Magician in Type-Moon

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"So we're just going to charge straight down there?!" Angela Manuel's voice rose eight octaves, his tail clinging tightly to the seat.

"What are you panicking about? At this rate, even if we fall, neither of us will die, right?"

Matou Ike rolled her eyes at him, then casually picked up a water glass and took a sip.

“That’s true.” Angra Mainyu suddenly paused, thinking that it seemed to be true.

"But then we still won't be able to go back to Fuyuki, will we? It feels like someone doesn't want you to leave Kanbuko City."

Angra Mainyu continued.

"Isn't this normal? It would be wrong for Him to let me leave Guanbuzi City so easily, after all, I am one of His targets."

Matou Ike put down the newspaper in his hand and continued:

"However, what's happening now should just be a warning; nothing really going to happen is likely to turn the world upside down."

“Shut up, is it appropriate for you to make such a bold statement?” Angra Mainyu retorted.

"Stop joking around. I'll leave the trouble inside the train to you and take care of things outside."

Before the words were even finished, the carriage seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, revealing another world—a scene that seemed to come from the abyss, with countless twisted phantoms wandering in the darkness, and the train rushing toward that eerie realm at a frenzied speed.

"This is your 'nothing will happen'?" Angra Mainyu's eyes widened. "I really followed the wrong person—"

"Is this the Sea of ​​Imaginary Numbers? That shouldn't be the case. How did we suddenly end up here?"

This is not what is seen through the lens of future vision; what is supposed to appear is not heading towards this train at this moment.

What Matouchi originally saw was a twisted forest, just like the demonic creatures of the Fuhai Forest seen in the scroll of the church, which transformed into spears from hell and pierced towards this place.

But none of these are major problems. Even the mountain that suddenly appeared out of nowhere blocking the way of this hellish train is not insurmountable.

Matouchi originally thought that the deity had already accomplished something comparable to turning the world upside down.

He had even switched to the Twisted Eye in advance, enduring the burning sensation in his brain as if it were about to melt, and set the axis of rotation of the double helix to the view he saw from the future.

I'm about to bend it.

but now......

This sea of ​​imaginary numbers doesn't seem like something that person could control at all.

Somewhat strange.

This world contains an imaginary space of nothingness, similar to a dimensional pocket, into which anything that falls will become unrestricted by time and space.

The object capable of interfering with this dimensional pocket depends on the initial spell.

Although the basic condition for intervention is that the individuals belong to the same imaginary attribute, it can be changed to other different methods depending on the circumstances.

Therefore, to escape from this imaginary space, we still need to find that spell.

The good news is that Matou Ike has figured out how to get out.

"It feels a bit like an escape route specially prepared for us..." he muttered to himself, a little surprised.

“What are you talking about?” Angra Mainyu asked.

"It's nothing. First, eliminate the unstable elements in this train carriage. Remember not to damage the train itself."

As Matou Ike spoke, he stood up and walked towards the front of the car.

The moment he stood up, the passengers on the train also stood up at the same time, their eyes following his figure closely, their mouths twisting into smiles.

Matouchi also realized that something was wrong.

As for whether there was any attack, there was no particular impact sound or vibration.

What will happen?

In the instant he thought this—

All the lights inside the train were turned off, and deep darkness enveloped Matou Ike and the others.

With the emergency power supply and main distribution panel ceasing operation one after another, Matou Ike, riding on the train in a state of complete power outage, sped around the train like a whirlwind in the darkness.

The rest is up to Angra Mainyu.

The next instant, the thorny spear, imbued with the power of a ferocious demon, approached Matouchi.

It was a spear shot from a blind spot.

If not for being forged by the swarm, they probably wouldn't have noticed until they were directly hit.

Matou Ike felt the magical clamor within the space and twisted her joints to an almost impossible degree, using this to twist her body and dodge the spear that was approaching her heart.

The spear that had been dodged continued straight ahead in the passageway—and then pierced through several carriage doors located at the deepest part of Matou Pond.

The stab caused astonishing destruction.

The car door burst open, and through the hole that pierced through the steel frame, one could glimpse the rooms further inside.

"Hurry up and get started, these things shouldn't be able to stop you, right?"

"Leave it to me." His voice echoed from deep within the train, as if several echoes were superimposed, making it sound unusually eerie.

Immediately afterwards, a shadow surged forth, spreading across the walls of the train passageway like countless twisted tentacles, coiling around the monsters in the darkness as if they were living creatures.

Angra Mainyu’s tail lashed out in the air, releasing black sludge.

Screams rang out, but the sounds gradually faded away as darkness enveloped them.

Countless limbs and roots twisted wildly, as if they had been put into a press, instantly collapsing into pulverized fibers.

Matouchi stopped paying attention to what was happening behind him.

They passed through the several holes pierced by spears on the other side and quickly entered the next carriage.

The journey was smooth, and we finally arrived at the conductor's office.

It was a dimly lit and empty room, where the sense of distance was distorted to an eerie degree.

It looks incredibly vast, yet also incredibly cramped and oppressive.

The reason for such certainty is simply because it is seen with the eyes.

The escape from the imaginary space is placed in the right eye as the future, and one only needs to act according to the present in the left eye.

The compass standing in the center shimmered with a faint light, dimly illuminating Matouchi's face, obscuring everything else.

The room, with its ambiguous boundaries, was filled with an indescribable, strange atmosphere.

"That's the Paper Moon? How could there be something like that here? No, it's just a replica." He muttered to himself, taking a few steps closer.

This is a super magical costume gifted to Chaldea by the Atlas Institute.

It is a compass that corrects navigation in the imaginary space, and also an unbreakable pointer that represents proof of existence in the imaginary space.

Matouchi understood as well.

It goes without saying who the person who captured the Shadow Border imaginary submarine from Chaldea and fully analyzed is.

But there's a question: that one and the one currently residing in the Greater Grail shouldn't be the same person, right?

Could it be that there's something between them...? Never mind...

Refocus attention on the now fully unfolded "Pseudo-Flat Moon".

Since the direction, distance, and time of the imaginary space have been specified, the "ship" only needs to follow the route indicated by the pointer of the rapidly changing "pseudo-plane moon, Paper Moon".

"That's so convenient, then—"

"—Imaginary Number Train, start!"

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The imaginary train started moving, and the entire train carriage seemed to have detached from the tracks of reality.

The outside world vanished into nothingness, flowing past the car window like colorful ripples in an endless abyss. Concepts of time and space were cast aside; everything was guided by the replica Paper Moon.

The pointer of the imaginary compass suddenly turned, and the space in front of it instantly cracked open, revealing a vortex-like portal.

The train silently plunged into the crevice, like a ghost ship adrift outside of time.

In the next instant, the gravity in the carriage suddenly changed, as if an invisible giant hand was flipping this space.

The train accelerated rapidly, plunging deeper into the sea of ​​imaginary numbers, as if chasing after the unattainable "flat moon."

......

"Fufu..."

Angra Mainyu rubbed his furry head against the man sitting in front of him, who was lounging in a lazy yet elegant manner and dressed in a black robe with gilded gold.

"Now that she looks like this, she's at least somewhat well-behaved."

As if sensing the burning gaze, the man turned his head with a smile to look at Matou Ike, who was holding a cup of hot tea directly opposite him.

“I am not that Arbitrator 229, you should be able to tell.”

Matou Ike nodded, his eyes looking somewhat strange. To suppress the twitching at the corner of his mouth, he took a sip of hot tea.

I only felt a warm current flowing from my stomach to my limbs.

Even the damage to the physical body caused by the time difference between the past and future, which had not yet been corrected by the imaginary number diving, was slowly restored under this heat current.

"But that technology should only be available to Chaldea and Atlas, right?"

"That's true, but if you want to ask about my relationship with him and our plans, it's too early for you."

The question I had just prepared was suddenly cut off by the person in front of me, which is a kind of "we'll explore the area ahead later" approach.

Matou Ike composed himself slightly, and was about to speak again when he saw the other person shake his head and say:

“You were a bit too reckless this time. You should be very clear about the flaws inherent in those eyes that can predict the future, but you still chose to return to Fuyuki.”

At this point, the "arbitrator" paused for a moment, then continued:

"Although I understand your thinking, you're planning to forcibly open a passage so this guy can slip out of Guanbuzi City, right?"

Then, with a flick of her slender finger, she pointed to the black lump of coal that was lazily leaning against her.

“That’s right. I did have a premonition that He didn’t want me to leave the spiritual vein area of ​​Guanbuzi City, but He probably wouldn’t deal with me at this time. So I was going to take this opportunity to test what He could do and then send Angela Manuel out. I just didn’t expect to fall into the imaginary space you set up.”

Matou Ike put down his teacup. The aftereffects of the Imaginary Number Submarine had almost completely subsided. He tugged at his collar, stretched his limbs, and replied.