Magician in Type-Moon

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The bullets were dense and precise, but they did not hit the target directly; instead, they landed at the feet of the Swordsmen of Light.

The clones' movements froze.

The warrior, who should have been a pure embodiment of magic, hesitated at this moment.

This shouldn't have happened.

A simple physical attack cannot shake a conceptualized magic body.

unless--

—These bullets themselves possess a certain "lethality" sufficient to shake the mysterious.

And their launchers stand behind the drones.

Even with the firelight reflecting off his armor, the figure still seemed shrouded in an elusive shadow.

It was that lone alchemist who once tried to assassinate Matou Ike.

Wearing a helmet, part of his limbs were still replaced with chainsaws.

—Still silent, still indifferent.

The sharp teeth of the machine hovered in the night sky, the murderous intent of the metal aimed directly at Kitz's incarnation.

"Hmm~ Hmm?"

Kiz made a strange nasal sound, as if he was wondering or trying to hide his surprise.

He was more concerned about something else than the obstruction of his clone.

"That is how the matter?"

Kiz whispered, his voice low, as if he were talking to himself.

He wasn't asking about the other person's identity; he was questioning the flaws in his own understanding.

"When I was being sniped, I thought it was possible because there was sufficient distance."

His thoughts drifted back to the moment he was sniped.

The moment he was pierced by the Origin Bullet, his physical body was already dead. Only because the Reality Barrier had not yet fully unfolded and the spell had not completely taken over everything, was his remains able to appear briefly.

But think about it—would the magician of the wandering sea really reveal his flaws so easily?

Kiz smiled slightly and shook his head gently, as if mocking his own carelessness.

However, when he raised his head and gazed at the alchemist again, his smile gradually faded.

"Unlike back then..."

Kiz spoke slowly, his voice low and his eyes slightly narrowed.

"Now, my cognitive scope has grown along with the inherent barrier, expanding to the entire Deadline Joy Ship."

"In this state—"

How could I possibly have missed you?

That sense of unease was like a sharp needle, constantly rubbing against his heart.

"...You, you wouldn't be..."

The solitary alchemist suddenly pressed his hand to his helmet, his fingers unconsciously sliding across the metal surface, producing a sharp scraping sound. His body trembled slightly, and he murmured something as if he were whispering about a distant dream.

"...the one who killed Kiz, Matouike...and Master Emiya Kiritsugu..."

His chaotic murmurs echoed across the battlefield, but before he could finish speaking, a sharp voice severed the chaos.

"The murderer of Kiritsugu Emiya is Kiz, the magician of the Wandering Sea! Kill Kiz!"

Isilid's voice was like a warning bell striking a heavy steel plate.

—A hint at magic!

This was originally just a basic technique in magic, not even a regular hypnosis. It was simply a way to implant specific cognitions through subtle guidance of words and magic.

However, the application of suggestion is far more complex than it appears on the surface.

Magicians possess highly refined self-awareness and mental defenses, especially the magicians of the Clock Tower, who have a natural resistance to mental interference techniques.

However, the alchemists of the Atlas Academy are not a school known for their mental resistance.

Even so, for a powerful magician to be directly influenced by suggestion, certain extreme conditions must be met—

Alternatively, the caster's magic power far surpasses that of the opponent, overwhelming their thinking with absolute power;

Alternatively, one can subtly guide the target psychologically over a long period of time, gradually making them accept the suggestion until their cognition is completely altered;

or--

—The awareness of the goal itself is already in a state of extreme confusion and instability!

The moment Isilid finished speaking, a swordsman of light broke through the drone blockade with lightning speed and launched a surprise attack on him.

A streak of light pierced the darkness, and a dazzling blade of light thrust straight towards Isilid—

"—!"

The roar of the spinning saw echoed the swordsman's killing intent.

boom--!

With the support of future predictions, Atlas Institute's combat calculations arrived at a unique optimal solution—

The jet-black serrated blade precisely cleaved into the swordsman of light's neck, cutting, tearing, and shattering—

At the same time, the sword of light also pierced the alchemist's helmet!

The destructive magic on the blade seeped into the crack.

click-

Spiderweb-like cracks spread instantly, rapidly extending along the grooves on the metal surface to half of the helmet.

Then, with a crisp sound like shattering glass—

The shattered helmet fell to the ground with a thud, its fragments landing at Just's feet.

Gray hair cascaded from the cracks in the broken metal.

—That was wolf-gray hair.

It was an unfamiliar face.

But just one glance, at that silhouette, those eyes, that aura that seemed to conceal an unpredictable destiny, caused everyone's thoughts to freeze for a moment.

Just's right half of his face was exposed to the wind and rain of the battlefield.

"what……"

Kiz's eyes widened slightly, and then a deep joy appeared on his face, which had been filled with doubt.

—I finally understand.

Why was that alchemist able to so perfectly evade his perception, and even infiltrate the constructed enchantment without leaving a trace?

Why is it that even though I have an omniscient perspective and control the Deathline Joy Ship, I still can't detect his existence?

The answer to all of this is on his face.

—His lineage.

"...Ah, I think so too."

Kiz slowly exhaled, his smile deepening.

"In that case, everything makes sense."

"Of course I wouldn't notice."

"Because my alert spell is set to only react to 'non-blood relatives'."

He is not an 'outsider'.

—He is my bloodline, my descendant.

Kiz lowered his head slightly, looking at Just's face exposed to the air, and said in a low voice with an excited smile:

"—You are Isilid's son."

"—My descendants?"

Chapter 532 Betrayal

Upon hearing Kiz's words, Isilid's face instantly tensed, his jaw clenched so tightly that it cracked, and even his breathing became heavy.

Then, he abruptly looked away, refusing to look at the wandering alchemist whose face was already half-revealed.

"Atavism".

Those four short words, as if spitting out some filth, were coldly discarded by him.

“My son, Just, has a magic circuit that is not suitable for modern magic.”

His voice was filled with suppressed anger.

"Too ancient."

That circuit was like a heresy that had flowed back from a forgotten era.

Just like when Van Phim became a Dead Apostle, his magic circuits completely detached from the foundation of human magic, becoming useless and inoperable.

Jost's circuit is not flawed, but rather too primitive and incompatible with modern magic systems.

"Therefore, I did not disclose my son's situation."

Isilid slowly uttered these heavy words, as if he were swallowing all the forbearance and pain he had endured over the years.

"Secretly train him to be an alchemist."

His eyes were cold, as if mocking himself, or as if declaring war on some unseen entity.

"If one inherits the alchemy of the Atlas Institute, it has nothing to do with the number of magic circuits."

"As long as calculations can be performed and the future can be predicted, alchemy remains valid."