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

In the world of magic, the more ancient a land's history, the greater its value and mysterious remnants, and magicians pursue these like bees pursue pollen.

Therefore, the world's mainstream magic organizations all took root in the land that nurtured ancient civilizations.

China, Europe, Egypt, Mesopotamia...

As events unfolded and merged, most organizations related to magic took root in Europe.

The Cathedral Church is no exception.

They are centered in the Vatican and use doctrine as the hub to spread their influence throughout the world. Compared to the secretive Magic Association, the influence and popularity of the Holy Church are even greater.

In a sense, for ordinary people, the church can be trusted to a certain extent, but magicians must be absolutely avoided.

Unlike magicians who pursue their own desires, the Church's main purpose is to maintain the glory of the Lord. Therefore, they exclude anyone who can practice mysteries, because mysteries are the domain of the Lord.

For this purpose, the church organized a large number of armed forces to "carry out the will of the Lord", referred to as "agents" to fight against heresy.

Vampires are naturally among this list. It is better to say that they are the most hostile "filthy" creatures to the church, and once they are discovered, they will never be let go.

The two sides fought for this for thousands of years, resulting in countless sacrifices.

The Dead Apostles were now so powerful that the Church could only barely contend with them. However, even so, it never gave up.

Even if they cannot defeat the vampires immediately, they are collecting information on every movement of vampires day and night.

So one day, it was a sunny morning like any other.

In a bustling Western European city, a man dressed in modern but extremely expensive clothes is reading documents in a cafe.

The white paper bent under his fingertips, and a mature smile appeared on his handsome face, as if the document in front of him was just a composition submitted by a student.

Every guest who passed by admired his elegance, but strangely, no one had the idea of getting closer.

This was understandable. No matter how much one trusted the coded texts circulating within the church, important confidential documents could not be viewed directly by ordinary people, so the man set up a dispelling barrier.

It wasn't because he was afraid of leaking the secret, but because he thought the follow-up processing was too troublesome. He didn't want to have to deal with a corpse bleeding from all seven orifices just because of someone's casual glance.

"Sir." The subordinate sitting opposite greeted in a low voice. He closed his eyes tightly and trembled, afraid of seeing something he shouldn't see.

"No rush. No matter how busy you are, you still have time for a cup of coffee. You've worked hard, too. I've ordered food for you."

The man, who looked like a recent adult, waved his hand, and his concern moved his subordinates to tears of gratitude.

"Yes! Thank you for your gift."

The subordinate drank the drink in front of him with tears in his eyes. In his eyes, this was not coffee, but the appreciation of his boss.

So he relaxed and savored the beauty in the cup.

"How does it taste? This is my favorite cafe. The decoration style and ingredients are all very appealing to me."

Suddenly, the man asked.

He had now finished reading the secret report and was putting it away neatly. He seemed to be speaking casually out of boredom.

But this seemingly unintentional remark also made his subordinates tremble with fear. He straightened his back and spoke in a loud voice as if he had been blessed.

"Excellent, Lord Vistano! I can't fault it in any way. It's truly a perfect cup of coffee!"

"Really?" The man tilted his head, and the smile on his face changed from gentle to meaningful.

"Then enjoy it. Although I had no expectations of your taste from the beginning, you can't even distinguish the sour taste in coffee. Such incompetent flattery is really annoying."

"Vistinos... Sir?"

The subordinate muttered dully, and before he could recover from the disappointment of being told he was incompetent, a sharp pain rose from his stomach and instantly spread to every corner of his internal organs.

"Um... ah..."

He opened his mouth fiercely, wanting to wail, wanting to ask questions, but the spasming muscles blocked his throat and he was unable to utter a single word.

His core muscles were unable to support him, and he slumped weakly in the chair, looking around with the last glimmer of hope, hoping that someone would notice him.

"what……"

But he was disappointed, and his eyes quickly dimmed. There were many guests around looking at this side, but their eyes were all flashing with indifference.

He was hopeless.

"madness."

It was only then that the man he called Lord Westino wiped away the gentleness on his face and replaced it with a cold and stern expression.

"Why do you think I like this coffee shop the most? Because it's a chain store opened by my consortium. Who wouldn't like a store that gives them money?"

"You didn't even notice that the guests around you were all agents in disguise. You can apply for a disability assessment for your eyes."

"My subordinates can be smart and double-minded, but they must not be stupid. Acting as double agents and directly tampering with reports? Do you think you can get away with it? You underestimate me."

With a wave of his hand, the man drank the rest of his coffee in one gulp, threw away the tampered top-secret document and left.

After he left, agents disguised as customers skillfully carried the man away, cleared the table, washed the floor, and resumed business. They had memorized this process by heart.

At the door, a stern man in a white coat and meticulous manner followed Westino, handed over the report, and began his presentation.

"Sir, the True Ancestor Princess has been confirmed to have appeared. Father Dawn of the Burial Agency has confirmed this verbally, and the other cardinals are also beginning to take action."

There was no emotion in the man's words, as impartial as a simple messaging machine.

"Oh, he shows up, the executioner." Patting another document in his hand, Westino could hardly suppress his gloomy mood.

"It seems that the tampered content in the report is the news about her."

"It's only been a short while since the previous generation of Luo Ya was dealt with, so she should still be sealing herself. What's going on? It's so strange."

"Want to investigate, sir?"

"Don't talk nonsense, Karius." Westino combed his blond hair neatly and showed a solemn expression.

"That's not a light word like 'investigation'; it should be 'excavation'."

"There must be some reason for the True Ancestor's early deployment, and it could very well be our demise. We should be extremely vigilant in every way."

"As a priest's deputy, are you also worried about this?"

Karius asked the question indifferently, and his expressionless face showed some fluctuation.

"Don't be ridiculous. As long as they are human, they are no different from ants in front of the True Ancestor Princess. Even if she has no ill intentions, the aftermath of her actions is not something we can withstand."

Westino was in a hurry, completely abandoning his image and running fast.

"Gather all my agents and have them equip themselves with Extremis-standard weapons and the latest equipment. Also, where did the executioner appear this time? Switzerland, London, or Paris?"

"Neither, not even in Europe. We found traces in an island country in the far east."

"Hmm?" Vistano paused. "Why in that rural area? There aren't many Dead Apostles there."

"We know nothing. The only thing we know is that a group of agents have already set off."

"Zhi, this is troublesome, those idiots should not provoke her."

The priest's deputy, who knew how foolish some fanatics were, felt a headache. Recalling a previous meeting with Elquet, a deep chill seeped into every corner of his body.

"Although she appears to be a neutral party that is harmless to humans, this is only because of the restraint of the True Ancestor. In essence, she does not mind taking action at all. She is a weapon without blood or tears."

"Half-baked preparation won't even leave a scratch."

At the intersection, the car that came to greet them opened its door. Vistano got in without hesitation and urged the driver to set off.

"Hurry up, use the church's special attack channel. I need to board a plane to Japan within half an hour."

The driver received the order and stepped on the accelerator. With a sharp friction sound, a deep tire mark was left on the street.

The church's actions quickly caused a stir in the occult world, and both the Dead Apostles and the Magic Association took the opportunity to discover the purpose of the actions.

But Cardinal Laurentius suddenly classified the matter as confidential, and they ultimately returned empty-handed.

Meanwhile, Elwin and Elquet, who is the target of the church, are walking on the hill, chatting casually about boring topics.

Chapter 81: Flawless White Moon

The stars and the moon are shining, and the sky is high.

Since the greetings when they met, Elquet had not spoken for a while. She followed Aiwen silently, walking with small and steady steps.

But in the corners that Aiwen didn't notice, he would relax from time to time and jump happily for a few times until Aiwen's attention came, and then he would quickly return to his serious state.

It's like she's trying her best to maintain the elegant and steady appearance of a young girl.

She would steal a glance at Aiwen from time to time, as if she wanted to say something but didn't know how to start.

After struggling like this for a long time, the two of them had already walked from the top of the slope to the foot of the mountain, and then from the foot of the mountain back to the top of the slope.

But this doesn't mean she felt bored. In fact, even the emotional fluctuation of boredom seemed novel to Elquet.

However, the True Ancestor's rationality told her that wasting time was not advisable, and in her current form she was unable to completely abandon this teaching.

So after embarking on the uphill journey for the third time, Elquet was ready and took the initiative to speak.

"You once said you would be responsible for me, right? In that case, then meet my request."

With his ruby eyes fixed on the man who had given him his first "special" experience (death), Arquette was unconsciously filled with anticipation.

"Kill one of my enemies for me, using your life as the price, and I will forgive your sins."

The content of the words was extraordinary and majestic, but Elquet's tone was not as strong as expected.

To her, this was closer to a request than a demand, even if the other party was carrying her life on his shoulders.

Because in her eyes, Aiwen was a strong man who defeated her head-on. As an individual, she lost her future of survival, which only proved that she deserved to be eliminated.

The basic guarantee of survival as the basis of life is power, which is the law of nature. Reason and agreement are fragile systems under ideal conditions. Whether they can be established depends on the self-persuasion of those who have power.

Rather, it was because Aiwen said frankly that he would bear the "responsibility" before killing her, otherwise Elquet would not have considered this meeting.

——No, I can’t suppress this unique and complicated feeling after all. I think we will meet again.

But I guess she won't say "I forgive you" anymore.

The scene became quiet, and Elquet's words were like a boom box blasting in his ears, leaving Aiwen silent for a moment.

Waiting can make people feel anxious, and for Elquet it is a rare and wonderful feeling, but compared to the taste, she now hopes that Aiwen can agree to her more.

Knowing that he considered the murder a crime, he intended to make him bear it again.

It wasn't entirely out of the urgent hatred to kill Luoya... Of course, it cannot be denied that most of it was this.

But deep inside the request, there is a contradictory, first-time, chaotic and inhuman feeling.

Elquet didn't understand the reason, but looking at the face in front of him that was more vivid than in his memory, he couldn't help but want to understand.

She wanted to rely on him, wanted him to meet her needs, wanted his attention, wanted to poke at his bottom line, wanted him to be around her all day, wanted to control him or be controlled by him, wanted to fight again to experience the joy of being alive, wanted to attack him, wanted to see him abandon his human appearance, wanted to share her pain with him...

Longing, darkness, and bizarre feelings are entangled with each other into a vortex, buried deep in Elquet's expectations.

This is the nature of every intelligent creature, wanting to confirm how important they are in the other person's heart.

However, since it was the first time for Elquet to experience this, he was even more ignorant of the seriousness of the situation and had no way to control himself.

"So please agree to this and let me know that the weight of my death in your hands is comparable to the direction you prefer."

Even Elquet himself was unaware of the inhuman side of his heart, where emotions were stirring.

"I agreed."

——Until she was brought back to reality by the sharp response.

"Ugh?"

The young princess sighed in a daze that perfectly matched her expression, her thoughts stuck like an overheated and slow computer.

"Who do you want to kill? As long as they're not someone I know, I'll accompany you. This is also my responsibility."

"Really...?" an incredulous voice.

"Well, tell me in detail about the murder." The content was cold, but there was a hint of tolerance in the words.

"You actually agreed! Thank you! I'm so happy!"

A series of high-spirited feedback seemed to ignite a fire in my heart.