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

Aiwen accepted this subtle fluctuation without resistance, and a scene like a photo flashed before his eyes.

It is a white flower that has been eternally flawless since its birth; a weapon that has no contact with the outside world; it has not even sprouted emotions and is just a machine that follows instruction and etiquette.

The woman in the long dress stood in the moonlight for a long time, sleeping soundly without even dreaming.

No one approached her, and she was unaware that she could reach out to others. She had no speech and no independent thinking.

"There's nothing, nothing is within reach. Even if I reach out, I can't grab anything that belongs to me."

"It's the same as before I met the teacher."

Aiwen sighed sympathetically. It was because she had experienced it that she felt even more sad about this kind of thing.

"Come to think of it, a conversation before a battle must be an extremely rare experience for her."

"It wasn't an order, nor was it a negotiation with a purpose. It was just simple, meaningless chat."

"That won't do." Aiwen denied Elquet's past.

"For her, this past was just an existence, not a life. Joy and sorrow are the rights that life should have."

"So, what are you going to do after you realize this, kid?"

"?"

An old but energetic voice seemed to come from my ears.

Chapter 58: Night Ends

"The environment here is quite harsh. Can anyone survive?"

Aiwen was a little curious. He looked around but didn't find anyone else.

"It's a bit troublesome for me to arrive in person, after all, this place has turned into the primordial hell. But with the help of the error in time and space, leaving behind a shadow is no problem."

As he spoke, a vague and transparent figure walked out freely in the howling cold wind in front of Aiwen.

He has a spirited face, short, thick stubble, and sharp eyes like an eagle. He holds an ancient and elegant cane in his right hand and wears a precious and complicated cloak.

The inner garments are inlaid with a small number of dazzling gems, and the reflection of light makes it look like a kaleidoscope studded with treasures.

"Hey, this is the first time we meet, heir of [Four]."

The old man raised the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to smile, but combined with his stern expression, there was a sense of scrutiny.

"My name is Kishua Zelrich Schubin-augu. I'm a magician like your teacher. So, I think I've mentioned it to you before."

Although the sentence was structured as a question, his tone was straightforward, as if he had already determined the answer he wanted before asking the question.

"So it's Kaleidoscope. The teacher did mention you. I didn't expect to meet you so soon."

Aiwen stopped walking. Although the old man's feet were clearly not touching the ground, he still made the gesture of walking. He walked a few steps to Aiwen's side, stood shoulder to shoulder with him, and looked at the castle in front of them together.

"Millennium City, I haven't been here for a long time, maybe five hundred years or more." Zelrich said with nostalgia, "No matter how much time has passed, this place hasn't changed at all."

At the end of the conversation, this nostalgia quickly turned into a rebuke: "Huh, so unchanging that it's annoying. You think so too, don't you?"

"I don't understand your accusation, because this city had nothing to do with me in the past." Aiwen shook his head: "But now, I really don't like it here."

"So you're going to destroy it, just because of a thought?"

"Yes, no other reason is needed."

"Really? You are such a willful guy."

Zelrich smiled.

"But I'm relieved now. You can decide your own lifestyle based on whether you like it or not, so there will be no problems in the future. As long as you don't forget this awareness, you won't end up like your teacher."

"Magic isn't just miracles; it has consequences."

"That guy really found a perfect successor. I envy him so much. Why can't my disciple be so promising?"

After saying some incomprehensible words, Zelrich stroked his beard.

"Never mind, that's enough of my observations of you. Let's get back to the point. What do you plan to do with the True Ancestor royal family?"

"I used to be a collaborator with the True Ancestors, so I still have to take care of the remaining True Ancestors."

He said so, but those who were familiar with Zelrich would know that his care was at most a few words left behind, and it was extremely rare for him to show up specially like this.

Although the Demon Marshal himself would not admit it, he actually treated Elquet as a junior of his generation.

When she was first born in the Star Inner Sea, he even went to take a look.

As for the source of this special care, perhaps it came from someone he defeated in the past.

"If you don't change your mind, I will kill her." Aiwen said shocking words, which is a logic that ordinary people cannot understand.

Obviously, both of their thoughts were full of concern, but when they spoke, they spoke cold words.

The two people here are obviously not normal people.

"Well, it might work wonders for that girl. I've long felt that there was something wrong with her upbringing by those True Ancestors."

Zelrich readily agreed with Aiwen's plan.

"What a quiet lady! Her father has nothing to do with that character. I think she's pretty tough at heart too."

"It's not necessarily a bad idea to let her embrace her own feelings now. Considering the final active time she can have, it can at least provide some comfort."

The old man spoke in a confusing riddle, and his solemn face showed no sign of his true mood.

"But be careful when you attack. Your fourth method is incomparable to your teacher's. If you use your full strength, even a True Ancestor would have a hard time surviving."

"Is it a request?"

"Oh, I owe you a favor."

He smiled and shook his head, and the old man's figure gradually dimmed. Without leaving any other words, he left peacefully.

The thousand-year-old city, which once had some vitality, now only has the echoes of the disaster left.

Aiwen walked towards the throne of the castle in silence. He was like the only visible signpost in the tundra blizzard, an unwavering black star.

……

"Are you here?" Elquet opened his eyes.

She still sat upright and dignified on the throne, but her hands and feet had no more strength.

Even though he used all his strength, the opponent still broke through and reached his front. The gap in strength was beyond words.

The storm outside has subsided, the temperature has stopped changing, and the outermost part of the magnificent and cold Millennium City has begun to dissipate.

Now, there is no magic left in Elquet.

Therefore, when Aiwen walked into the unusually exquisite yet extremely empty hall, he saw through her pretense at first sight.

Fine lines of death have already covered Elquet's delicate body.

"Unlike your flawless appearance before, you are now covered in dead lines. It seems you don't have the energy to continue."

Aiwen spoke with a voice that was not sure whether it was regret or a sigh.

"Indeed, this is my defeat. Even if I use everything I have now, I still can't defeat you. It's really frustrating."

Although he said this, there was no sign of reluctance on Elquet's face, and his previously active spirit also became calm due to the emptiness of magic power.

Aiwen strolled forward until he was less than a meter away from her, and they looked into each other's eyes.

The ruby eyes and the dark blue eyes looked at each other, both of them were equally calm, not at all like the murderer and the murdered.

At this point, Aiwen's reasons for taking action were no longer simple, mixed with his self-centered good intentions.

At first, I started to attack because the other party attacked me.

Later, I realized her loneliness and felt a little empathy.

Finally, she saw her past in her mind's eye and felt disgusted with the dogma that bound her.

Therefore, we must kill.

What comes with death is the re-establishment of concepts. Only after feeling the pain can one understand what joy is.

This must be a kind of arrogance, and it is an extremely excessive decision to impose your own feelings on others.

But Aiwen has been such a person from the beginning. He follows his own philosophy: as long as the consequences are borne, any behavior is allowed.

"If you can really come back from the dead, you're welcome to seek revenge on me next time. It's nothing, this is the fate of a murderer."

Aiwen left his final farewell words, raised his right hand, and several traces flashed in the air.

Chapter 59: Ending, Believers, Go Back

The full moon hanging in the sky was covered by floating clouds, and tonight ushered in the final end.

The magnificent thousand-year-old city gradually faded and shrank, and finally shattered into thousands of pieces like glass, drifting away between heaven and earth on the cool breeze.

The magnificent night ended, and the world-class crisis ended without most people knowing. Only the small towns with half of the charred houses remained to tell of the tragedy that had occurred.

It was an unexpected disaster for the people in the small town.

They just lived, worked and laughed as usual, but in just a few hours, all of this disappeared.

Fate is such an unreasonable kid.

At this moment, Aiwen stood alone on the scarred ground.

His thoughts were like the last red glow of the setting sun, passionate yet slowly fading into silence, ushering in a peaceful night.

"ended."

With a sigh, Aiwen put an end to everything for tonight. This was also the first battle in which he fought at full strength since his birth.

"I'm afraid I won't forget you, the innocent and pure White Spirit Peak, the distant and departed True Ancestor Princess."

Perhaps because he had completely used up his magic power, after being cut off from the death line, Elquet did not leave behind any corpse, but turned into dust and drifted away.

Until she left, a very weak sprout of self-will finally flashed in her indifferent eyes.

The eyes that contained anger, pain and curiosity were still lingering in front of Aiwen's eyes.

"May you regain your true self, leave the Millennium City, and once again walk the earth according to your own will."

The blessing of mercy floats away along with the moonlight, hoping it can reach her future.

"grown ups!"

A voice filled with joy and respect came from behind.

Aiwen looked back and saw Noyer leaping over the ruins like a celestial bird and quickly coming to him.

At this time, her body was in a mess, splattered with blood and fragments of internal organs, but her spirit was somewhat fanatical.

Her spirit, which was originally destroyed by the tragic experience, has now been reunited with the "belief in being saved" as the center, so it is not an exaggeration to call her a fanatic now.

"It's Noel. Have you completed your mission to protect everyone?"

Aiwen half bent down and looked directly into the girl's bright eyes.

"Well, the gift from the Lord is very powerful. My strength and speed have become super-powerful. I can crush those monsters with just one punch!"

As she spoke, Noelle threw a few swinging punches and straight punches with a lively expression, giving people the illusion of an iron fist girl.

"So, have you accomplished your goal of protecting yourself?"

After listening carefully to the girl's outburst, Aiwen asked a serious question in a low voice. This question was like cold water added to boiling soup, which immediately dispelled Noyer's fanatical emotions.

“Sir, what do you mean by that? As for my body, I’m clearly not injured.

It was clearly the concern of someone she admired and revered, but Noelle subconsciously flinched, not even knowing why.

"Really? Never mind. It's a good thing you're not hurt. Forget what you just said."

Patting the girl's head gently, Aiwen took back the deeper meaning of his words.