Magician in Type-Moon

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The swaying ceiling is the blue of the sea.

Logically, the seabed, separated from the sky and the sun, should be pitch black, but there seems to be another principle at work here.

The floor is also transparent, reflecting the same color.

"How did you manage to get in here?" The mechanical bird Ptolemy looked at Matouchi and Medea, who had suddenly appeared in the fourth-level area, with disbelief. "How did you do that?"

Matouchi did not answer immediately, but instead began to admire the surrounding scenery.

It was also a crystal room, but it was completely different from the third floor where we had been before.

It doesn't just reflect the view of the sea.

The third layer can be described as a dense area of ​​the Crystal Tree Sea, but here... the density of trees decreases, and in their place are rows of human-shaped crystal statues.

None of the statues have faces.

A temple-like structure.

"First find the entrance... then break down the structure... and finally walk in."

Several minutes later, Matouchi finally answered Ptolemy's question.

"What a joke! First of all, the seawater that's been flooded in is a product of demonization. Even if you can withstand its impact, the massive amount of alien magic will compress your magic circuits. In that situation, forget about using magic to explore. If you dare to open your magic circuits, you'll be eroded by this library. You're absolutely insane."

After hearing Matouchi's explanation, Ptolemy the mechanical bird was speechless.

Without a key, this method is indeed the simplest, but also the most demanding.

Regardless of the fact that this madman dared to discover the entrance to the fourth level simply by relying on his "water" attribute magic.

What's most baffling is that this library has elevated countless things within the mystery of history.

Without a specific countermeasure, simply using brute force to blast open that door is no simpler than using brute force to directly blast through a Noble Phantasm.

Or rather, that door has reached the level of a Noble Phantasm.

"Alright, although I have a pretty good understanding now, I still have to ask you one more question—"

Matou Ike waved his hand in front of Ptolemy, trying to get his attention back.

"—You came here by using the access granted by that holographic projection, didn't you? Instead, you used that 'lost' heart, didn't you?"

“That’s right, I used the young master’s projection authority. Although my physical body doesn’t have direct access here, the young master does. You don’t doubt that I would give you false information, do you?”

The two metal eyeballs in the mechanical bird's eye sockets slowly rotated, displaying a slightly disdainful look.

"Of course, although I trust you, you are, after all, a guy who is even more adept at using tricks and schemes than the magician of the Clock Tower. That's what the history books say."

Matou Ike shrugged and then wandered around the crystal temple.

"Is this how my reputation is in modern times? It's really terrible..."

The mechanical bird, Ptolemy, floated on the ceiling of the temple alongside Matou Ike, but before he could finish his sentence, he changed the subject and said:

"You really shouldn't have come here..."

"Why do you say that?" Matou Ike replied nonchalantly, his attention more focused on the overall structure of the temple.

This time, Ptolemy remained silent.

It took him more than ten seconds to speak again.

"The reason is actually very simple. You should be able to understand it yourself. After all, in your world of magicians, you must have seen what would happen if you rashly stepped into someone else's magic workshop."

"You mean this is your magic workshop?" Matou Ike glanced up at Ptolemy above him, then continued to examine the faceless statue before him.

Compared to the content of their conversation, Matou Ike was more interested in which deities these statues represented.

"No, it's just an analogy. As a backup, I have no memory of working with the Atlas Institute to build this temple, but when I arrived here with the authority of the young master, I naturally became the master of this place."

Ptolemy said calmly.

Matou Ike nodded. It was a very simple truth.

"But I even broke through that door, you know. That door must be the 'hardest' part of the first three floors, right?"

"The outer three layers are merely structures to isolate this place and prevent the loss of mysteries. While that door possesses the same strength as this temple, it is still something located outside of this temple. Your ability to penetrate it does indeed surprise me..."

The mechanical bird, Ptolemy, began to fall from the ceiling and landed on Matou Ike's shoulder.

"So here, you absolutely cannot beat me."

Matou Ike, without even raising his head, said:

"It seems that's true. There's too much heterogeneous magic here; it's even hard to breathe... But why don't you do anything?"

“Because this is an important place, I do not want to start a war with you here. If you are willing, I can give you all the knowledge about magic in this great library as payment for helping me get back here. Then I will use a time bubble to let you leave safely.”

This time, it was Matouike's turn to be somewhat moved, after all, the Alexandria Library is known in some places as a place that contains all the wisdom in the world.

While there's an element of exaggeration involved, the magical knowledge here, if it were to circulate to the outside world, would be enough to cause a major upheaval in the mystical world.

"That's truly a sincere offer. I would have agreed in the past, but please forgive me for refusing now."

Matou Ike shook his head and said.

"Why? You're clearly interested."

"Although I don't really want to say it, I'm actually carrying the mission of saving the world right now."

Such absurd words were believed without question by the former pharaoh.

"Is that so? I understand. I won't hold back from now on..."

As he spoke, he was about to fly away from Matou Ike's shoulder.

"Wait a minute... You're known for your wisdom, so why are you in such a hurry? This case isn't completely closed yet. Don't you want to know where your heart is?"

Ptolemy fell silent again...

“I understand you’re worried about those guys who haven’t come in yet, right? After all, they might also have access, no, it’s already confirmed that Latio has the same access as you, and among the others, there might be someone who has your heart.”

indeed so.

What Matouchi was saying was exactly what Ptolemy was worried about.

The possibility of them turning against Atlas and the Clock Tower next is too high.

The team that investigated the Alexandria Grand Library was among those involved.

To be precise—

Only Matou Ike and that Heroic Spirit are true outsiders.

A guy outside of all the conspiracies.

The reason why this man was brought in was due to the decision made by the joint excavation team.

The goal is to find someone who, in terms of strength or other aspects, can temporarily prevent the operation from going wrong at the very beginning.

It is precisely for this reason that Ptolemy maintained a minimum level of goodwill towards Matouchi.

"You know I can't let you, this uncertain factor, remain here, so..."

"I can help you, but only until the case is solved. How does that sound? You'll need some more time to do something, won't you?"

Matou Ike interrupted Ptolemy before he could finish speaking.

The mechanical bird landed again and whispered in Matou Ike's ear:

"What do I need to pay for this?"

“This great library must have a way to get rid of the problem of memory saturation, right?” Matou Ike said with a smile.

"Have you already noticed?" Ptolemy asked, somewhat surprised.

"Rather than paying attention, it's more like it's right in front of you. After all, crystals used for storing records are everywhere in this great library. You should be able to do it, right?"

Matou Ike smiled and said.

Those who devour gods will ultimately be devoured by gods themselves.

Because of the constant devouring of gods, Matou Ike's soul is being eroded by the amount of information.

Although Beelzebub's part helped him share the burden, Beelzebub was originally a "mad god".

Needless to say, Matou Ike fell into a state of daydreaming more than once during this period of time.

The "daydreaming" here refers to daydreaming in a realistic sense; simply put, it's being distracted.

Although it was only a minor symptom, Matouike had already noticed this drawback.

"I should have prepared the means and methods before I died, but those were probably for the young master..."

Ptolemy fell into thought.

"Elgo? Why don't we test it on me first? Besides, he might not need it in the future."

Matouchi's smile deepened, but Ptolemy didn't understand what it meant.

The matter has already been discussed to this extent.

It would be impolite to refuse again.

His metal beak sighed, and his gear-like eyes lowered their gaze.

“I understand. After all, I do need this assistance.”

So Matouchi and Medea began to walk on the wide passageway outside their dwelling.

On both sides of the channel were the same faceless statues as before.

Birds flew past the center of the statue.

The road leads directly to the center of the temple, the place that all those who can reach the fourth level must come to.

Take a day off

As the title suggests, there's a lot going on at the end of the year.

The missing chapters will be made up during the Chinese New Year.

Chapter 409 Triple Secret Chamber 4k