Magician in Type-Moon

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"Is this the cinema owned by Your Excellency Baruyeletta—Ms. Inolei?"

"Yes, I acquired a state-of-the-art cinema, and one of the theaters is exclusively for my family. Just show them your ticket, and they'll probably show whatever movie you want. Haha, I've always wanted my own private movie theater."

"Wouldn't Your Excellency Tramberg feel uncomfortable engaging in overly conspicuous economic activities in the public sphere?"

Lord Balyeleta waved gently, then turned and disappeared into the rain.

Her presence and figure vanished together, and only after she had completely disappeared did Hartres smile gently.

"Lady Baruyeleta loves new things. I'm grateful that she's willing to take care of people like me who are just there to fill in, but she'll soon drag people down with her. She doesn't mean any harm; this trait naturally comes from the clock tower itself."

Hartres said in a low voice.

The boy looked at him with a puzzled expression, his brows furrowing slightly: "Does she mean she's openly plotting a conspiracy? I find that hard to believe."

Hartres smiled slightly:

"Actually, that's not entirely true. When we talk about conspiracies, we often think of scheming and setting traps, but Lord Balyeleta would not intentionally frame others."

She relied more on intuition and interest, constantly exploring and seeking opportunities that might be advantageous and interesting to her. In her eyes, power was a game, and she played it with great skill.

The boy nodded, but he still had some questions.

"She is familiar with power; one could even say that power is ingrained in her blood."

Hartres continued:

"She neither craves power nor is she bound by it; on the contrary, she wields it with remarkable ease. For her, the act of arriving without warning, posing questions, and probing each other's positions, as just as it did earlier, is as natural as breathing."

The boy listened quietly, but felt an indescribable heaviness in his heart.

However, suddenly, he asked:

"Teacher, don't you feel resentful?"

“What?” Hartres turned his head, his gaze gentle.

"What she just said..."

The boy hesitated slightly, not daring to directly express his doubts.

"Her tone was somewhat like she was confirming that 'the power of life and death is in my hands.' Even if she didn't mean any harm, the way she did it sounded like a potential threat to us."

Hartres remained silent for a moment, then a wry smile appeared on his lips.

"Because in this situation, I, as an entity without any support, am the real alien."

He said softly, “Magicians have always been seen as relics of the past. Modern values ​​may see us as outcasts, but in any case, we were destined to be unequal from the very beginning.”

The boy remained silent for a while after hearing these words.

Hartres's words naturally align with the clock tower's theory.

In this place rife with power struggles, magic is not merely a passing down of skills; it represents the continuation of a social hierarchy.

From the moment of birth, the inheritance of magic determines an individual's fate. Only direct descendants can inherit magic, and the quantity and quality of magic circuits are predetermined from the start.

And that is why magicians have never been able to break free from the shackles of the past—they are beings defined by outdated forms.

“This is reality,” Hartres said in a low, calm voice. “We can’t change it, we can only accept it.”

Hartres turned his gaze to the street.

Looking around, few people would think this is a university town.

The predicament of modern magicians is so obvious.

Chapter 572 Attack and Concealment (4k)

When Matouchi arrived at the workshop following the clues, the Clock Tower Minerals Department campus had already been attacked.

The situation changed drastically; almost instantly, the entire building was destroyed, and the destruction on site far exceeded that of a typical magician's duel.

Just now, Reines Elmello Archizorti, Ferrat, and Spin were conducting an investigation in the library with a clear purpose—to find clues about Hartres and his disciples.

However, upon opening the doors to the library, they were greeted by billowing dust.

The buildings that were once school buildings are now ruins, with rubble scattered all over the ground and remnants deeply embedded in the walls and ground that still retain some of their original appearance.

The scene at that moment felt incredibly unreal, as if one were in another world.

Reines glanced around and felt a chill run down her spine.

Battles between magicians are not uncommon. Although the Clock Tower, as a mysterious organization, advocates secrecy, combat is not strictly prohibited and is sometimes even secretly encouraged as a reason for training.

Even so, the devastating attack still shocked her. It was undoubtedly a great magic trick; a powerful, mysterious force easily broke through the original barrier and destroyed the surrounding buildings. Its power was like tearing through thin paper, almost unstoppable.

"—Wait, wait, wait a minute, what is this, little Reines!" Ferrat was the first to react, his tone filled with shock and tension.

His gaze swept quickly across the rubble, trying to make sense of the chaotic situation before him.

Reines frowned, looking at his almost naturally exposed expression of shock, and couldn't help but reply:

“That’s unexpected. Knowing your personality, I thought you would be excited and say something like, ‘Wow, that’s amazing!’ or ‘This is the first time I’ve encountered something like this!’” Her tone was slightly sarcastic, but not malicious.

Ferrat, however, did not show the expected ease; he replied seriously:

"Because there's a huge problem in El-Melloi classroom! Everyone might be injured, how could I say something like that!"

His voice was filled with anxiety and unease.

Reines was taken aback upon hearing this.

She understood that Ferrat was so serious because this sudden attack was not only an extraordinary battle for him, but also a threat to the place he cherished.

As a teenager with different common sense, his emotions appear particularly genuine when faced with this unexpected situation.

“…You’re right. I’m sorry.” Reines sighed and gave a bitter smile.

Indeed, Ferrat was that kind of boy.

He was so extraordinary, even beyond the ordinary magician, that he cherished this place.

As Reines pondered these thoughts, her thought process gradually began to take shape.

“Ferrat, go and contact everyone and arrange for them to take refuge. If possible, include my brother as well. Spin, you and Tolim Maw will serve as my guards. Come with me.”

“Eek! How can that be! I want to come with you and the dog too!” Flat said.

“No, we should do as the ‘princess’ says now.” Spence, who called Reines by her nickname, nodded in agreement.

The next moment, Ferrat quickly raised his hand and sprinted away.

Although he wasn't as fast as Spencer, he was still a force to be reckoned with. As he ran, he casually struck up conversations with other students he encountered in the aisle and promptly led the way for them.

It is this relaxed and natural temperament that allows Ferrat to quickly convey urgent information to others in a seemingly casual way, no matter how chaotic the situation.

Reines couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for this ability, after all, it was not easy to do so under extremely tense circumstances.

"Torium, switch to autonomous defensive stance." Reines's command was brief and forceful.

Tolimamat reacted immediately, nodding slightly. Her body silently melted, transforming into a silver, slime-like object.

That was her defensive form, which could quickly form a barrier in a crisis to protect Reines from any harm.

Although it was just in case, this preventative measure seemed absolutely necessary. The two walked side by side, their steps steady and powerful.

At the same time, Spencer suddenly squinted, his gaze fixed on the dust-covered area ahead.

That deep gaze seemed to be probing for some unknown aura. As his magic surged, the surrounding air seemed to vibrate as well.

The pale, flame-like magic was so intense that even the surrounding magicians could sense it.

The magic expanded along his unique magical trajectory, as if it had come to life, carrying a beast-like aura, and gradually revealing claws and fangs.

That's the magic of the Grashuette family, bestial magic.

Although magic itself is sometimes feared by many because it is too wild, impulsive, and may even cause magicians to go berserk, it was used to its fullest extent in Spencer's generation.

Each burst of his magic brought an extraordinary and intense impact; the instantaneous explosive power and the resulting amplification of sensations far exceeded that of ordinary enhancement magic.

Reines knew that the power of this magic also proved Spencer's ability.

Although she had some suspicions about the help her adoptive brother had given her, Spencer's magical talent was already evident from the fact that he became the youngest person to hold the position in the El-Melloi classroom.

“There’s a smell.” Spencer’s voice was low, as if he were whispering to the air.

Compared to his usual calm demeanor, his tone now carried a hint of urgency.

His steps were unusually light amidst the ruins, each step seemingly landing precisely in the gaps between the rubble.

He even managed to clear away several larger pieces of rubble with one hand, his movements so swift and almost imperceptible. With the activation of his bestial magic, his sense of smell became exceptionally acute, and no faint scent escaped his notice.

In this dusty ruin, Spencer continued forward without hesitation.

His movements were swift and decisive, as if his body had become one with the surrounding environment.

The broken rubble and charred walls no longer seemed like obstacles, but rather part of his path forward.

The interior of the old school building was even more severely damaged; the once magnificent buildings are now just ruins.

The walls were charred black, and the air was thick with the heat of the fire. The windows were shattered, and the scattered shards of glass gleamed coldly. The ground was littered with broken bricks and tiles.

That terrifying power not only destroyed the barrier, but also the building itself.

Even the barrier that had once withstood tornadoes proved so fragile in the face of this attack.

The windows were all shattered, and the walls were charred black, demonstrating just how brutal the attack was.

"Rather than describing it as complete destruction... it's more accurate to say that the other party possesses this level of destructive power."

Spencer’s tone was calm, but his eyes betrayed a hint of wariness.

Clearly, he had sensed that this attack was not the work of an ordinary magician.

Reines's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and her heart pounded. She understood everything in an instant.

Boundary Recording Tape - Servant.

This is a power that no ordinary magician could wield.

She took a deep breath, suppressed the tremor in her heart, and quickly regained her composure.

She and Spence navigated around the collapsed spiral staircase, relying on their enhanced nerves and quick reflexes, holding onto the walls as they carefully made their way forward.

Take each step carefully to avoid tripping over broken walls or rubble.