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

"Kyuonji, how did Aozaki find the location of those beasts? No matter how good her eyesight is, she can't see through them."

"Wait, that's getting a little close..."

Unexpectedly, a girl's somewhat shy voice came from the dandelions. Although Aiwen didn't understand, he still moved away from her.

There seemed to be a faint exhalation sound coming from the other side, like someone's relaxed sigh.

(Dandelion's Ploy can not only transmit dialogue and images, but even temperature and touch.)

"Because of the help of one person, he was the one who took the initiative to come and inform Aoko and me. I heard that he was a member of Aoko's club. What's his name... Shizuki?"

"Shizuki Sojuro." Aiwen immediately thought of this classmate with whom he had a good relationship. He was deeply impressed by that simple face.

"That's right. Jingxi-kun volunteered to be used as bait to attract the wild beasts scurrying around, and at the same time provide Aoko with the coordinates."

Youzhu said lightly, and she also carefully explained how Kusajuro did it.

To put it simply, Yuzu gave him a ploy to make himself delicious like Doraemon, and then Aoko cut off some hair and gave it to him.

A female magician's hair can be considered a second avatar, filled with her own magical power. If it is actively activated, it can be sensed even from a distance.

So Sojuro began to wander around the town, attracting wild beasts, and then tried to pull them to an open and deserted place, and then stick Aoko's hair to them.

Of course, just by listening to the explanation, you can tell how dangerous this is. Every step can be said to be a race against death.

"Why would Kusajuro agree to this? He's helpful, but he's also a guy who values his own life. What's his reason for risking his life like this?"

It is normal to have doubts, and Qingzi asked the same question as him at that time.

……

"Jingxi-kun, why did you accept such a dangerous job?"

At that time, Aoko's expression was exactly the same as Aiwen's, and Kusajuro touched his head.

"I don't understand what you're talking about, Dead Apostles, Ancestors, or anything like that, but that man-eating beast is very dangerous. I saw my family members being eaten, and I almost got eaten too."

"The danger should be eliminated."

"In the mountains, it's not uncommon to gather together to drive away wild beasts. To increase our chances of survival, we should work together. Will doing this increase our chances of success? Then I will do it."

"After all, the people from that church also said that the beast has a huge appetite and will eat the entire city. I think Tobimaru and the others will not be spared. But I don't want everyone in the class to die, so I can only try my best."

……

"Yeah, that's exactly what he would say."

Aiwen understood. He had known from the beginning that Sojuro was unique. Now he could only say that he had a deeper understanding of the special qualities of this friend.

But since even Kusajuro has risked his life, Aiwen decided to lend his support as well, out of the desire to repay the time spent in the school.

He didn't want his pure kindness to go unrewarded.

So after a brief pause, Aiwen took out a sword-shaped short staff from the inside of his clothes and waved it as if to wake him up.

The whole process was so natural and skillful that people ignored where the rough and very old short stick was inserted.

"Isn't this short staff from that time...?"

Youzhu recognized it, recognized this magic costume that once saved Qingzi.

"If it's a pearl, I'll lend it to Qingzi temporarily. As a destruction specialist, she will definitely be able to use the gray staff well."

As he said that, Aiwen gently placed it in the corner, waiting for Youzhu to come and take it away. At this time, Youzhu finally couldn't help it.

"Aiwen, can I ask you a question? Where did this short staff come from?"

There was inquiry and respect in the gentle voice. As an excellent magic researcher, Youzhu vaguely realized the nature of the gray staff.

"It was passed down from my teacher...Isn't that what you wanted to hear?"

"Ah."

"That's right. It's okay to tell Kuonji. There's nothing to keep secret anyway."

Without any hesitation or intention to hide anything, Aiwen caressed the dress in her hand lovingly and explained its origin in a light and farewell tone.

"A limited-edition magic weapon for the Fourth Law, codenamed the Gray Staff. That's its full name, a relic passed down from the previous generation of the Fourth Magician."

The calm voice revealed news that was enough to shock the magic world.

"Uh!"

A short and surprised sigh, even through the dandelions of the conversation, Aiwen could feel the other party's helplessness.

"The staff itself is just ordinary wood, so please be mindful of this. However, if its hidden power is unleashed, it will become an unstoppable blade."

"If Qingzi releases a magic bullet through it, the object hit will directly lose all its components and become part of the great source of magic."

"So be sure to remind her that the ash staff is not just an ordinary ceremonial item to be used for fun."

"The fourth method..."

"Magicians... There are so many of them in Misaki Town..."

There was no response from the other side of Dandelion, only words repeated in a low voice, which had a strange and empty feeling.

Yuzu seemed to have been hit by some extremely shocking fact and was now in an overloaded state.

"Then I'll leave the beasts in the city to Kuonji and Aozaki. I'll go back now and deal with their bodies. It won't take long."

Aiwen carefully used some bricks to press down the short staff to prevent it from being blown away, and left behind some heartwarming words of trust.

Then he turned decisively and returned to Hetian Church.

Chapter 97: The new magician officially takes over

The return journey was faster than the departure, perhaps because I was not distracted by observation.

He believed in Qingzi and Youzhu, no matter how difficult the situation was, they would definitely find a way to achieve their goals.

Looking up, the sky is dark and the bright moon is hidden behind thin clouds, which gives an ominous impression and makes people feel sad.

But Aiwen felt calm. He just glanced at him lightly and quickened his pace without hesitation.

Because he knew that the clouds would soon dissipate, and the beautiful and peaceful moonlight would still cover Misaki Town as usual.

Ordinary people don’t know about this night, and they will still happily spend every ordinary day.

The long return distance was covered in a few breaths, and the ruined Goda Church came into view. As he expected, the agents on the scene were trying their best to delay the black beasts.

Fortunately, Elquet seemed to have strengthened his suppression on Nero Chaos. Only three beasts escaped, and dozens of wounded agents could barely deal with them.

"are you back."

The moment they caught sight of Aiwen's conspicuous figure, all the agents breathed a sigh of relief and intensified their attacks.

In fact, they were almost unable to hold on. After all, they were all mortal. Even if their will remained firm, the trembling muscles in their hands and feet also revealed their limits.

Fortunately, they finally completed the mission and did not let any black beast escape from the encirclement.

"The rest is up to you."

Vistano, who used the springs on his five fingers to control and strengthen his subordinates, said so, and his tone had a sense of relief as if a burden had been lifted.

"Ah."

Aiwen's answer was very quick, and his movements and attacks were even quicker. In just two breaths, the three black beasts were dead.

Like a hot steel knife cutting through butter, the beasts' bodies were cut open effortlessly. They could only grunt unwillingly and collapse into lifeless mud.

The agents' desperate offensive was defeated by Aiwen's casual attack.

"It's simply a miracle. Such a talent should be used by humans. He will definitely terrify vampires."

Westino praised in his heart. The way he looked at Aiwen was no longer like looking at a human being, but as looking at a walking treasure.

The few agents still standing paid tribute to Aiwen.

Aiwen also nodded to them, as a small tribute to the sacrifices of the agents.

Then without further delay, he jumped straight into the pit.

The simple and thin corner of the clothes suddenly disappeared on the battlefield and also left the lives of many agents. Most of them might never have the chance to see this comrade who fought together with them tonight to eliminate vampires.

But the agents still solemnly carved the sign of the cross on their chests to bless this mysterious person.

"I hope you can put an end to this night's terror and destroy the sudden appearance of the Dead Apostle."

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His body fell under the force of gravity, and Aiwen stared at the rumbling battlefield below him. In the vision of the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, Elquet's white figure and the dirty black on the opposite side were so conspicuous.

The integrity of Elquet was within his expectations, but Nero Chaos's chaos surprised Aiwen.

“…No deadline?”

He muttered to himself, but even if he focused his attention on the black mud representing chaos, there were still no common azure lines on it.

“Although there’s no deadline, I always feel like I can see something else, like a dense, condensed core that’s about to burst out.”

Discomfort spread in his mind. The premonition of seeing something he shouldn't see made Aiwen uncomfortable. The smell of death had never been so strong.

Faintly, Aiwen seemed to see a faint image of a bright red dot emerging on the black mud.

Death, death, the end point of everything from birth, the thin line connecting to the vortex of the root of all things.

The "nothingness" was no different from the empty world in his memory. He couldn't reach anything with his hands, and he couldn't see any colors with his eyes.

"Well."

A strong sense of resistance surged in his heart, and Aiwen shook his head. When he looked again, the dots representing death were extinguished like candles.

It seemed that he subconsciously valued the world with life and resisted death. Even though the deeper realm of death was right in front of him, Aiwen decided to turn a blind eye.

"Forget it. It doesn't matter if you can't see it. I was planning to use another method to draw the curtain anyway."

The mark on my chest was burning, and that burning heat indicated that I would soon face a final decision. I was afraid that I would no longer have the ordinary daily life I had experienced in the past few days.

The will penetrated into the inheritance and grasped the plug that blocked the breach in reality.

"It doesn't matter. This is more than enough. Now I can face the destination I set from the beginning without hesitation."

Aiwen activated the seal.

Just a change in mood opened the lid of the magic, as easy as unscrewing the cap of a soda bottle, but also as heavy as carrying the world on one's back.

He didn't remember how many times he had used magic, but he knew this was the last time. The short dream of deceiving himself was over.

The new magician who controls the fourth magic was born accurately, completely, and without any room for evasion.

From the death of the old man in the cloak to the moment when Aiwen accepts the future from the bottom of his heart, the inheritance of the magician has officially ended.

Everything was filled in, the vague memories became clear, and the decision made at the time emerged in my mind.

"Indeed, it is time to enter the basic realm and stop disrupting the world any further."

Aiwen sighed as if he had just woken up from a dream, and he actually felt a faint sympathy for Nero Chaos who was being beaten below.

"Because of my presence, the elements between different worlds are constantly intertwined. So, with Misaki Town as the connecting area, did the Tenth Ancestor from another world mistakenly enter here?"

"Nero Chaos is really unlucky. I'm afraid he hasn't realized yet that this is no longer the Misaki Town where he originally was."

"But no matter which side he plays, his fate of death is inevitable. It's so pleasant... What a pity."

With a smile, he passed through the layer of strong winds that Elquet had specially set up to prevent the black beast from escaping.

This desperate place seemed to recognize Aiwen's identity and quietly opened a gap as he passed through, without causing him any trouble at all.

This is also a little concern that Elquet hardly notices.

After crossing this layer of strangulation cover, there is no longer any obstacle between the battlefield of the True Ancestor and the Ancestor of the Dead Apostles and Aiwen.

Extremely harsh high temperatures and cold temperatures took turns, the roar of the atmosphere was like the roar of a giant dragon, and the concentration of true ether that made up the planets far exceeded that of the Age of Gods. At the bottom of this pit, the world briefly returned to its beginnings.

The most terrifying thing is that even in such a devilish realm, chaos is still wriggling, and endless beasts are being born every moment.