In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

Facing them, however, countless pale, writhing monsters staggered in from all directions.

A woman with short red hair stood in front of Aoko.

"Don't rush, the magical puppet, the old man's puppet—Miss Aozaki Aoko."

"I will be your opponent!"

Chapter 147 Aozaki Aoko's Talent, Luvist's Friend

While it may seem like a grand battle, a closer look reveals that this mysterious offensive and defensive battle, meticulously prepared by Kuonji Arisu, was completely one-sided. To say it was like crushing ants might be an exaggeration, but describing it as an adult beating a child would be absolutely apt.

Although he was also secretly amazed by the mystery displayed by the little girl from the Kuonji family, he knew that in a pure magic duel, he would not be her match.

But Aozaki Touko wasn't too surprised by this.

The Aozaki family and the Kuonji family have a long-standing relationship, and Aozaki Touko and Arisu are also old acquaintances—their friendship has lasted longer than Arisu's friendship with Aoko, at least ten years.

Even if it only goes as far as acquaintance.

Yet they still have enough to have a basic understanding of each other.

Having witnessed the aftershocks of Lu Kang's previous fight with the 'Ancestor of the Dead Apostles'... Aozaki Touko knew that the level of mystery she was facing was still vastly different from Lu Kang's true power when he went all out.

The fleeting sense of oppression she had felt earlier left a deep impression on Orange, making her even more grateful for her choice to surrender for the second time.

With this guy around.

Maybe it really is possible...

"Orange, move aside!"

Faced with the red-haired woman's sudden obstruction, the JK girl with her long, flowing black hair took a deep breath and simply said, "I can give you anything you want later, but right now—"

She was not attached to the mark of the Aozaki family in her hands.

They also lack the conviction of a magician.

Ultimately, Aoko didn't understand magicians or family crests at all; she had never been taught such concepts in her life before.

These things didn't matter to her.

At this moment, the most important thing for her, and the only thing that mattered, was the danger her friend was in—she needed to help him!

"Ha ha ha ha..."

Orange, surrounded by strangely writhing doll-like monsters, suddenly grinned and laughed out loud.

Her smile was both alluring and terrifying.

She said:

"Are you pitying me, Aozaki Aoko?"

"They pity me for being abandoned by my family, for not being able to inherit the family legacy... They pity me for being entrusted with the hopes of the people, only to be abandoned by them—!?"

"But if you were really asked to give up magic, you wouldn't be willing to do so, right?"

It looks like it has bristled hair.

More like, he was enraged and embarrassed.

"I..."

Aoko was stunned.

She hadn't seen her genius older sister for many years.

In her memory, the woman named Aozaki Touko was always arrogant and confident. Apart from hearing from others that Touko suddenly caused a scene in the family on the day she was inexplicably designated as the heir of the Aozaki family and then disappeared, she never thought that Touko would have such an attitude.

Amidst the chilling laughter.

Orange raised her hand and suddenly brushed aside the bangs that were partially obscuring her vision.

She revealed a pair of eerie eyes with a ghostly blue hue.

Those eyes didn't match the dark eyes that Qingzi remembered Orange from.

That is--

"Magic Eye!"

With a loud crash, Aoko abruptly shifted her stance to the side, and the area where she had been standing seemed to be under immense pressure under Orange's 'magic eye's' gaze, with cracks appearing on the ground and causing it to crumble.

Ultimately, Aozaki Touko's true name, "Heavy Mystic Eyes," is not inherently capable of prying and analyzing, but rather of projecting. Its basic abilities are charm and control—and even more so, "suppression."

After being modified by her Grand-level doll manufacturing technology.

Aside from its additional function of deciphering mysteries.

It also allows us to directly overwhelm the enemy with the accumulated weight!

As Aoko dodged to the side, her knees bent, and although she managed to avoid the gravel, her stockings beneath her skirt were still scratched by the pebbles, leaving a deep gash that dripped with thick blood. She looked at Orange, who had tossed her hair aside, and knew that nothing she said would make a difference.

No matter what anyone says, the woman named Aozaki Touko will not budge.

Then.

"Don't blame me for getting physical with you, Orange!"

Meanwhile, Kuonji Yuju is still suffering defeat after defeat.

The boy, who called himself 'Louis,' moved slowly, but he was still making progress.

Pale, dripping sweat, new familiars constantly being thrown out—crushed, torn apart, severed, dissolved.

Having exhausted all means is secondary.

The real problem is the depletion of magic power.

Aoko could see this. Although she was just a half-baked novice who couldn't even be called a magician, Aoko had been working hard to teach her the knowledge she lacked during her time with Aoko.

She still understands some common sense.

She could still see some of the superficial problems.

and so.

There is no time.

"You're going to attack me?"

Orange scoffed: "If you can do it, then give it a try."

"Don't think that just because you inherited the mysterious mark from that old man, you can wield the power of magic at will—a half-baked person is still a half-baked person, and an outsider will always remain an outsider."

"You're nothing but a puppet the old man raised, a tool to continue the magic of the next generation..."

"You don't even deserve to be called a 'human being,' you should just obediently get back into that old box!"

It's almost like having a dual personality.

Orange, without her glasses, displayed a sharp and sarcastic edge that even frightened and astonished Beowulf, the Golden Wolf who had been hiding nearby and dared not show his true colors in front of Lu Kang.

Amidst such mocking voices.

Countless bizarre dolls, supported by twisting human limbs, leaped into the air. Aoko took a deep breath—her pretty face instantly tightened, and her carefree demeanor vanished in the blink of an eye, replaced by seriousness and solemnity.

It's an unprecedentedly tense posture!

Boom!

Like a thunderclap, or a cannonball bursting from the barrel, igniting a blazing inferno.

The girl named Aozaki Aoko did not recite any mysterious incantations or use any pre-prepared magic techniques. She simply raised her upper arm, folded it, and tightened it as she bent over, then pulled her fist back and pushed it out using the force of her tightened joints!

A surge of powerful magic erupted from his palm, grazing the air amidst the flowing blue light—and struck the puppet.

Smash it directly, then pierce through it!

Like a shooting star, it brushed past Orange's face and landed in the dense jungle behind her.

"!?"

Orange's eyes widened, caught off guard.

What she was seeing was not beyond her understanding as a Grand Magician, but it was beyond her common sense as an older sister.

In her mind, Aoko shouldn't have any mysterious talents at all...

In fact, her common sense was not wrong.

Aoko truly lacks any magical talent; she simply possesses an extremely strong ability to manipulate magic and has a very high quality of magic—she has been receiving instruction from Ayumi for two months, and so far has only learned the simplest way to release magic.

But simplicity does not equate to weakness.

Her magic was devastating, no less so than that of ordinary high magic.

While Orange was still in a daze, Aoko took the opportunity to jump out of the encirclement of dolls. The moment Orange came to her senses, Aoko had already leaped towards Yuzu.

"She's courting death!"

Seeing this, Orange's lips curled into an even colder smile.

At this time, Lu Kang also advanced to Kuonji Yuju's side almost simultaneously.

Yuzhu retreated again and again; behind her was already the gate of the mansion.

With the sun high in the sky and temperatures reaching tens of thousands of degrees Celsius, the girl's face was not only pale, but also flushed with a scorching red.

Lu Kang's hand, raised in the sunlight, just barely touched her presence, her figure.

The boy's gaze fell.

The girl's figure was almost pressed into his embrace, but she still gritted her teeth and persevered.

"Yuzhu, lie down!"

At this critical moment, Aoko's voice reached their ears.

Yuzhu was stunned for a moment.

Lu Kang looked up and saw the JK girl who had jumped out of the orange doll army's encirclement leap down—an elbow strike carrying immense magical power crashed down on him!

Then, under Lu Kang's strange gaze...

It crashed into the outer wall of the mansion at extremely high speed, and fell face-first into the mud with a thud.

Yuzhu remained silent.

Orange's cold smile froze.

Lu Kang burst out laughing.

"Are you putting on some kind of circus act, Miss Aoko?"

Aoko, whose legs were twitching, pulled her head out of the wall: "Why aren't you doing anything, you bastard?"

She was aggressive, clearly aiming her attack at the direction Lu Kang was about to swing his hand—but she misjudged the situation?

"Oh, you mean this?"

Lu Kang glanced at his raised palm, then casually waved it to dispel the thousands of degrees of 'fire' blazing like a solar corona before him: "I'm just doing a simple warm-up."

"Who said I was going to take action?"

"I knew my purpose from the very beginning—I just wanted to get into this mansion, nothing more!"

As he said this, he glanced at Kuonji Yuzu, who had been stubbornly refusing to back down despite his relentless pressure and was now almost completely pressed against him because of Aoko's sudden 'attack'. Looking at her exquisitely fair face, which was as white as snow beneath her thick, jet-black hair, as deep as the night, his meaning was self-evident.

The front of the girl's long dress clung tightly to her body, revealing full, undulating curves. The black silk fabric creased her chest with subtle wrinkles. As she breathed rapidly, her waist arched involuntarily, and her ankles, encased in pure white stockings, were visible beneath the hem of her dress—still trembling slightly from the depletion of her magic.

"Huh? You're not planning to defeat Aoko?" Aoko was taken aback.

"Why should I defeat her?" Lu Kang let his free hand fall to his side. "Don't forget, you guys attacked first."

"So, this is a misunderstanding?" Aoko blinked.

The pearl remained silent.

This idiot.

They actually believed it?

"Of course it's a misunderstanding." Lu Kang nodded.

"As I've already said, once I enter this building, there will be a mark that proves my identity..."