Magician in Type-Moon

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The priest-dressed man in front of me acted somewhat comically, but his aura subtly revealed a sense of danger.

Faced with Asagami Fujino's silence, this man in his early twenties with a sharp, Spanish-style face created an atmosphere of enthusiasm reminiscent of a movie actor.

"Hello, miss, I am Hansa Serbandis, this is my name."

The man's enthusiastic expression made him look like a street urchin seeking pleasure at midnight.

But considering that the person he was flirting with was only fifteen or sixteen years old, this was a heinous act that would land him in the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Asagami Fujino." After exchanging names, Fujino couldn't help but ask, "If there's nothing else, may I leave?"

Hansa shrugged and said to the girl in front of him:

"Sure, as long as you're willing to hand over that thing in your arms that's neither a cat nor a dog, you can leave."

"No way!" Asagami Fujino refused decisively.

"That's a real headache."

Father Hansa began pressing buttons on his phone at an unusual speed, typing an article while replying to the call.

Silence fell between the two sides once again.

"Fou, fuou! (Stop talking nonsense, can't we just finish this already!)"

The deadlock has been broken.

The priest sighed and said:

"Little girl, I think you don't know what you're holding in your arms, do you?"

The cold voice sent chills down Fujino's spine, even though she couldn't feel it at all.

"Xiao An is just Xiao An, she's nothing special!"

Fujino contradicted herself by saying this, but in the nearly two months she had lived with her adopted pet, she had indeed noticed that something was very wrong with it.

"Fu! Fufu, Fu? Fufu! (Yes! I'm not a thing, wait a minute? I am a thing!)"

“Miss, as a priest, I can tell you with absolute certainty that what it is might be a demon. Such a thing is synonymous with evil.”

Father Hansa explained somewhat helplessly that he really had no way to deal with this kind of little girl.

“But Xiao An hasn’t done anything out of line in the past two months,” Asagami Fujino persisted.

Hansa sighed deeply, glancing at Angra Mainyu, who was struggling in Asagami Fujino's arms, and muttered to himself.

"Seriously, this is my first job and I've already run into something like this. Looks like I have no choice but to take action."

But the moment he made his decision, something shot toward him silently and swiftly.

That was a bullet.

It is approaching with the force of a needle about to pierce the back of Hanseatic League’s head.

In the next instant, Hansa twisted his arm joint to an unusual angle, knocking the bullet down with the same speed and without a sound.

Throughout the entire process, Asagami Fujino had no idea what was happening.

But then he saw the priest in front of him suddenly do something strange.

At the same time, Hansa slowly turned in the direction from which the bullet had been fired.

A puzzled expression appeared on his face. The appearance of this bullet was too strange. It did not contain any killing intent, and the timing of its appearance was exactly when he was about to make a move.

The thought had only crossed his mind for 0.1 seconds when the bullet appeared in front of him, stopping him from attacking the girl in front of him.

It was as if he had been predicted; the other party knew better than he did when he would make his move.

So they fired the bullets ahead of time.

It's a bit exaggerated, but it's not something incomprehensible.

This situation can also occur when sparring with his master, but it is based on the fact that his master knows him very well.

Hansa turned around, a cross necklace hanging from his black coat, and squinted as he gazed in the direction from which the bullets had come.

There is a certain distance.

But Hansa's eyesight was still sharp enough to spot the man who was tucking his pistol inside his trench coat.

He had a head of dark blue curly hair, fair skin, and a slightly gloomy face.

He looks like a troublesome guy.

But since the other party did not attack him with murderous intent, the young Hansa himself was too lazy to cause trouble.

Waiting for the person to arrive, Hansa took out his phone again and started typing intently.

Before long, Matou Ike slowly walked up to the priest.

He was the one who just raised his gun and fired.

Upon receiving the message from Angra Mainyu, he immediately rushed over.

Matou Ike looked at the priest in front of him, who was focused on the phone he was holding tightly in his hand.

This guy seemed oblivious to the fact that he had already walked over, or perhaps he knew but didn't pay much attention.

"An agent of the Holy Church?" Matou Ike asked.

"Ah, oh, sorry, I didn't notice, I was busy replying to messages."

Hearing voices suddenly, Hansa realized that the person had already walked up to him.

Sigh, it's all the phone's fault.

After internally complaining about the dangers of cell phones, I looked up and observed the other person.

Sensing the fluctuations of magic, he must be a magician or something similar.

Furthermore, the fact that the other party immediately revealed their identity indicates that they have some understanding of the structure of the Holy Church.

They are either heretical magicians who are hostile to the Holy Church, or heirs of prominent magical families.

Neither of them is easy to deal with.

And the other person's body...

This was the second time Hansa had seen such a strange thing; the first time was with his own body.

This unusual constitution... seems comparable to my sanctified self.

However, it seems that the opponent is not a martial arts expert.

But it's always better to be cautious!

"Um..."

Just as Hansa was about to ask questions, a sudden notification sound interrupted his actions.

So the priest, now in a precarious situation, turned his attention back to his phone.

It's like nothing in the world is more interesting than playing on your phone.

Chapter 277 Conflict

The message coming through my phone was information about the man in front of me.

Hansa was a fighting machine; intelligence was never his forte.

But large corporations have their advantages; the Church's intelligence department provides services to these agents 24/7, 365 days a year.

It wasn't long after they saw Matou Pond that the church had already compiled information about it and sent it to Hansa's phone.

They even found relevant personnel, including Kotomine Ryougi, who had annotated this information.

Hansa looked at the detailed report.

The more I looked, the more frightened I became.

Because there were too many terms he couldn't understand.

The Holy Grail War? Heroic Spirits? Command Seals like Stigmata? An all-powerful wish-granting machine?

What are all these things?

Joder!

Hansa unconsciously uttered a Spanish swear word.

What the hell.

The monarchs of the Clock Tower all died there?

His colleague Kirei Kotomine also died there; he was a fellow spice enthusiast who shared his love for spicy food.

He knew about Kirei Kotomine's abilities.

That Bajiquan technique has already reached a breakthrough level.

He truly achieved a level of extraordinary skill in martial arts.

Before he was sanctified, he didn't think he could compare to Kirei Kotomine.

In his view, Kirei Kotomine was destined to enter the Burial Agency sooner or later.

Walking in the shadow of the Lord, acting on behalf of the Lord's divine skills... using the Lord's divine power to destroy the evil that invades the Lord's domain.

That is, the pinnacle of the proxy.

Instead of exorcising and purifying so-called demons, monsters, or dead apostles—things that "the doctrine forbids existence in the world"—they claim to act on behalf of God and impose punishment, completely erasing the target's existence.

Unlike exorcists who temporarily cleanse and purify their targets, they are a martial arts group whose goal is complete erasure.

Although I had heard it before, this colleague suddenly resigned from his position at the Holy Church and, contrary to expectations, went to the Magicians' Association to become a magician.

But I never imagined he would go to do something like that, and then die there.

But the man before me survived that war, though not as a true victor...

But it's exciting enough!

The gaze shooting out from his eyes quickly absorbed the information about the man named Matou Ike into his mind and simplified it.

A magician of at least the rank of Grand Master, a bug tamer, who once, along with others, cornered the Clock Tower Lord Archibald, and possesses an unknown Mystic Eye...