A Villain's Journey Begins in the Type-Moon World

“I deliberately made a lot of noise for a long time, but the other party didn’t even show up... Either the other party is very patient, or they are not in this cave at all.”

After analyzing the situation, Circe turned her gaze to Medea: "Your magical skills surpass mine in certain areas. Why don't you sense if that guy is still lurking nearby?"

However, Medea remained silent and made no move in the face of Circe's demands.

Circe frowned, questioning with displeasure, "What? Even you can't find any trace of him?"

Medea could only nod awkwardly. Her magic was now completely locked up by that strange seal, and without the support of magic, she could not "make her words come true" as usual.

At this moment, she could only rely on drawing magic circles with her bare hands to draw upon the surrounding magic and perform magic. Unfortunately, her hands were now firmly bound, making it impossible for her to even complete the most basic drawing motions.

Worse still, he absolutely could not let Circe know his current state!

Otherwise, given her shrewdness and understanding of herself, this aunt would probably immediately guess her purpose in coming to this ley line—to restore her magic in order to continue her plan to destroy the singularity.

In order to prevent himself from destroying the singularity, Circe will definitely stop him from regaining his magic power at all costs, and may even take advantage of his inability to activate his magic power to send him back to Valhalla!

"Tsk, forget it! Since we can't find him, we'll just have to take a gamble!" Circe was clearly getting impatient, and his tone became decisive. "Although I don't understand what kind of trick that guy played by capturing us and then disappearing, I don't want to miss such a good chance to escape!"

The next second, Circe began to chant a short incantation in a low voice, and a flash of magical light appeared around her.

The ropes binding her seemed to come alive, loosening and falling off on their own.

Circe landed lightly on the ground, stretched her stiff limbs, and was about to leave this dangerous place immediately when she was surprised to find Medea still bound in the same spot, motionless.

"Hey?! What are you up to?" Circe stopped and turned back to stare at Medea suspiciously. "Why aren't you untied yet? Planning to stay here for the New Year?"

Medea's heart tightened upon hearing Circe's question.

I mustn't expose my inability to cast spells! Medea thought to herself, then forced herself to calm down and quickly fabricated a plausible excuse, coldly saying:

"Do you think everyone is as reckless as you? Who knows if this is a trap set by the other party? Maybe that person is hiding in the shadows, waiting for you to run away, and then 'treat' you properly."

"You!" Circe was taken aback, then retorted angrily, "Don't you know how to team up with me to deal with that mysterious Servant? I might not be able to defeat him alone, but with the two of us together, surely we can take him down?"

"Join forces?" Medea chuckled mockingly, as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world. "Aunt Circe... don't you think this suggestion is absurd? Right now, what you probably want most is for me to die immediately and return to the Throne of Heroes, right?"

Her gaze sharpened, her voice laced with probing: "Perhaps your so-called alliance is just a pretense, your real purpose being to seize the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to me when you fight that guy... Am I right, my dear aunt?"

Surprisingly, Circe did not fly into a rage as before when faced with Medea's accusations.

The angry expression on her face vanished instantly, replaced by an unsettling, sinister smile that carried the air of a smug triumph.

"Oh dear~ you saw through me?" Her voice suddenly turned sweet and dangerous. "As expected, this level of acting isn't enough to fool my clever little Medea, is it?"

"Tch..." Medea's heart sank, and she cursed inwardly. Like attracts like; she knew her aunt's methods all too well.

“However, little Medea,” Circe said, slowly approaching and scrutinizing her immobile niece with a sharp, venomous gaze, “something you’ve been doing since just now has struck me as very, very strange.”

"Logically speaking, you should also be thinking of eliminating a traitor like me. So, from this moment until now, I've been on guard against any deadly move you might unleash at any time."

Upon hearing this, Medea's pupils contracted sharply, a strong sense of foreboding gripping her: "What...what are you trying to say?"

Chapter 538 The Game Between Two Witches (Part 2)

"What do I want to say?" Circe's lips curled into a cold smile. "What I want to say is that from just now until now... I haven't been able to sense even the slightest fluctuation of your own magic power within you..."

"Just how could you hide so flawlessly, completely deceiving even my senses..."

She narrowed her eyes and uttered the most dangerous guess, word by word: "Or is it that... you are actually unable to perform magic for some reason?"

Medea's heart pounded like a drum, her heart churning with turmoil, but her long-cultivated restraint allowed her to maintain a facade of cold composure, even retorting, "Oh? Is that so? Then why don't you take a guess?"

"Oh dear, that bluffing tone... Little Medea, you're clearly feeling guilty."

Circe's smile grew colder. She gracefully raised one hand, and above her palm, a fist-sized fireball radiating intense heat materialized out of thin air, its orange-red light instantly illuminating her calculating face.

“Besides, verifying this is actually very simple,” Circe said, toying with the fireball in her hand, her tone as casual as if discussing the weather. “You shouldn’t be unable to withstand such a low-level fireball spell, right? My dear little niece?”

A chilling sense of despair instantly overwhelmed Medea. Oh no! The situation was utterly dire! Not only was her current state likely already known to her, but what chilled her to the bone even more was the pure, icy killing intent she sensed in Circe's eyes and from that fireball!

Circe was not merely testing me! She genuinely intended to use this opportunity to completely eliminate me!

"Could it be... that everything is going to end here?" Medea closed her eyes as she watched the blazing fireball, carrying an aura of destruction, getting closer and closer to her face. The shadow of death instantly enveloped her.

"Whoosh—Bang!"

Just at the critical moment, a thick vine shot out from nowhere and lashed the fireball like a whip! The fireball exploded into a shower of sparks.

The vine continued its momentum, whistling sharply as it went, aiming straight for Circe's body like a venomous snake!

"Tsk! You guessed wrong? Little Medea, you've really kept your tricks hidden!"

Circe reacted extremely quickly, lightly touching the ground with his toes, and his figure retreated like a ghost, narrowly avoiding the lash of the vines.

At the same time, she flipped her wrist, and a uniquely shaped magic wand appeared out of thin air in her hand, which she swung without hesitation at the pursuing vines!

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—bang bang bang!"

Several dazzling, sharp beams of magic shot out from the tip of the wand, striking the vines precisely.

The fragile plant fibers were no match for the pure magical impact and were instantly shattered, with broken branches and leaves flying everywhere.

However, before Circe could regain his footing, the entire cave suddenly erupted with dazzling light! On the rough stone walls all around, intricate and precise magic circles, shimmering with different colors, suddenly lit up as if they were alive!

Those intricate and mysterious magic patterns, nested layer upon layer, were so precise and complex that even genius magicians like Circe and Medea, who were born in the age of gods, were moved and secretly awestruck by them.

What made Circe's hair stand on end was that the moment the magic circle lit up, she felt as if she were being locked onto by countless invisible, cold killing intents!

Each killing intent came from a terrifying magic attack. If she dared to make any further moves, these pent-up attacks would overwhelm her like a torrential downpour!

"Clap clap clap..."

A crisp, abrupt applause echoed through the cave, carrying a hint of playful appreciation.

"What a magnificent show! As expected of two renowned witches from the mythological era, they seem determined to fight to the death the moment they meet."

A melodious yet cold female voice came from the shadows at the deepest part of the cave.

"It's a pity that you two are both excellent 'materials' that I carefully selected. I would be very distressed if you were to waste each other like this without any value."

The shadows shifted, and a figure slowly walked out.

"So it was you, you bastard, who knocked me out and tied me up?!"

Seeing that the person in question had finally shown up, Circe immediately turned her anger towards the newcomer, her previous frustration and rage surging up again. She demanded sharply:

"You cowardly coward, who are you?! What do you want with us here?!"

"Me?" The newcomer chuckled softly, calmly stepping out of the shadows to reveal his true form.

A girl with delicate, doll-like features and long, flowing golden hair appeared in their line of sight. The newcomer was none other than Ayaka Sajō.

She wore an innocent smile, as if she were talking about something extremely ordinary.

"Just a passing caster~ As for my purpose..." She paused, her smile deepening, but her eyes held a cold indifference. "Didn't I just say? I plan to sacrifice two outstanding casters to accomplish my great feat."

"I need to extract your souls to perform divine magic, summoning the monster [beast6], the symbol of ultimate calamity, into this world~"

Although Ayaka Sajou had already successfully summoned the Beast of 666, that did not stop her from continuing to use that name to intimidate her prey.

As expected, upon hearing Sajō Aika's almost insane declaration, Circe and Medea's expressions changed drastically at the same time!

"Damn it! Are all magicians crazy these days?!" Circe was so angry she almost jumped up and down, and couldn't help but curse. "Little Medea was like that, and now you've come along! You guys won't feel right until you completely destroy the world, will you?!"

Circe felt utterly absurd, wondering what kind of bad luck he had had to keep running into these madmen who wanted to blow up the world like fireworks!

As for Medea, although Aika Sajou's ultimate goal of destroying the world is "in line" with her inner plan to some extent, it does not mean that she is willing to become a sacrifice in someone else's plan!

Moreover, deep within her heart, there was an unresolved obsession burning... Before that obsession was eliminated, she did not want the world to end, nor did she want to perish so quickly.

“Hey! Little Medea!” Circe’s voice interrupted Medea’s thoughts.

Although Circe hated Medea to the core, with a formidable enemy at hand, feeling the immense magical power emanating from Sajou Aika and the deadly threat posed by the magic arrays poised to unleash their power on the stone wall, Circe knew that she could hardly handle the situation alone.

She suppressed all personal grudges and shouted rapidly, "Judging from your expression, you don't want to obediently lie down and become a sacrifice to fulfill her grand ambition of destroying the world, do you? In that case, let's put aside all grudges and join forces to deal with this madwoman first! What do you say?!"

"I..." Medea groaned inwardly. Of course, she wanted to agree, as it was their only chance of survival. But the cruel reality was that she was powerless to help; going up would only be a hindrance.

"Hehehe..." Sajō Aika let out a string of silvery laughs, her voice filled with the pleasure of maliciously exposing her. "Circe, Circe, you expect her to help you? How naive. Aren't you curious why I deliberately intervened to block your fireball for her?"

She leisurely observed the expressions of the two witches, slowly uncovering the scars Medea was desperately trying to hide:

"You don't know yet, do you? Medea... has a strange seal placed inside her body. Under this seal, she can't mobilize even a single bit of her magic power to perform magic!"

"In other words, unless she is given enough time and freedom to slowly inscribe complex magic circles, she is essentially no different from an ordinary human girl who is powerless to even kill a chicken!"

Sajō Aika's gaze coiled around Medea like a venomous snake, filled with blatant mockery: "Like now, bound by an ordinary rope, you're completely useless! You can't even do something as simple as untying yourself!"

"What?! Medea, is what she said true?!" Circe turned her head sharply, staring at Medea in shock.

She had indeed suspected Medea of ​​acting and playing tricks, which was why she used the fireball spell to test her. But she never expected that Medea had become so weak that she had lost even the most basic magical abilities.

Faced with the revelation of this cruel truth, all of Medea's explanations seemed pale and powerless. She simply bit her lower lip tightly, lowered her head deeply, and remained silent as a cold stone. No words were needed; her posture spoke volumes.

"Damn it!"

Seeing Medea's resigned expression, Circe felt a surge of anger rising to her head and couldn't help but curse again:

"You were putting on such a show in front of me just now... Now that you've been exposed, you can't even keep your mouth shut? What a useless coward who's only good at bullying his own kind!"

She spat fiercely, her frustration and anger almost overflowing.

The situation was now crystal clear: hoping for Medea's help was wishful thinking. To survive, she had to face this unfathomable, mad Caster who claimed to summon a monstrous beast, all alone in this perilous cave!

Chapter 539 But I Refusal

"What? You seem to be planning to go alone?"

Sajō Aika said with a slightly sarcastic tone:

"If I can beat you once, I can beat you a second time, a third time. I advise you not to put up a futile resistance."

"Hmph! If you hadn't ambushed me, how could I have lost to you in a magic battle... It's just a magic circle that was set up in advance, isn't it? It's not like I haven't encountered it before!"

With a loud shout, Circe charged toward Sajou Ayaka, waving his wand and creating countless beams of magical light that collided with the incoming magical beams.

"Boom boom boom boom boom!"

Explosions continued to ring out, and inside the cave, Sajou Aika and Circe moved at high speed, parrying each attack.

The two were evenly matched for a time, neither able to gain the upper hand, and the two remained deadlocked.

This surprised even Saya Ayaka. Despite her preparations, Circe managed to break through the barrage of attacks and face her directly.

"The magicians of the Age of Gods are indeed all extraordinary. Fortunately, Medea is now crippled, otherwise I might really lose to these two in a magic battle."

Sajou Aika made a judgment in her mind, and then simply stopped pretending. During one of her retreats, she deliberately delayed her retreat, revealing an opening that allowed Circe to get closer to her.

Circe fell for the trap and charged forward using Eagle Wings, intending to take down Sajyo Ayaka with her close-combat skills.

"Clap clap clap!"

"Ouch!"

However, the result was that Ayaka Sajou, with strength and speed no less than that of a top-tier melee Servant, instantly struck Circe in the face, knocking him unconscious and taking him down.

"This...this isn't a magic battle at all! You bastard disguised as a Caster!" Circe shouted, having been captured again and regaining her senses.

"Disguise? Ha! What an ignorant accusation, dear Ms. Circe."

Sajō Aika flicked her wrist lightly, as if knocking out a goddess of the Age of Gods was as easy as dusting off a spectacle.

The innocent smile on her face contrasted sharply with Circe, who was now firmly bound by vines and struggling angrily.

"A magician's methods are ever-changing. Who says a caster can't have a strong physique? Limiting your knowledge to a single area is precisely your biggest weakness."

"Among the casters I know, there are three who possess considerable melee combat abilities."

Having said that, she ignored Circe's furious glare, which was almost spitting fire, and turned her gaze to Medea, who remained silent in the corner, seemingly deliberately concealing her presence.

Sajo Aika strolled over lightly, her long golden hair gleaming coldly in the shimmering light of the magic circle on the cave wall.

“As for you, Medea…” Aika bent down and spoke in a soft, almost whispered voice, but her fingertips held an undeniable force as she lifted Medea’s chin, forcing her to look directly into her eyes.

Those deep blue eyes held a blank indifference, yet deep within them lurked a whirlpool of danger.

"Your silence perfectly confirms my suspicions. Maintaining this humiliating facade must be quite difficult, right?"

Sajō Aika's lips curled into a slight smile as she said mockingly:

"Watching your aunt, whom you consider a traitor, charge into battle like a fool, only to be easily subdued and suffer a setback... you're probably secretly pleased, aren't you? After all, if your aunt really beats me, you won't have a good ending."

"It's a pity that this smug feeling will soon be gone. I've won, but your fate won't be any better... After all, you're just an ordinary person now, unable to control your own destiny."

"What you really wanted was for me to die together with her, right? Too bad, your aunt disappointed you~ Am I right?"

Medea's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly, but her face remained as calm as still water.