Magician in Type-Moon

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The magic flowing within her, supported by a long history, easily surpasses that of dozens of ordinary magicians.

"Soon, we'll be able to cut through the barrier here. — See? It's open!"

Chapter 455 Whereabouts

With a creaking sound, the back door slowly opened.

In an instant, Luvia's expression twisted.

"……What's this?"

“This stench…” Bai Ruolong frowned, her voice rising slightly, “Although I’ve heard the Mafia is currently embroiled in conflict, but—”

The scene before him brought him to an abrupt halt.

The church was stained with blood, and corpses lay strewn about, their deaths gruesome. Even in Monaco, a city renowned for its excellent security, such a massacre is unimaginable.

Even more bizarrely, most of the dead were armed, and half of the corpses even underwent a bestial mutation.

"A battle—no, it was almost a one-sided massacre." Bai Ruolong slowly scanned the entire scene, her voice low. "It happened about one or two days ago. It seems that even the stench of corpses was blocked because of the barrier."

Fourteen corpses.

Judging from the wounds, almost all of them involved multiple bullets piercing the head or chest.

"Gunshot... The cause of death was undoubtedly a bullet wound."

Bai Ruolong squatted down to examine it carefully, her brows furrowing more and more tightly.

"This really doesn't seem like a magician's technique."

"Is that monarch among us?" he asked, looking up.

Luvia carefully examined the body, and finally shook her head.

"No."

“In that case, either they ran away, or…” Bai Ruolong’s words came to an abrupt halt.

But Luvia had already understood his unspoken meaning.

"They were taken away by the attackers, right?"

Bai Ruolong stepped toward the church altar.

Before the body of the priest lying to the side, he bowed slightly and then slowly turned the body over.

"Laptop?"

The corpse was tightly clutching an electronic device in its arms.

It appears that the victim was shot dead on the spot while trying to escape.

"For now... there's still electricity."

Bai Ruolong tapped a few keys on the keyboard, and the next moment, his expression suddenly changed.

"Hey Hey hey."

Luvia noticed something amiss and frowned slightly: "What did you discover?"

Bai Ruolong's tone revealed a hint of helplessness, and even some annoyance:

"Magicians have incredibly complex security measures for their magic tricks, but their technological safeguards are riddled with loopholes... I just randomly tried '1234' and logged in directly. Are they kidding me?"

"Is this, like this?"

Luvia blatantly averted her gaze, coughed twice, and tried to conceal her subtle expression.

Bai Ruolong stopped teasing and quickly browsed the files in her notebook.

His gaze slid across the screen, and after a moment, he said in a low voice:

"The mafia here were originally underground magic dealers... They dealt in cursed bodies, costumes, intelligence, and even modern weapons. Those guys from the 'fake zoo' were doing similar business."

“If that’s the case, then they’re not bad magic merchants,” Luvia commented casually. “They’re a bit of a disgrace as magicians, but the elixirs they sell are quite effective.”

Bai Ruolong scoffed, "Perhaps this is what your family is truly good at."

The Edelfelt family, known as "the most beautiful hyenas in the world," has always been ruthless and shrewd in their business dealings within the magic world, and this trading model does indeed bear some resemblance to theirs.

Luvia shrugged nonchalantly and continued, “Experts know their stuff, and everyone knows what they’re doing. But you can’t just expand this kind of business without restraint. To build a stable trading system, it’s crucial to eliminate bad influences. Although I’d ​​heard about these magic dealers in Monaco before, I never thought of investigating them specifically.”

“That makes sense.” Bai Ruolong nodded in agreement and continued typing on the keyboard.

As new data loaded onto the screen, his brows furrowed, and he murmured, "...Emiya Kiritsugu."

Luvia's eyes flickered slightly.

“It seems he’s a regular here.” Bai Ruolong tapped the screen, pointing to a series of old transaction records. “Although the transactions were all from ten years ago, the contents are quite astonishing—rocket launchers, explosives, the quantities he bought are outrageously large… Is this guy planning to start a war all by himself?”

Luvia chuckled softly: "Truly deserving of the title 'Magician Killer'."

She knew a little about the inside story of the Fourth Holy Grail War, so she wasn't surprised.

Bai Ruolong smiled wryly and continued flipping through the documents. Soon, his gaze stopped, and his voice paused slightly: "There is a specially treated transaction record here... Let me open it and take a look."

Luvia also came over.

However, the next second, her pupils contracted slightly.

"...The Origin Missile."

Bai Ruolong murmured the name, her gaze solemn.

The instructions in the document are very clear—

"This is a special Mystic Code made by Kiritsugu Emiya, the Magician Killer, who used his own ribs as raw material, ground them into powder, condensed them into a bullet core using Soul Engineering technology, and finally sealed it into the bullet."

“I once made a deal with the retired Kiritsugu Emiya, exchanging several pieces of important information, including the location of the Einzbern family, for which I only received three.”

Luvia's face darkened completely.

"What a bullet, so malicious to magicians..."

Upon seeing it, Luvia immediately realized what this formal attire truly meant.

Everyone present knew how significant it was for a magician to have their magic circuit disrupted.

It not only affects the individual, but sometimes it can even have a huge negative impact on the future of their descendants.

Protecting magic circuits is, in a sense, the most sacred responsibility and obligation for a magician.

After looking at other data, Bai Ruolong stood up.

Opposite the baptismal tray is the confessional.

Confession, in other words, is a place created for repentance.

It was a small wooden room right next to the wall in the church.

The rule of confession is that believers and priests enter the small room through their respective doors and talk through small windows designed so that they cannot see each other's faces.

After entering through the door used by the priest.

"This is it."

He reached out and pushed, and the previously sealed wall shook slightly, revealing a hidden door leading to a secret space.

Luvia approached and peered inside: "This... is the magic merchant's showroom?"

The small room was completely empty.

It was just an empty shell inside.

Judging from the dust, this place was once filled with all sorts of valuable items, but now it has been completely looted.

The brown-skinned youth approached the shattered glass box at the very back, his gaze hardening as he asserted.

"The Origin Missile must have been stored here."

Luvia's heart sank; she had realized the worst-case scenario.

"That is to say..."

Bai Ruolong nodded slowly, her voice low:

"The one who stole the Origin Missile also kidnapped the monarch of the Astrophysics Department."

Chapter 456 Perhaps

On the "Deadline Pleasure Boat" overlooking the Monaco night view—

A gentle breeze caresses the outermost edge of the terrace.

The enormous cruise ship remains anchored in the harbor; however, even its sheer size cannot completely counteract the slight swaying of the sea.

The ship seemed to be somewhat puzzled by the sights of this city that never sleeps, swaying gently with the waves as if quietly appreciating everything before it.

Tonight, as always, the guests on board are adorned with jewels, the total value of which alone dwarfs several million dollars.

On a wicker chair on the terrace, a man dozed off with his eyes closed until a deep greeting came from behind him.

"Lord Van Fem, Monhache has arrived."

The speaker was one of the six sisters, Coopera. In her hands she held a beautifully curved bottle of white wine—Montrachet from Burgundy, a world-renowned vintage.

Van Fem opened his eyes slightly, took the wine glass, gently swirled it to release its rich aroma, and then a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

"Hmm, what a perfect drink for this evening. What do you think?"

Cooper remained calm, her tone as steady as ever: "If you want an accurate assessment, I need the entire bottle."

"no!"

Van Fem immediately hugged the bottle to his chest, exclaiming dramatically as if a sore spot had been touched: "These are the only three bottles of fine wine left!"

Cooper looked at him unwaveringly, ignoring his exaggerated reaction, and continued:

"More importantly, I received a report from my sister. Sure enough, the Monaco area, including the sea, has been corrupted by some kind of magical ritual."

Van Fem swirled his glass and smiled faintly: "For magic of this scale, the first thing that comes to mind is Kiz. It's most likely an arrangement he made before he died."

The red wine shimmered under the lamplight, and Van Fim gazed thoughtfully into the night through the liquid.