In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

Chapter 179 The Use of Time Determination: Witnessing the Brilliance of "Magic" to the World

Regarding the boy who suddenly arrived more than half a month ago, claiming to be the owner of the so-called 'Kuonji Mansion' and calling himself 'Louis,' Kuonji Yuzu's initial feelings were not particularly resistant because of the witch Maine's instructions, but she only passively accepted it rather than actively welcoming it.

At first, she even found this guy...somewhat annoying.

Whether it's deliberately teasing her or intentionally watching herself embarrass herself, the girl named Yuzhu, who inherited the mysterious witch of Mainster, also harbored the idea of ​​not letting her 'succeed' from the very beginning.

Stubbornly refusing to show the expression this guy wanted to see.

Stubbornly keeping his face tense, he refused to relax.

No matter how much she disliked it, or how much she felt emotionally turbulent, the tranquility of a young girl living alone in the mansion for ten years was enough to completely conceal it all.

But there were only a few days left.

Unbeknownst to her, Yuzhu found herself getting used to this teasing, used to the daily emotional ups and downs that had never occurred in the otherwise peaceful ten years she had lived through.

Without realizing it, she had gotten used to the boy's amused expression as he looked at her.

She discovered that the dislike she felt had completely vanished.

Every day, there's even a little bit of anticipation.

I'm looking forward to something different happening.

Such changes are silent, and in most cases, even Yuzhu herself has not noticed them—only Aoko, as an observer, has seen them, but has not pointed them out.

This subtle influence was only realized by Youzhu during the three days that Lu Kang briefly left to lure out the annoying woman known as the 'Heavenly Demon'.

Those three days were too peaceful, too quiet.

The silence was so profound that it made the witch, whose heart had remained unmoved for ten years, feel extremely uncomfortable and uneasy.

For those three days, even the only memento left by her mother, the Kuonji family mansion, which she had always guarded, became a place that made it difficult for her to find peace.

At first, she didn't know why.

It wasn't until later that Lu Kang uttered the phrase "the witch's best friend."

She suddenly realized that this was probably what it felt like to have a close friend.

She hated that woman named 'Kichijoin Kihara', that alluring and beautiful woman dressed as a nun with the code name 'Tenma'.

She could tell that the woman had been trying to get close to Lu Kang.

She hated seeing that kind of scene.

She even felt that at times, the interactions between Lu Kang and Qingzi were somewhat jarring.

Shouldn't a true 'best friend' be unique?

Shouldn't it belong solely to oneself?

...

But were they really just 'close friends'?

On the way back from shopping that day, Aoko heard her own story and her expression was very complicated, but also somewhat gratified.

The witch, who lived far removed from the world, had no idea what that meant.

However, it is clear that she denies what she said.

My feelings are beyond what a 'closest friend' could describe.

Whether it's something you hate or something you like.

Whether it's rejection or acceptance.

What she felt for that boy named Lu Kang was definitely not the kind of possessiveness that should exist between simple friends.

So, what is that?

"Qingzi still needs to go to school."

Looking at Yu-zhu's gaze as she sat up, and at the graceful figure of the young woman, which was both upright and subtly revealed beneath her robes, Lu Kang responded to her earlier words with a smile: "You also need to go back and continue 'managing' your mansion, and—instruct your newly recruited 'students'."

Although they are now teacher and student, Sakura Tohsaka has temporarily returned to the Tohsaka family home.

They waited until Yuzu returned to Misaki City before sending someone to pick her up.

"And I, too, still have things to do."

"But this is only a temporary separation, Ayumi."

"What you need to know is that every encounter is a reunion after a long separation, and every parting is for the sake of the next encounter."

Lu Kang could not possibly be unaware of or fail to perceive the witch's complex thoughts.

Lu Kang, who possessed the unique and inherent barrier magic 'Evil Spirit Left Palace' that reflected the inner thoughts of others, could also clearly see her emotional changes.

However, he never tries to stop something that happens naturally.

Life is about experiencing everything that can be experienced.

For example, regrettably, Lu Kang prefers to go with the flow and do whatever he wants, rather than giving up anything.

"So, we'll meet again, right?" Youzhu understood what Lu Kang meant.

“Of course,” Lu Kang smiled. “At that time, even if you don’t want to see me—I will still barge into your house.”

"Don't forget, my name is still written on your land!"

"...Um."

Without the slightest hesitation, Yuzhu nodded gently.

If there is a next time, the witch's shadow will no longer be needed as a key.

She will no longer passively accept or reject him, but will actively embrace and welcome his arrival.

By the time.

Perhaps I can better understand what my current feelings represent!

...

Block, block, block!

The sound of bells echoed throughout the temple.

This is an evening bell called the "Night-Stabilizing Bell" that is passed down in the temple. It is intended to calm the mind in the mountains and sweep away all kinds of troubles. Of course, in Lu Kang's perception, the greater function of this bell is to awaken the monks in Liudong Temple who are responsible for guarding the earth veins, and the time when the magic is most active has arrived.

But that only applies to the past.

Today, only one monk and one lineage 'abbot' remain in Ryudong Temple. This abbot of Ryudong Temple does not belong to the mystical side; he is just an ordinary person.

The only remaining function of the bell's sound is as a tradition.

However, at this moment, he informed Lu Kang and the others that the best time to open the path to the 'Great Grail' ritual had arrived.

In the spacious temple courtyard, surrounded by wooden pavilions in the center, the sound of bells resonated, and the gravel on the stone-paved ground trembled slightly. Lu Kang listened to the sounds coming from below and could clearly hear the rumbling vibrations like a 'dragon' below.

It's like an underground torrent of water flowing by.

It's like blood flowing through pipes washing away stubborn remnants underground, splashing out the faint mystery that remains in the world.

Lu Condon walked here.

Midnight has arrived.

He looked up and met the gaze of the witch dressed in black atop the temple.

The witch, facing the chilling autumn evening wind, wore a headdress of jet-black fur. Her short, jet-black hair fell loosely on both sides, clinging to her cheeks and making her already excessively pale face appear as flawless as snow. She wore not only a jet-black long dress but also a fur-lined coat. Even though the color was still jet black, it seemed to blend into the night. The blacker the black, the whiter it appeared, as bright as the moon in the night sky.

The girl's curves, barely visible, were further enveloped by the wind.

Youzhu and Lu Kang gazed at each other from afar.

Aoko was still fast asleep in the room below Ayumi, her eyes drooping as she looked down.

Neither Youzhu nor Lukang went to wake her up.

Because they were enjoying this rare moment of peace and quiet together.

Also because.

"Using the orbit of 'time' to recreate the day the Greater Grail was established."

Such is the application of magic.

No need for Aoko.

Lu Kang will too.

Yes.

What he wanted to show was never the Great Grail of today.

Instead, it was the original form of the ritual, recorded by the 'earth veins,' that was a reversal of 'entropy.'

"Now, let the world witness the glory of 'magic'!"

Chapter 180 Grand Order Decision, Magical Combination, Winter Saintess

Suburbs of London, England.

The location of the Clock Tower headquarters.

Fifty thousand meters underground.

This is an extremely deep depth. Although it is still just a thin film for the entire planet, it is already a realm that modern human civilization, which relies on technological development, can never reach. According to the rules of 'physics', the temperature here would be extremely high and extremely hot because it is close to the asthenosphere of the mantle where the Earth's core is active. Life with a temperature of over 1,000 degrees Celsius would be unable to function normally. Even ordinary rocks would become soft and rotten, and only metals with high melting points and special crystals could exist.

But beneath this mysterious gathering of Big Ben, something different unfolds.

Inside the 'cave' that was once carved out by Albion, the oldest world dragon, the situation is different.

The temperature here is not high, but it fluctuates wildly, cycling between minus twenty degrees Celsius and plus fifty degrees Celsius day and night. The place is also full of prismatic, dark blue crystals, but they are neither metal nor ore—they are 'magic ore' formed by the condensation of high concentrations of magic power, and 'gems' formed by the crystallization of magic power.

The atmosphere here is filled with the pulse of the last life of the ancient dragon species, a dragon species magic that is infinitely close to the true ether in the age of gods.

Ordinary life forms, without an extremely strong adaptability to the mysterious, would have their lungs destroyed in an instant, even by just one breath.

This is the deepest part of the Tomb of Albion, the location of the dragon's 'ancient heart'.

It is also the location where the deepest decisions are made inside the Clock Tower, and where the 'Grand Decree', in which the twelve generations of monarchs participate in deciding important matters, is held.

When the Grand Order is decided, the 'dam' leading to the uppermost level of the Tomb of Albion will be opened. It is the passage for the kings to arrive, and ancient magic will rise from it and permeate all things here. This is the scene at this moment, happening right now, inside this 'ancient heart', on the ancient altar deeper inside.

"Then, could you explain the purpose of this 'resolution'—King Barthemello?"

On a pristine white platform, surrounded by two hexagrams and woven from the legacies of the twelve monarchs, a figure slowly opened his eyes, followed by a deep, resonant, and majestic voice.

It was clearly not the real thing, but it was woven from invisible glimmers of light. Even though it was just a projection of magic, the tall and majestic figure of the middle-aged man still exuded the majesty of a 'king'.

Located in one of the most 'core' triangles of the altar, symbolizing his exalted status even among the monarchs of magicians, his name is 'Marg Daniel Transberio Elrod'. He is the head of the entire basic course this year, the 'King' of the Transberio family, a magician of color position—possessing the omnipotent mark inherited from the Transberio family, as well as the quality and quantity of magic power brought about by the overwhelming number of magic circuits that he inherited from other magicians.

The moment he opened his eyes, he immediately asked a question to another core location.

He was questioning the current King of Barthezmello, an elderly monarch who had not yet stepped down.

That was also a projection, slender yet upright and tall.

"It really needs an explanation."

But before the elderly monarch Barthezmello could speak, another voice rang out from the side, echoing around him.

This was an elderly man, also around seventy years old, with a gray face and long, white beard and hair, which made him look much older than Barthezmello, who was the same age. He was leaning on a cane, wearing a suit and an overcoat. Although he looked frail, no one dared to underestimate him.

Head of the Spellcasting Department, 'Monarch' Rufreus Nazele Euriffis.

No matter how frail he may appear, the old man who wields the pinnacle of modern magic, the 'spirit' magic, exudes a mystery that moves anyone who beholds him.

He said, "If I remember correctly, the last Grand Rank decision was aimed at granting permission for the 'Sealing Order' arrest warrant for Aozaki Touko, one of the few remaining Grand Rank magicians of our time, right?"

The creation of a seal for a Grand Magician is indeed worth the effort of the monarchs.

"But if nothing similar happens this time, then Barthezmello will have to compensate us for the time we wasted."

Even when facing the Clock Tower’s long-standing and true ruler, the monarch of the Law and Politics Department, Euryphus, he showed no sign of weakness.

As fellow "monarchs" and among the pinnacle of modern magic, their factions may differ in rank, but personally, they are equally equal.

At least that's the case for this generation.