Magician in Type-Moon

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The sudden broadcast startled me. A serial killer? No way! It's terrifying that such a thing could exist in this peaceful era.

Forget it, I'd better get out of bed and find something to eat first. Even if there really is a murderer, it's impossible for him to be so unlucky as to fall on my head.

pat~

I fell down. The whole floor was slippery for some reason. I wasn't paying attention when I got out of bed and slipped and fell to the ground.

"That's strange, why are my hands all sticky?"

I scratched at the floor and raised my hand to see what had caused me to fall.

Ah, it's red paint! My favorite color. I must have drunk too much last night and accidentally knocked over the paint box.

"Hmm, the taste is a bit strange."

I put my hand to my lips and licked it slightly with my tongue. It tasted rusty, not the pine oil smell of normal paint. Strange, what is this?

I got up from the floor and looked toward the bedroom door; the 'paint' was flowing in through the crack in the door.

Stand firm, walk forward, and open the door.

A corpse lay across the doorway. Looking outside, there were 2, 3, 4... countless other corpses, scattered haphazardly.

"It's a lie, right? It's a lie! How could a serial killer really be here!"

......

On a street in Fuyuki at night, a man is inserting coins into a vending machine, then bending down to take out a can of lemon-flavored Vitamin C drink from the dispenser.

That man is me.

My name is Ryunosuke Uryu, I am 22 years old, I am a murderer, my hobby is doing 'cool' things, and I hate gory horror movies.

He drank a beverage he had just bought with spare change he found at the victim's home, and flipped through ancient books he had found in his house.

This ancient book is my only pleasure right now, because I am currently experiencing a serious state of 'lack of enthusiasm', which is causing me great distress.

Including the family of seven I just encountered, I have now devoured more than thirty victims.

But after so many killings, all sorts of torture and interrogation methods have been used up, and they've gradually lost their novelty.

So I decided to return to my hometown to spend my later years in peace.

My sister, whom I hadn't seen for five years, looked completely different, but she still stayed in our old home waiting for me to come back.

Meeting my silent sister didn't move me at all.

I was somewhat disappointed, but among the mountain of garbage piled up in the warehouse, I found an ancient book that was about to rot.

That is, the one I have in my hand right now.

This thin, thread-bound book is riddled with wormholes; it is not a printed product, but a private journal.

The book contains absurd and nonsensical ramblings about sorcery and other such things.

Moreover, the book is filled with descriptions of Satan, angels, and the like, which seem to be Western magic.

The content also describes sacrificing living people to demons in another world in order to summon shikigami or similar entities.

Although it seems to be just a fictional novel meant to be taken as a joke.

But just finding an ancient magic book in the old family warehouse is cool enough.

So I came to Fuyuki City, which the book calls the 'Land of Spirit Veins,' as the main location for my activities.

Although I don't know what special significance Fuyuki has, I will try my best to recreate the contents of ancient books in order to create a sense of ritual and a terrifying atmosphere, and to depict the methods of killing.

The crime just now was the third one that had occurred in Fuyuki. Compared to the first one, which was exciting and fun with a sense of ritual, the subsequent ones became more and more mundane.

But I'm still prepared to do it a fourth time.

Thinking about the next steps.

"Hasn't this been a bit too reckless lately? I've never killed more than twice in the same place before."

"Forget it, I won't come to Fuyuki City again after this. I've already experienced enough."

Today's target is a family of four. They were chosen simply because of the number 4. In the ancient country next door, the number four seems to have a different connection with 'death'.

"Hmm, the fourth crime, involving a family of four."

He skillfully scaled the walls of the sleeping family of four and, before the wife could even realize her husband had stopped breathing, slit her throat with a single stroke.

Only one of the two children was kept, since even the priest liked him, and the devil might have the same taste.

They tied the little boy up and taped his mouth shut to prevent unrelated righteous people from attracting attention.

"Then let's begin the ceremony."

"Fill it, fill it, fill it, fill it... Repeat four times each time... Wait, is it five times? Alas~ Only by abandoning... at the moment of fullness... is this the right thing to do?"

While humming a song—no, a spell—he used a brush to draw blood patterns on the living room floor.

"Hmm, I still prefer to be more spontaneous..."

"Hey kid, do you really believe there are demons in this world?"

I tilted my head and asked the trembling child, "Oh, how pitiful."

The little devil's mouth was sealed shut, so he couldn't answer and just cowered in fear.

“Those newspapers called me a devil, a devil, it’s hilarious. There are 60 billion people in the world, and I’ve killed less than a fingernail’s worth of people.”

"A single shell could kill far more people than I've killed in my entire life." (By the way, does Type-Moon have nuclear weapons? I think someone on a forum said they didn't seven or eight years ago.)

"Actually, it's okay to call me a demon, I don't mind. But if a demon really exists, he would be angry if someone else took his name."

I pressed my face close to the little devil's and looked at his expression. I became even more excited and kept talking.

"I'm summoning a demon right now, you brat."

"If Mr. Devil really comes, wouldn't it seem very rude of me not to treat him well? It's like a host inviting guests to their home; if they don't prepare fruit platters, snacks, and tea, others will think they are not hospitable and will never come again."

"So kid, if Mr. Devil comes, please give him a good welcome. If that's not enough, I can come and make up the difference, okay?"

Hmm? What's that smell? I twitched my nose and smelled a pungent, unpleasant odor.

I looked at the little devil, and realized he had peed. Oh, damn it, what if Mr. Devil sees this? Who serves rotten fruit to guests?

Well, I guess I'll just have to make do for now. If all else fails, I'll just be the one to kill Mr. Devil.

"Hey, it hurts."

I quickly looked at the back of my hand, but there was no warning, just like when I accidentally touched the sulfuric acid that was used to play tricks on people before.

"what is this?"

I looked at the tattoo growing on my hand, the kind that trendy guys in magazines would get. Hmm, it's kind of 'cool,' but not that 'cool.'

Huh, is the wind picking up? How could the wind be picking up in a room? I looked behind me.

A powerful airflow swept through the living room, and the magic circle drawn with blood began to glow.

"Could it be? Could it be? Kid, look! Mr. Devil is really here! This is truly 'Super Cool'!!!"

Chapter 23 "The Seventh Servant" (Please add to your favorites! Please recommend!)

"Are you late?"

Matou Ike, who could smell the blood from the doorway, rushed over immediately upon sensing the magical fluctuations.

But at this moment, there is no smell of living people in this house.

However, the demon flies scouting nearby did not see any living beings emerge from the house. Was it the power of the newly summoned heroic spirit?

Let's send the magic fly into the house to scout things out first.

After a transformation, the demonic worms that fell from Matouchi's body emerged as fly-like familiars with transparent wings, which flew into the house in front of them.

After a short while, it was determined that there was no danger in the house, only corpses.

So Matou Ike used magic to unlock the door and went into the room to observe.

As soon as the door was opened, a corpse came into view.

He stepped over the corpse and walked deeper into the room.

"There are four corpses in total. What do you think, Caster?"

The air nearby vibrated slightly, and a sentence was uttered:

"It must have been a wild magician who killed the homeowner and then used a blood sacrifice to summon the last heroic spirit."

"Yes, that's what I think too. It seems that after the church announced yesterday that there was only one Master left, some people started to get anxious and wanted to quickly grab that last spot."

As for the identity of the last Master, Matou Ike did not obtain much information about him from the spirit summoning ritual.

All I know is that his name is Ryunosuke Uryu, and the true name of the heroic spirit he summoned should be Gilles de Rais, and some other fragmented information.

If he had known what Ryunosuke Uryu looked like beforehand, he would have quickly realized that the person who had collapsed at the entrance of the house was the last Master he was now longing for.

Aside from bloodstains and a puddle of urine, there were no other clues in the room, so Matou Ike began examining the body.

He soon noticed the difference: the three people in the room had died from dagger wounds, while the corpse in the entryway, wearing a floral shirt and with orange hair, had died from a gunshot wound.

"Hey, Caster, looks like we've found a clue."

Matouchi told Caster about her discovery.

“Caster, I will go and perform the spirit communication for the people in the room. You will be responsible for communicating with the corpse in the entrance hall.”

Matou Ike certainly has the ability to summon the spirits of everyone in the entire house using a spirit summoning technique.

But since there is Shindai Majutsu by our side, the more important person should obviously be given to someone with greater ability.

【Seele, kehre zurück】

Matou Ike cast a summoning spell on the corpse in the room and synchronized with the soul at the summoning point to facilitate receiving its memories before death.

Although Matou Ike was very familiar with this magic trick, he had never had any practice material in the Matou family, so this could be considered his first time.

Matou Ike first received the memories of the eldest daughter of this family, because judging from the time of her death, she died the latest and should have recorded the most information.

As soon as Matou Ike touched the shimmering spirit, a wave of dizziness washed over him, and images began to appear before his eyes.

Unlike a séance, this is more like watching something on TV, except the camera used to film the performance is the eyes of the deceased.