Abnormal Moon

Rin Tohsaka's Magician Rank is Grand.

A large part of this is political consideration. After all, she is the mayor, and she must hold a high position. If she is not strong, the citizens will not feel at ease.

But there's no mistake that she's a magician of the highest rank.

As an open-ranked character, Atram is three or four ranks lower than Rin Tohsaka, and her priority is far inferior to hers. She absolutely cannot compete with Rin Tohsaka.

"Roy, haven't you caused enough trouble?!"

Atram finally broke free from his anger.

He looked at Roy with disgust, his eyes filled with a provoked anger.

"What right do you, a mere android, have to sit on equal footing with us!"

"I wanted to oppose it when the decree allowing androids to obtain ranks was issued. Androids are nothing but tools for us magicians! They are consumables, things that can be made at any time and discarded at any time! You are just lucky to have been chosen by Aozaki Aoko, which is why I have given you face time and time again. Don't be ungrateful!"

"Oh, right, I heard your former master came knocking on your door, yelling at you for being a traitor! You didn't escape from your master, did you? And your magic tricks, you didn't steal them, did you?"

Roy's smile remained unchanged.

But the smile didn't reach his eyes at all.

"Tohsaka".

Rin Tohsaka turned her head with a grim expression.

Roy spoke with a smile.

"Clearance."

Chapter 51 The End

"Everyone, get out of here right now!"

Rin Tohsaka announced this to everyone in the shelter in the loudest possible voice.

If you listen carefully, you can hear a slight tremor in her voice.

Chancheng, who was working overtime in the middle of the night, rushed over and urged the staff to leave without even saying hello.

Nakano Ichika and more than a dozen other refugees also lowered their heads and followed the staff out of the hall.

Atram looked around and had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

But out of pride, he forced himself to remain calm, staying still and maintaining his arrogant expression.

A sound of "touch!"

The shelter door was closed by Rin Tohsaka as she left.

In the blink of an eye, only Roy and Atram remained in the entire asylum hall, and a chill inexplicably rose from the vast hall.

"What, you want to duel with me?"

Atram secretly became wary.

His eyes were fixed on Roy, who remained motionless opposite him, while he sneered.

"what……"

Roy let out an exaggerated long sigh.

"Atram, I'm actually not in a good mood today."

He raised his hand and slowly took off his glasses.

In that instant, it was as if a switch had been flipped.

The smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a thick, inky malice.

"Who do you think you are? Do you think you're Rin Tohsaka?"

Roy grinned as wide as he could, head held high, a contemptuous smile on his face.

A storm seemed to be brewing in his eyes.

He lifted his foot, and the sound of his leather hiking boots hitting the tiled floor was jarring in the empty hall.

A thin layer of sweat glistened on Atram's forehead.

"What do you want to do... If it's a magic battle, I'm not afraid of you!"

Roy was getting closer and closer.

Atram's guard crumbled. He knew that Roy was highly skilled in magic, as could be seen from the barrier Roy had built for him. So, before Roy could get close, he shouted defiantly and pulled out his magical costume.

It was a small ceramic pot.

Judging from the mottled marks, it has a long history, and the patterns given by the maker are full of the imagination of ancient people.

It was discovered in a ruin in the Middle East and is generally considered to be the world's oldest battery, developed by chance without any knowledge of its construction and intended for gilding.

In the world of magic, the concept extracted from this history has formed a technique called "Primal Battery".

This is the technique that the Atram family is most skilled at, and it best fits the image of a nouveau riche.

"You've only been learning magic for a few years, right? Let me teach you. The level of your magic skill doesn't necessarily mean the strength of your actual ability!"

Atram sneered, took out a small ceramic pot, and felt his confidence return.

He infused his magic into the small ceramic pot, and its surface immediately rippled with layers of pale electric light. Then, those electric lights exploded and expanded, turning into an electric net that enveloped Roy from a distance.

In the world of magic, a high level of magic skill only reflects extensive knowledge. To be considered a true magician of this era, one must transform magical knowledge into practical ability.

Their clan possesses a primitive battery technique that can transform various forms of magic, such as life force, into electricity—a realm that has been worshipped as a deity in many myths and regions since ancient times.

Among all kinds of magic, this is a spell with considerable destructive power. If twenty or thirty people can activate it together, he can even change the weather!

but--

"boring."

Roy opened his eyes.

The light of the Demon Eye burst forth in his eyes.

For an instant.

Atram then felt as if something had intervened between him and the small ceramic pot.

In the blink of an eye, the small ceramic pot was out of his control.

It was clearly the spell he had unleashed, but at this moment, it seemed to have become the property of some unknown person.

The power grid in mid-air dissipated silently like mist.

"——Magic, magic eye?"

Atram's voice carried a hint of fear that even he himself was unaware of.

The Mystic Eyes are proof of a first-rate magician, and those born with them are even more gifted superhumans.

A gem-quality magic eye can only be obtained by birth.

But isn't he a cyborg?

How could an artificial human possess a naturally occurring magic eye?

Roy wagged his finger.

Suddenly, a burst of electricity erupted from the ceramic pot, like a giant hand that slammed down on Atram.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh-!!"

Before Atram could recover from his chaotic thoughts, he was caught by the lightning-fast hand. With a scream, electricity flowed through his body, and the intense heat scorched his skin black.

Ultimately, even his vocal cords were destroyed, rendering Atram unable to utter a scream.

During this process, Atram could even feel his magic power decreasing.

That's right.

The attack launched by the ceramic pot against itself actually consumed its own magic power!

Is there anything more humiliating than this?

His magic was limited and was quickly exhausted.

Atram lay on the ground, his entire body charred black, covered in burns from the charcoal.

For an ordinary person, death would be imminent at this point, but given the magician's vitality, this injury was not enough to send him to the underworld.

Roy stepped forward, his expression seemingly insatiable.

He looked at me with an expression that said, "Why can't you do this anymore?"

Let me go...

Atram instinctively wanted to beg for mercy.

But he couldn't make a sound at all, not even beg for mercy.

Roy wrote runes on his arms and legs, then came to Atram, bent down, put one foot on his shoulder and one hand on his arm.