts before, this time it's too direct. It's clearly not the time for a head-on confrontation yet. It's really driving me crazy."

Dissatisfaction was bubbling in her heart. Youzhu's feeling had nothing to do with the invasion of the spiritual land itself, but rather that the opponent was too direct, as if ignoring her as the manager of the spiritual land.

"Aoko too, was sleeping so soundly that she even ignored the movement of the barrier. Did she encounter some trouble that drained her energy?"

Although she said this, Youzhu had no intention of finding out about Qingzi. The relationship between them was just that delicate.

Although they appear to be closely connected and have friendly relations, deep down the divisions are very strict.

Just now, seeing that Aoko was still exhausted even after falling asleep, Mr. Kuonji felt a rare sense of sympathy for her.

"Although I should tell Aoko about the invasion, there's still time to tell her after she wakes up."

"After all, I was the one who conducted the searches and confirmations in the past."

With this mentality, Kuonji Arizu took a few ploys and magic costumes, changed into casual clothes for going out, and left the mansion alone.

At this time, the sky was about to darken, and only the last ray of light remained in the distant clouds.

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The search process was somewhat difficult.

The other party seemed to be a smart person who was very good at erasing his own traces. Aiwen's career as a magician was only a year short, and he had very few tracking magic tricks to use. He almost lost him many times.

But he remained calm, as time was on his side. Aiwen was neither hungry nor thirsty, and the tracking operation could continue for another ten hours.

But the other party can't do it. If he doesn't take in food, he will destroy himself.

Rather, it was precisely because he was in a hurry to obtain the supplies necessary for survival that he accidentally revealed his true identity and was discovered by Aiwen.

After a while.

Undisguised footsteps echoed deep in the alley. In the corners where the light of civilization could not shine, those darknesses that could not appear in front of people gathered here.

Scattered medicine bottles, packaging debris, excrement and rats scurrying about.