Magician in Type-Moon

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“Aruba, the rule I set back in the academy days is that anyone who calls me ‘Crimson of Pain’ must die!”

Chapter 244 Projection Magic

Extremely cold-blooded words, filled with boundless killing intent, rang in Aruba's ears.

But in Aruba's view at this moment, Aozaki Touko was still standing in the burning sea of ​​fire, being swallowed by endless blue flames.

Her lips didn't move; she just stared at him coldly.

The magic of synesthesia?

Or is it a visionary technique?

Or is it hinting at magic?

......

Aruba pondered the source of the sound, convinced that the body had not been affected by any magic.

As a top-notch magician, he was absolutely certain of this.

He had considered all the possibilities, but he had overlooked one thing.

"Is this still unclear, Aruba?" Aozaki Touko's voice appeared again.

“How is this possible... Aozaki, what kind of magic did you use?” Aruba asked.

"Magicians can't just casually talk about magic. Aruba, are you still a magic apprentice? Do I really need to explain something this simple to you?"

“What on earth is going on, Aozaki!” Aruba groaned.

“Take a good look around you, Aruba.” Aozaki Touko seemed somewhat speechless at her old classmate’s slowness, so she continued, after all, even in death, one should at least understand why.

"Not the area around this doll, but the area around the secret room you are in now!"

"Impossible, impossible!" Aruba exclaimed, clutching his chest as he refuted the frozen puppeteer before him.

But his instincts told him that the hiding place he had created was no longer safe.

But only he himself knew about this place.

This is a place that even Araya Sōren, an accomplice, cannot find; it is a truly desolate and barren place.

The synesthetic magic depicted on the doll in the Hall of the Sangharama was severed.

Consciousness returns to its original state.

Before the eyes are even open, the perception of magic has already been activated.

No?

There was no sign of life, and the surroundings were completely empty.

Scammed?

Damn it, Aozaki actually resorted to such tricks!

She's clearly already at the pinnacle of the Grand Doll Master class!

Is she afraid of me?

Then we can't give her another chance to escape.

With that thought in mind, Aruba was about to reinfuse his consciousness into the puppet in the Hall of Garan.

But the next moment.

"What are you afraid of? Aruba, why don't you open your eyes and look?"

That devilish whisper rang out again.

Open your eyes?

Yes, why did I only use magic to sense my surroundings?

Shouldn't observing changes in our surroundings be the most basic human instinct?

But why don't I dare...?

He's probably afraid that Aozaki will actually show up in front of him.

...Oh.

In that instant, all the thoughts of revenge he had held against Aozaki Touko crumbled.

Because of fear.

The tightly closed eyes slowly opened.

A figure appeared—Aozaki Touko.

The leather coat she wore, which resembled lizard skin stained brown, was not suitable for her slender figure.

The coat doesn't resemble clothing; instead, it exudes a sense of armor.

The moment he saw it, Aruba suddenly stretched out his hand, his voice becoming sharp and piercing as he repeated the incantation in a tearing manner.

The syllables of the incantation swirled rapidly in the air, and the fluctuations of magic grew stronger and stronger, like an oppressive storm about to erupt.

However, Aozaki Touko still did not make any move.

She stood there, her face expressionless, her gaze even carrying a hint of appreciation, as if what she was witnessing was nothing more than an insignificant singing performance, and she was merely a judge.

In an instant, the air seemed to be sucked out, causing a violent tremor. Then, blue flames suddenly erupted from the ground, the walls, and even the air.

The blue-green flames emitted sharp roars, like countless shrieking ghosts.

The suffocatingly high temperature seemed to evaporate all the water in the human body.

The flames swept towards Aozaki Touko, and everything looked so beautiful.

But the young man in red—Aruba—sat silently at the person in front of him... his body trembling slightly with fear.

"No physical form? A ghost? An illusion? What exactly are you here?!" he muttered to himself, his voice filled with an overwhelming emotion.

Compared to Aruba, who was desperately trying to hide his inner turmoil, Orange was very calm.

Ignoring the young man in the red coat who was glaring at her with bloodshot eyes, she took out a cigarette from her pocket.

He took a deep breath and then exhaled.

Aruba stood there, staring blankly at her.

The particulate smoke from a burnt cigarette is fake!

This is incomprehensible.

It's as if the two people are in different dimensions.

Just like a two-dimensional plane and a three-dimensional solid.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and said, "You can't possibly exist in this place. There must be some mistake."

"Still can't understand? Even if your talent is limited, and even if you've already seen it, you still can't understand this magic trick?"

Orange took the cigarette out of her mouth and continued:

"Isn't this simple? Right now, I'm right above your lens."

Lens?

Lens!

It turned out to be...

"Projection magic!" Aruba's trembling body was as if he were going mad.

This is Aozaki Touko's specialty.

The projection magic created by the reflection of a smooth mirror surface could indeed be utilized if the structure of the human eyeball were similar.

But how did she find my original body?

Is it that doll?

How to utilize the light reflected back to the doll's body based on the structure of the doll's eyeball?

It turned out to be the case.

But why did it take you so long to think of that!

Cornelius Aruba was a first-rate magician. Although the magic duel had clouded his mind, he quickly understood what was going on after some prompting.

"Your real body is still in that agency! You've been fooled! Was it another diversionary tactic, Aozaki?!"

"Why do you think that?" Orange tilted her head. "Do you think I'm the kind of person who wouldn't take action after finding your true form?"

"Heh," the orange magician chuckled, a wicked smile spreading across his face, his tone laced with cold mockery:

"Aruba, thanks to your slowness, my magic is complete. Now that you dare to utter that name, you can die a quick and painless death."

As Orange finished speaking, two deep, eerie lights shone behind her in the darkness—

Those are two eyes.

A black monster, seemingly born from the void, roared in a low voice, its tentacles stretching out rapidly like thorns, and seized Cornelius Aruba.

The monster began to eat from his feet with thousands of tiny mouths.

Intense pain and fear overwhelmed Aruba's senses, rendering him completely immobile. He could only watch helplessly as his body was torn apart and devoured piece by piece.

He could only be eaten alive like this, and before he lost consciousness, all he could see was his head.

He looked at the puppeteer who was looking at him with a detached gaze, staring intently at Aozaki Touko's cold and indifferent expression.

The passing classmate just watched this horrific death with a look of disdain in his eyes.

Chapter 245: Just Want to Say a Little More

With Aruba's death, the blue flames in the agency lost their magical support and began to slowly dissipate.

The air was thick with the smell of burning, and the flames gradually dimmed, but they had already left irreversible scars on the interior of the building.

The walls and ceiling were charred black by the intense heat, the load-bearing beams creaked under the strain, and the floor was covered with cracks and scorched earth left by the flames.