Magician in Type-Moon

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"Although I don't know when you became her agent and replaced this bet..."

Kiz's tone was teasing, but his gaze was fixed intently on Matou Ike, as if trying to see through his intentions.

"But in order to uncover the murderer, you turned Fim's ship banquet into a confiscation competition."

"You already know?"

Matou Ike simply shrugged, without denying it.

—That's right, his purpose in attending the ship's banquet was never to win the bet against Kiz himself.

He entered the war as Luvia's agent in order to replace the "rights" she held in the bet.

But now, the outcome is clear.

The betting game is invalid.

No winner or loser means the bet cannot be fulfilled.

Kiz ran his fingers along his sleeve and smiled softly.

"Then, even if it's not perfect, I can still drive this guy."

"...or rather, I've become someone who can only act here and now."

His words sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.

—A casino. A place where magicians gather in deviations.

—A magical ritual space in a certain sense.

Matou Ike herself once said something similar.

He looked down at Elgo, his gaze calm.

Kiz's smile deepened as he turned to look at Van Fem and the dealer.

"Ah, sorry."

His voice remained gentle and composed, as elegant as a master reminding a servant at a banquet not to spill a wine glass.

"I hope my old friend won't do anything either."

The air solidified instantly.

All eyes of the gamblers were fixed on Van Fem, as if waiting for his reaction.

But Kiz simply smiled and continued:

"This is a very delicate task."

"Especially if my old friend uses brute force to stop me..."

His tone was as gentle as ever, yet his words carried an undeniable air of danger.

"Everything will return to nothingness."

Kiz tilted his head slightly, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

"You wouldn't want to imagine the three pillar gods undergoing atomic fusion, would you?"

"So, is this the reason you suddenly appeared?"

Matou Ike's gaze remained fixed on Kiz, her eyes never relaxing.

"You must incorporate the round table room, which serves as the center of the ship's banquet, into the body."

Kiz smiled slightly, his relaxed expression suggesting that this was simply a matter of course for him.

"You are truly outstanding, Matou."

His voice was soft and melodious, as if he were praising a finely crafted work of art rather than a living person.

"I truly regret not taking you as my disciple eight years ago."

Kiz sighed dramatically, but his tone carried a hint of mockery.

Matou Ike merely smiled coldly upon hearing this, offering no response.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. How about we reminisce about the past?"

"You're talking about...the past?"

Matou Ike raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by this sudden topic.

But Kiz just chuckled lightly, seemingly unconcerned by his reaction, and said with a hint of self-deprecation:

"You'll want to do this kind of thing when you get older, right?"

He gently shook his head, then changed the subject, his tone becoming deep and profound:

Do you know about the God Stream?

This time, Matou Ike did not answer immediately, but stared at Kiz with undisguised probing in her eyes.

He knew, of course, that Kiz wouldn't make baseless accusations.

God's flow.

This is a concept that is rarely mentioned, let alone specifically brought up by Kiz in this context.

However, Kiz didn't seem to care about Matouchi's silence and continued speaking unhurriedly:

"A great river will split into countless tributaries, eventually reaching every corner of the continent."

His voice carried a unique rhythm, as if he were telling some ancient truth.

"But as long as you trace the tributaries upstream, you can find the only main stream."

The same is true of the likes of God.

Matou Ike narrowed his eyes slightly, pondered for a moment, and then slowly spoke:

"You mean... the Primordial One?"

Kiz's smile deepened, as if Matouchi had finally given the answer he wanted to hear.

"Yes."

He nodded slightly, a hint of pleasure flickering in his eyes.

"Just like the myth of Gilgamesh is considered a special myth."

His tone remained calm, but his words contained a profound meaning that could not be ignored.

"This is not just because of its antiquity, but because—"

"It has become a 'primordial myth' around the world."

"The mold of mythology".

The molding of mythology.

This word reminded Matouchi of another word.

Divine organ casting.

The official name of the divine body as a fragment of God.

That is to say...

"The Gate to the Sea of ​​Wandering you've traveled through is 'preservation,' isn't it? Then, the method of utilizing the God of Preservation is precisely your secret—the hidden divine principles. Based on our conversation just now, what you intend to do with Elgo and Bai Ruolong is to return to an even more ancient past—a past even more distant than the mythical era in which you live?"

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"I see."

Kiz nodded, his gaze falling on Elgo, who was hovering diagonally above him.

The young man's body remained suspended in mid-air, his cross-like posture making him appear as some kind of symbol.

But Kiz didn't linger on him for long. Instead, slowly, with an indescribable meaning, he called out another person's name again.

"Matō Pond."

Matou Ike's gaze met his, and they remained silent for a brief moment.

Then, Kiz smiled and asked a question that seemed completely unrelated.

"Do you enjoy gambling?"

Matou Ike raised an eyebrow slightly, but then the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, as if he felt that the question itself carried a certain meaningful joke.

"To say that I'm not happy at all would be a lie."

"Yeah, I guess so."

Kiz nodded again, as if confirming a predetermined answer.

But then, his tone suddenly changed, and he asked in a low voice with extreme sorrow:

"—Do you think flowers are beautiful?"

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

This is a question that is completely different from the conversations so far—it doesn't involve techniques, gambling, or murder; it's simply a perplexing question.

Matou Ike remained silent for a moment, then slowly nodded.

"Yes."

Kiz stared at his expression and continued to ask:

Do you believe that the vibrant green earth is irreplaceable?

"Yes."

Matou Ike still gave an affirmative answer.

Kiz paused for a moment, as if considering something, before posing his final question—

"So, do you think the dream of reaching the end of mythology is wonderful?"

This time, Matou Ike did not answer immediately, but stared into Kiz's eyes, as if trying to discern some deeper meaning from them.

A few seconds later, he slowly spoke.