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

"After all, we've already had a miraculous visitor today, haven't we?"

Illya happily turned around with her hands behind her back and took the initiative to invite Aiwen.

"My home is right over there. Would you like to come and sit down? It's the only place in the world that harkens to human civilization. I also have a special companion I can introduce to you."

"Is that okay? I do miss the creations of civilization..."

Before he finished speaking, subtle waves were heard in this sea of black mud, and the sea area under his feet, which was as calm as a mirror, began to turbulent.

From the initial ripples, it gradually became a more intense vortex.

"what happened?"

Illya covered her mouth in surprise. This was the first time she saw the unchanging world after being destroyed react.

Aiwen's originally relaxed expression froze, and regret appeared on his face.

"It seems there's nothing I can do. The time limit has expired. I can only reject Miss Einzbern's invitation."

"Could this be related to you? But this is a post-destruction world, so any kind of magic should be ineffective."

Without panic, but full of curiosity, Illya came forward and observed Aiwen carefully.

"It has nothing to do with this. It's just something like the price of power. The reason I keep shuttling between the cracks of the world is also because of this."

"Traveling through the world, it's like magic."

For Illya, magic is something she is very familiar with. She sighed with disappointment as she said this casually.

"From the looks of you, you're leaving, just like you suddenly appeared. I thought I'd have someone to talk to, but it turned out to be just a short-lived miracle. I'm very sad."

"That's not necessary, Miss Einzbern."

Aiwen's figure gradually faded, and he was leaving this strange world in the direction he was heading.

"Let's wait with hope, both for you and me, hoping that we can have a pleasant chat when we meet again next time."

"Well, I will remember you, this stranger who dropped in from the sky. If we meet next time, don't sleep for half a day. If I had known that your stay was limited, I would have woken you up at the beginning."

"Please do this."

After waving his hands, Aiwen's last voice disappeared. Illya lowered her arms, which were also waving vigorously, and stared at the sea where the mysterious visitor disappeared.

"Will we meet again... I guess we will. We just have to wait."

Illya said to herself, as for the target, it definitely includes Aiwen, but it is far more than Aiwen.

"Ilia!"

From afar came energetic shouts, the unreasonable enthusiasm of which was totally unlike that of people living in this destroyed world.

In fact, she is not human.

I saw an unidentified creature, only as tall and as big as Illya's head, leaping into the air and rushing towards me at the speed of a rocket.

"Ms. Tanaka, you came to see me."

Illya greeted him familiarly and happily, but was hit on the head by a knife from this doll-like little man.

"That's too much! She actually left me there and never came back. Miss Tanaka is angry!"

"What's the big deal? Miss Tanaka won't be bored anyway, right? It's just that we haven't seen each other for a while."

"That's true, but this time it's different. Miss Tanaka suddenly became very scared, as if she had met a bad guy."

The little man was venting his anger by dancing around, looking very aggrieved.

"I was hoping Illya could comfort me, but I couldn't find you. Why can't you just be there whenever I call?"

"Afraid? Miss Tanaka, are you afraid? You are the planet's restraining force?"

Now Illya was really interested.

Chapter 106: Bond with It

"Oh, Illya, you don't understand. As a living being, you have a different perspective. It's hard to describe the palpitations in words."

The short little hands touched the big head, and the elf-like Tanaka was thinking hard about the metaphor.

"Right, it's like a human encountering a venomous snake. In terms of quality of life, there's an insurmountable level gap, but the other party has the potential to drag you down with it."

“In short, I’m just very scared.”

With this said, Illya could barely understand a little. She had experienced many ups and downs and knew that although the planet was huge, it would inevitably decline due to certain reasons.

"Okay, okay, now that we've met, Miss Tanaka shouldn't be scared anymore, right? Go back quickly. I have some fresh news to share with you today... What are you doing?"

Illya's voice gradually became lower as she spoke. She looked puzzledly at the inhibitory clone that was flying around her in circles and sniffing the scent exaggeratedly.

Although she hadn't taken a shower for a long time, she definitely didn't have any smell on her body, and she didn't know why Tanaka suddenly went crazy.

"It's really not right, Illya, there's something wrong with you!"

Tanaka had an expression on his face that said "You actually betrayed me". He flew backwards, assumed a boxing stance, and threw jabs with aggressive "whoosh".

"You smell bad, go away and don't come near me."

"Eh? Miss Tanaka, I don't understand what you're saying. Are you saying I've been tainted with something else?"

Illya lifted her skirt and smelled it to make sure nothing had changed.

She did think that it might be brought by Aiwen, but although the two of them had a good chat, they kept their distance and it was unlikely that they would be contaminated.

"Oh, that's not the flavor of it. It's more of a planetary perspective, a sense of destiny intertwined. Anyway, Illya is not clean!"

"Don't talk nonsense, Miss Tanaka, I don't understand what you are saying!"

The noisy sound could be heard from far away, bringing a hint of vitality back to the surface of the world where only two intelligent beings remained.

Illya didn't know what Tanaka meant until the end, but she understood one thing.

"Mr. Euboele seems to be more complicated than I thought."

There might be something about him that would make Miss Tanaka, or even Gaia, wary of him.

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Aiwen continued to wander in the world of ash. His previous encounter with Miss Illya seemed like a small episode that would not leave any trace.

He continued to move forward, rarely stopping, and unknowingly walked a long way.

Time passed so easily for him that he could no longer remember whether it was a hundred years or a thousand years.

Without a reference calendar, people cannot define their position in the flow of time, let alone him, a magician who can freely cross the long flow of time.

But Aiwen still had a way to measure it, and that was the town that was becoming more and more perfect in his mind.

He built the real Misaki Town solely based on his imagination, outlining every manhole cover and electric wire in detail.

If he wanted to, he could simply combine different materials and Misaki Town would become "Rome built in a day".

This is the direction in which Aiwen experiences time. The time in the outside world, the Age of Gods, or the End has nothing to do with him, but psychologically, he remembers the past rather than the future.

But even though time and space were left behind by Aiwen and could not reach him, one thing still stubbornly connected him like a thread.

That is fate.

It is hard to explain, has no entity, and cannot be detected, but Ke'ai Wen deeply understands its existence.

This may be something he can't do anything about, because it is impossible for a person to go against his own heart and cut off the thread extending from his heart.

If you don’t want it, then fate is no longer fate.

"But isn't this happening too often? Is our connection to her really that deep?"

He looked at the familiar world in front of him strangely. In Aiwen's impression, he had encountered it more than a hundred years ago, and he encountered it again so soon.

"This is bad. I have no new topics to talk about."

He sighed in resistance, but his pace did not slow down even for a second. Aiwen maintained his pace and stepped into the familiar world again.

Yes, familiar.

Unlike other worlds where he could only pass by them once, Aiwen was already familiar with this world to the point where he could be compared to Misaki Town. If one calculated the time he had stayed here, it was even one or two days longer than Misaki Town.

Passing through the chaotic time and space, through the fluctuations of the world line, Aiwen appeared as if teleporting, stepping on the dark sea.

The weather is bad today. The usual clear blue sky is no longer visible. There are only thick dark clouds covering the top of our heads, and the sound of thunder can be heard all the time.

"It is going to rain."

Aiwen said something that was obvious at a glance, and his expression was somewhat relaxed. A normal person would have been running to avoid the rain at this moment, but he looked like he was waiting for the raindrops to fall.

"Come to think of it, I haven't seen heavy rain in a long time. I've almost forgotten about it."

The lightning that struck instantly danced in the air like a snake, briefly illuminating Aiwen's expectant expression. He waited contentedly, wanting to feel the coolness of the raindrops eroding his coat.

"Brother Aiwen, why are you nailed here like a pillar? If I remember correctly, you said last time that you would come directly to my house."

Suddenly, a white, tender, green jade finger poked straight into his side. The ruthless action showed the anger of its owner.

"Or did you forget? Illya will be angry if that happens."

The person who came was Illya, with long snow-white hair, jewel-red eyes, and the top beauty that belonged to an artificial human.

She was now staring at Aiwen with an angry look on her face, and with a flick of her hand, she pulled him directly towards her home.

"Besides, if you want to enjoy the rain, it's just as fun at my place. It's not as fun to be alone as it is to be with us."

"Sorry, I didn't react for a moment."

Aiwen knew he was in the wrong and had no choice but to admit defeat.

Fortunately, Illya was not really angry. On the contrary, she was actually in a very happy mood.

As mentioned before, Aiwen has encountered this special world quite a few times. If you count them carefully, it's actually more than thirty times.

Although it doesn't seem like much, it is already a miracle during the long journey, and the relationship between Illya and him is getting better and better with each meeting.

The first five times, the two were like fellow patients in the same hospice room, sleeping in two beds close together, sympathizing with each other;

After five or ten times, they have become friends who trust each other and exchange stories about their past;

Ten to twenty times, they could talk about anything, and although they were not really a family, they were now better than a family;

Twenty times now, Aiwen and Illya no longer know how to define their relationship.

But they no longer think about these things, but just regard each other as bright stars that shine from time to time in the long years, and after separation, they will wait for the next meeting with hope.

Illya didn't know what Aiwen was thinking, but she looked forward to every meeting and used it as one of the supports to move forward.

Chapter 107: The Magician's Mischief (3k)

"Come on, sit down."

Pulling Aiwen back to the shabby little house, Illya patted the sofa, her eagerness evident in her words.

This is a house that is so dilapidated that it would not be inappropriate to describe it as a ruin. There are only a few walls and only half of the ceiling left. The kitchen, bathroom and utility room have disappeared without a trace, leaving only land that can barely maintain the function of the living room.

But unlike the ruined exterior, the decoration and furniture inside are intact, but they are not brand new, they have the natural signs of use.

The wrinkles on the sofa, the shine on the tables and chairs, and the roughness on the floor.

But because of this, a warm atmosphere of life and a sense of home are created in this empty world.

"Then first of all, let me ask, for Aiwen, is this meeting a 'step forward' or a 'step back'?"

Illya sat down next to Aiwen, relaxed on the sofa, like a cat with nothing to do.

"It's 'forward'."

He moved his position with amusement to make Illya lie more comfortably. Aiwen looked at her like this, thought for a while and gave this answer.

"You answered so quickly. How did you figure that out? Are you just trying to give me a once-over?"

Elijah feigned dissatisfaction and squeezed, allowing herself to lie on her back on Aiwen's lap before she hummed a little with satisfaction.

"No, I could tell by Illya's attitude. She was so casual with me this time, closer than I can remember."

"Oh, it's the same here." Illya moved happily. "This is the thirty-second time for me, how about you?"