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

Taking a deep breath, Youzhu admitted that the person in front of her did make her a little curious, so she just took it as the inevitable result of a fairy tale witch.

Whether it was the temperament that was different from that of human society or the specificity that made the Rose Hound retreat, she wanted to read it and understand it.

"Kyuonji Yuju, you can call me by my first name or surname."

"The name is indeed reasonable." Aiwen glanced at Jiuyuan Temple Yuju and nodded in understanding.

He knew that the act of telling his name was not just a change of address, but also represented the other party's recognition of his existence.

Although it is only at the fingertip level.

"Strictly speaking, this is a superpower rather than a magic eye." Aiwen pointed to his eyes, and the cold color once again occupied his pupils.

"Its name is the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception. It can be considered an ultimate form of vision into the past and future."

"The Mystic Eyes of Death Perception? I feel like I've heard of it somewhere." Youzhu pointed his index finger at his right cheek in confusion, thinking in his mind.

As a witch, she is basically immersed in fairy tales and has only a superficial knowledge of other fields.

"Don't worry about the title. What's important is its ability." Aiwen waved his hand and continued to explain patiently.

"It allows me to see the death at the root of everything, whether it's human or object. Just a slight touch and that future will come unstoppably."

"If you touch the earth, it will split; if you touch the human body, it will separate. It is not that the cutting causes death, but the manifestation of death is the cutting."

"I usually only use it when dealing with Dead Apostles. I skip the process of draining their health and directly bring them to rest."

"what."

So that's why he said confidently that he could "kill" the vampire. The other party's tricky undead was just a fragile paper membrane in front of him.

Youzhu suddenly understood why she was trembling before.

It was her instinct to cringe, even if it was just for a moment, at how close she was to death.

If she was hit, the inherited defense probably wouldn't be able to save her.

"Rogue." The girl suddenly criticized unhappily, "It's simply an unreasonable cheat, a fairy tale ending."

"That's what Jiuyuan Temple thinks." Aiwen nodded in understanding, and did not argue about what it would take to activate the cheat device.

This is enough to explain it. The price of facing death is his own debt and there is no need to tell others about it.

"So, what should we do with that dead apostle? Has Kuonji figured it out yet?"

Changing the subject, Aiwen pointed at the half-dead vampire that had been eroded by the white mist.

It seemed that because his last hope was shattered, he had completely given up resistance and allowed himself to be dealt with by the enemy.

"If you need help, I'll make sure he dies completely, but I have no objection if you plan to do it yourself. After all, you caught him first."

Aiwen adopted a first-come, first-served attitude.

He undoubtedly respected the hard work that Yuzu had put in during the previous battle, which made Miss Witch a little happy.

But I have to admit that I don’t have a complete solution.

"There's no other way, please..." Halfway through her words, Kuonji Yuzu suddenly froze. She realized that she didn't know the name of the person in front of her.

"Got it." After waiting for the answer, Aiwen did not stop and walked straight towards the Dead Apostle.

The light of the evil eye shines brightly, and he will bring death to the immortal vampire.

"Ho...ho..."

The white mist retreated when he arrived, revealing its already broken body. The dead apostle had run out of blood and was unable to recover.

But his eyes were still fixed on Aiwen, as if he wanted to curse the person who had cut off his retreat and brought death to him.

"You and that woman... are the same. Why... do you want to interfere with me..." The dead man opened his mouth and moaned weakly: "I clearly... didn't interfere with you at all..."

"If there's no reason, just treat it as a natural disaster." Aiwen picked up the triangular stone, held it in his hand, and aimed it at the flaw in life that only he could see.

"It's just that I hate Dead Apostles."

"That's... the reason?"

"I don't need any other reasons. They're all just excuses. I'll just act according to my own ideas. If there's a conflict and we refuse to give in, then let it all come to a head."

"That's all."

The stone in my hand scratched it, and the sticky feeling was like stabbing into honey. The weight of life was indeed held in my hand at this moment.

Cutting along the short dead line, smoothly like waving in the air, the dead line from the shoulder to the right leg was easily cut.

"This means that the weight of your life is about the same as that of air."

Blood splattered everywhere, and the dead apostle just shuddered a little before he became completely motionless. His body seemed to explode, leaving only broken limbs and dirty blood.

After a few seconds, even the last residue turned into ashes.

Ai Wenhe approached Kuonji Arizuma in silence, watching the last trace of a dead apostle until it completely disappeared.

Chapter 4 Girls' Night Talk (k)

The night is getting darker.

When Kuonji Yuzu returned home, it was already eight o'clock in the evening, which was considered extremely late for her.

"But I actually went out after coming back once, so it can't be considered as coming home late."

Feeling a little guilty, Youzhu looked away and muttered to himself.

Use magic to open the magic lock on the iron gate, and after passing through the winding, quiet and gloomy path in the forest, a luxurious mansion is located here.

Unlike the single-family houses with wooden frames that are popular in Japan now, the Western-style house is absolutely British in style.

The steeply sloping roofs are staggered and harmoniously inlaid with each other, without hindering the drainage of rain and snow.

Solid bricks are neatly stacked to form walls, the roof is covered with lead-gray tiles, and there is a tall chimney in the center.

The entire Western-style building is divided into two parts, east and west, by the entrance. The shapes of the buildings on both sides are full of asymmetrical beauty, and the differences reveal a unified design style. There is also an annex building built on the high platform next to the west building, which is very exquisite.

Large pieces of glass are used on the front of the villa, forming a whole layer of glass exterior wall. A sunroom with a glass roof was even specially built.

Every day when the sun rises, the haze in the house is swept away and filled with the warmth of the sun.

Such a fairy-tale style, luxurious and classical villa, coupled with a large courtyard around it, is naturally surrounded by rumors.

This is also one of the reasons why Azuma Kuonji hates humans. She will never accept that her home, which is full of memories of her and her mother, is slandered by humans.

"jingle!"

Pushing open the thick wooden door, what comes into view is a dim and empty hall. Only the faint moonlight shines through the skylight, bringing a ray of light.

This is one of the most profound images in Youzhu's heart. This villa witnessed her happiest childhood.

The mother's gentle call and the father's caring yet sad gaze are sealed here along with the memory.

But this remembrance lasted only a few seconds before disappearing, because a girl who had been waiting anxiously and sitting on the stairs with gritted teeth jumped out.

"It's too late! What's wrong with you today?"

A roar full of vitality interrupted Youzhu's trance, and a beautiful and tall figure ran down the dark stairs and strode towards her.

"I've been waiting for two hours. Do you know how worried I am about your situation, Youzhu?"

A familiar feeling of trouble came over her. She couldn't stand her roommate's excessive energy, which was totally out of place with the atmosphere of the mansion.

She really hoped that the other person could be more ladylike and calm, instead of making a fuss all day long.

"Instead of worrying about me, why don't you examine yourself, Qingzi." Youzhu closed his eyes dissatisfiedly and walked towards the bathroom.

The coat was already dirty from the battle, and Youzhu couldn't bear to move around the house in dirty clothes.

"If you have anything to say, wait until I come out and talk."

After leaving behind these words, the dark witch disappeared around the corner, leaving behind Aozaki Aoko who was so angry that she was jumping up and down.

"That guy is so self-willed. I really admire her."

But Aoko could only talk about it. In reality, she had no way to deal with her roommate. In this Western-style mansion, she was at a disadvantage.

But soon, the anger on Qingzi's face disappeared, leaving only a slight worry.

"Something really happened to Youzhu today." Qingzi crossed her arms and recalled Youzhu's appearance just now: "There were stains and scratches on her clothes, and her hair was a little messy."

The most noticeable thing is the pungent smell of blood.

"Youzhu, what on earth are you..." Qingzi muttered worriedly.

The waiting time was not long, only about twenty minutes.

Surprisingly, Kuonji Yuzu is someone who doesn't like taking baths.

She took a bath just to remove dirt and odor, so it was quick, and now she and Aoko were in the living room together.

After taking a bath and wearing home clothes, Youzhu no longer had the dangerous aura she had during the battle. Now she had a calm and elegant temperament, which showed her identity as a young lady.

"Hey, Arizuka, what did you do today?" Aozaki Aoko, who was sitting on the sofa, asked first.

She was already feeling sleepy from staying up late today, but she was called to go to school to help those two idiots.

When I came back, I was so tired that I fell asleep directly on the sofa.

When I woke up, I saw only a lonely moon hanging in the sky, the room was pitch black, and there was no sign of human life.

I stood up and looked around, and an inexplicable feeling of emptiness and loneliness lingered in my heart.

"You usually come back before six in the evening, without any error. And you smelled of blood just now. Did you fight with someone?"

Aozaki Aoko is not someone who likes to beat around the bush. She went straight to the point, her bright eyes fixed on Youzhu.

By the way, there is also concern and worry about Youzhu's whereabouts.

"Could it be that we were ambushed by an outside magician?"

Youzhu shook his head: "As for fighting, he is indeed a difficult enemy, even though he is already dead."

"I set out because I sensed the barrier being touched. After tracking him for a while, I stopped him at the edge of the city."

Youzhu's eyes flickered, and the scene of the previous battlefield appeared before his eyes again.

Although the dust has settled now, she still needs to reflect on the shortcomings she exposed.

"He was probably the one who touched the Misaki Town barrier earlier. He should be able to rest now."

"You mean you killed the invading magician?" Aoko frowned.

Youzhu nodded, agreeing with this statement. With the level of that Dead Apostle, he could indeed invade Misaki Town silently.

The magician I'd been tracking down before was probably him. I just didn't know why he'd popped up this time.

"But it doesn't matter, they're all dead anyway," Youzhu thought.

But contrary to common people's expectations, Qingzi did not relax just because she no longer had to track down the invaders.

"Are you kidding me, Yuju? Are you going to break your promise?"

Instead, her expression turned cold, as if she was reprimanding a friend who had broken the law.

"Why didn't you call me? This isn't just your business. You should remember that we are jointly in charge of Misaki Town."

Aozaki Aoko felt ashamed of herself for scolding Arizuma, but she had to do it.

Whether in terms of status in human society or achievements as a magician, Kuonji Arizuma is ahead of her.

If you want to maintain equal communication in this situation, the only thing you can uphold is your own will and dignity.

You cannot rely on the other party, you cannot ask for help from the other party, even if there is a huge gap in strength, you must risk your life to implement your own ideas.

With this realization, Aoko is who she is today, not a subordinate or follower of the witch.

It is also because of this awareness that Kuonji Arizu respects Aoko's ideas, discusses everything with her, and does not make arbitrary decisions.

This is an invisible rule, but Youzhu violated it today.

“…” Kuonji Yuzu was silent.