Magician in Type-Moon

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Faced with Monarch Mayastia's readily agreeable answer, Matou Ike nodded slightly and continued:

"Since the discovery of Cleopatra's palace on the seabed of Alexandria in the 1990s, even in the general archaeological community, underwater ruins have become a hot research topic. In Alexandria, where the altitude is much higher than before, many ruins lie dormant deep in the sea. It seems there are indeed some 'materials' that even Your Majesty the monarch wouldn't want to miss, right?"

Meastia smiled faintly, her tone light and relaxed:

“That’s right. Even in the realm of magicians, the underwater ruins of Alexandria are a fascinating place. This joint excavation team with the Atlas Institute is focused on these ruins.”

Matou Ike shrugged, but he never expected that although he had come to a country full of deserts, his first contact with the mystery of this place would be the seabed.

However, in this foreign land, there are still no clues about the matter at hand. Under these circumstances, it is indeed possible to follow this clue and delve into the mysterious spiral of this place.

A short while later, Atlas's submarine slowly surfaced, and the hatch on top opened with a soft click, revealing an entrance. The sounds of the mechanical systems operating were exceptionally clear in the quiet air, adding a touch of solemnity to the moment.

"Please, please." Monarch Mayastia gestured invitingly, bowing slightly with a gentlemanly smile.

Shortly after the hatch closed, the interior of the submarine began to fill with a strange light.

It's somewhat like that train that once led to the sea of ​​imaginary numbers.

Minutes later, the submarine began its rapid descent into the dark seabed.

From the inside of the submarine, you can clearly see what the seabed looks like.

Both the fish coming and going and the appearance of the seabed are clearly visible.

Logically, at this depth, sunlight should no longer be able to produce such brightness.

"It seems the surrounding situation is being corrected using sensors from the Atlas Institute," Monarch Mayastia explained.

Matouchi nodded, indicating that the submarine was not operated by this monarch.

The submarine moved automatically along the seabed, showing everyone the full view of the ocean floor.

Even submarines built with modern science should not yet have the technology to conduct such clear and real-time all-round observations.

The ocean has always been a place that is difficult for humankind to conquer, but at this moment, this common sense seems to have been distorted.

Soon after, the three of them finally saw the true appearance of the seabed.

Even though the submarine had approached the seabed, its speed did not decrease and it continued to move forward rapidly.

Neither Matouchi nor Medea showed any emotion.

The seawater seemed to be distorted by some force, and the submarine's movement encountered no resistance.

It must be some kind of illusion, and perhaps it also involves projection magic.

The submarine, however, simply passed right through the ground.

On the newly expanded seabed, massive ruins have taken root.

In the distance, towering spires rise, and looking down, one can see ancient city walls stretching for hundreds of meters; these structures seem to be a blend of nature and human creation.

And despite being in the sea, it has structures resembling moats.

As the submarine approached the center of the ruins, a huge circular ceiling came into view.

As I was gradually drawn closer to the dome, I suddenly felt a floating sensation.

With a slight vibration, the submarine came to a stop.

A few seconds later, the hatch opened.

Seawater did not flow back into the hatch according to the laws of physics.

Or rather, there is no such thing as seawater at all.

It's somewhat like the legendary Atlantis.

The concentration of magic is very high.

Although even in modern times the intensity of magic can vary depending on the location, such a concentration is rare.

Even the spiritual lands possessed by various demonic nobles are perhaps not even half as numerous as this place.

If an ordinary person, or a magician whose skills are not up to par, came to this place...

She might faint on the spot.

The surrounding sea was also clearly visible.

The plaza, reflecting the starry sky of the seabed, is filled with a soft light.

It was as if some unseen force field was supporting it, and not a single drop of the overflowing seawater on the opposite side spilled out.

The submarine stopped at the entrance to the square.

In front of the square stands a building that resembles a temple.

A massive door, seemingly more than ten times the height of a human, appeared to be blocking the way for the three of them.

The concept of becoming a giant involuntarily came to Matou Ike's mind.

The idea of ​​colossalizing a religious building is recurring in many ancient myths, especially in the architectural complexes left by ancient Greek civilization.

Both the Parthenon and the Round Temple of Athena employ this unique aesthetic and proportion.

In the mystical symbolism, it represents the embodiment of power and strength.

And in front of that door, there was a figure.

That figure looked like it could be easily done by a model, and that swaying, pale blue hair.

Around the age of twenty, he gave the impression of being as sharp as a sword.

Although he had never actually met her, Matou Ike had already deduced her identity.

One of the six sources of the Atlas Academy.

Lattió Kurdris Hiram.

It was the magician who had exchanged a lot of information about Elgo with Matou Ike.

It was thanks to her that the night raid went so smoothly.

No excessive pleasantries.

"Where exactly is this place?"

Matou Ike asked her.

"As you can see, these are the ruins of Egypt. It's just that the Atlas Institute intervened."

She answered slowly.

Then she walked straight over, completely unsuspecting.

She looked at Medea.

"Talented one of the Age of Gods, Latio extends an invitation to you, hoping that you will join the Atlas Academy."

The tone was somewhat strange, as if he didn't see himself as a human being, but rather as a chess piece on a chessboard being observed from above.

Medea frowned slightly, not expecting such a strange turn of events.

Matou Ike had already figured out the woman's personality during previous information exchanges, so he wasn't surprised.

He had actually been invited before, but he declined.

Medea's invitation was understandable, given that she was a magician who could create a conceptual Noble Phantasm like "All Symbols Will Be Broken" using only her life's worth of magical knowledge.

"Please excuse me for declining; I do not wish to have any unnecessary contact with modern magicians."

Medea coldly rejected Rokugen Latio's invitation; frankly, the invitation seemed very strange.

Moreover, Medea's thoughts are now focused on only one person.

After being rejected, Rokugen Latio did not show much emotion, as if all her actions were just calculations and simulations first, with reality following in their wake.

“Latio understands, then please follow me.”

Chapter 400 The Great Library (4k)

"Though there is countless wisdom in the world, there is no book that can record it all!"

The voice, like an operatic chant, came from the usually aloof and taciturn Latio, yet at this moment it was full of dramatic tension.

"Although there are many books in the world, there is no one who can read them all!"

Her voice gradually rose in pitch, her eyes brightening as if she were gazing at some unattainable ideal.

"However, those who seek the wisdom of wisdom, the book of books, have come to Alexandria! The pearl of the Mediterranean holds the legacy of the great Alexander the Great!"

Latio waved his hand forward, as if to embrace the entire scene.

"Even if we fail to achieve that great conquest that leaps across deserts and waves, the dream that will never end will never cease!"

Her words were like waves crashing on the shore, each one like a proverb etched in the book of history.

At this moment, all around was silent, as if everything was listening to her chanting.

It was like watching a grand drama.

Beside Latio, the sea and the desert emerge simultaneously, as if reborn from the depths of history. It is the brilliance of the ocean crashing against the Gold Coast, and the memory of camel bells echoing through the boundless yellow sands.

This illusion, carrying the vast territory that once belonged to Iskandar—the path of conquest from Alexandria to the ends of the earth—was vividly displayed before the three.

With just Latio's gentle gestures and fluent chanting, she resonated her spirit with the spirit of this land, awakening the history buried deep within.

Then, she raised her hands, as if she were the conductor of this illusion, and began her proclamation:

"Gathered in the prosperous school of Mussene! The scholars, as beautiful as stars in the sky, were also drawn in by its radiant charm!"

Her voice grew clearer and louder, as if shattering the silence of the seabed. All around, images of scholars sitting around long tables, writing, discussing, or searching for wisdom in vast volumes of books appeared.

"A garden of wisdom that gathers everything in the universe without reservation!"

Countless ancient texts emerged from the radiance, like a meteor shower streaking across the sky, radiating an ancient and enduring light.

"A treasure trove that records all research, collects all poetry and prose, and stores an infinitely vast amount of knowledge!"

Her eyes were bright, as if she could see through this historical and spiritual relic.

"Never forget, people of the world!" She took a step forward, her voice filled with a mixture of sorrow and hope, raised her hands, and cried out:

"It is dedicated to the names of the nine goddesses! Its name is the Great Library of Alexandria!"