Magician in Type-Moon

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They moved among the enormous bookshelves, guiding the two deeper into the space without hesitation.

Footsteps echoed in the dimly lit library, and the sense of oppression and antiquity grew stronger.

"Hush-hush-"

Blue flames suddenly ignited with the sound of their footsteps.

The flames were not ordinary firelight; they seemed to be a kind of magical light activated by some special magic. Led by the skeletal soldiers, they spread to the surrounding walls, illuminating the dusty and forgotten bookshelves.

This blue flame not only illuminated the surroundings, but also seemed to be responding to some kind of call, as if warmly welcoming its long-absent master and his entourage.

The old man suddenly spoke, a hint of surprise in his voice: "I never expected... that the realm recording tape would actually unleash its spiritual power in London..."

He stopped speaking, turned his head, and stared intently at Olga Marie.

"Marisbury...did he tell you anything?" he asked slowly, his eyes seemingly holding an unspoken meaning.

Olga Marie frowned and replied softly, "Father didn't say anything."

"Is that so..." The old man sighed softly and nodded thoughtfully.

"Do you have any leads related to Father?" Olga Marie followed up, her tone carrying a hint of urgency.

The old man shook his head and mumbled, "...No."

He paused, as if recalling something: "If it were Kenneth, perhaps he would know something... After all... his condition at that time was really... strange..."

"What do you mean?" Olga Marie's heart skipped a beat, eager to know more.

However, just as she was about to ask further questions, the skeletal soldier suddenly stopped, interrupting her.

The surrounding area was a forest of bookshelves that defied description. The densely packed bookshelves exuded an ancient aura, as if every stone slab and every book was telling a long-ago story. The magic and energy density here was oppressive; even the particles in the air seemed to be filled with some invisible power.

The atmosphere here is different from that of a typical magic space; it's more like a place forgotten by time, where the dust of years has settled.

“…This is it.” The old man suddenly pulled a book out of the bookshelf; the cover of the book was covered with a thick layer of dust.

Compared to other books, this one has a noticeably thinner layer of dust.

He blew a breath, and a name was inscribed beneath the scattered dust.

“Yes, that name is Marchi Zorgen.” Euryphus’s voice was steady and deep, carrying a hint of the weight of years.

The name echoed in Olga Marie's mind, but she didn't feel any familiarity with it.

She tried hard to recall, but she could never grasp that one connection.

Based on the pronunciation of the name, she guessed that the person was likely from a remote place in Northern or Eastern Europe.

Her thoughts drifted involuntarily to those distant, cold, and dark lands.

That kind of environment dictates that the people there must possess extraordinary resilience and strength to survive the relentless blizzards and maintain warmth and rationality in their hearts on sunless days.

"Who exactly is this person?" she couldn't help but wonder.

Euryphus seemed to see through her confusion, sighed softly, and slowly said:

"He was a magician who investigated some kind of mysterious magic in the clock tower hundreds of years ago. Some say he was like a sleepwalker, or that he spent his whole life chasing an unattainable dream."

.........

The two took trams and buses, a journey that took two hours, before finally arriving at their destination.

As the scenery outside the car window changed, the surrounding environment became increasingly quiet and desolate.

The hustle and bustle of the big town gradually faded away, and the small town seemed to be surrounded by the embrace of nature. Scattered houses were nestled among the vast grasslands and dense forests, carrying a sense of tranquil solitude.

The place where you get off at Matouchi is a remote station, surrounded by weeds and distant hills.

After following the map and road signs for more than ten minutes, they arrived at their destination.

The town was unusually quiet, filled with the scent of grass and earth, as if it were isolated from the world.

Upon entering the clinic, Matou Ike spoke briefly with Yvette, an elderly woman who was dozing behind the counter.

Although the old woman seemed a little slow, she still warmly led them into the examination room.

The sunlight streaming through the window into the ward formed angled beams, warm but not glaring.

The air carried a faint smell of disinfectant, which felt both fresh and somewhat unfamiliar. The entire room seemed frozen in time; apart from the soft classical music playing, the clinic was completely empty, not even a nurse in sight.

Perhaps there are no patients today, or perhaps it's during their break time.

Suddenly, footsteps came from the doorway on the other side.

"Hi, are you the visitor?" A voice with a gentle smile broke the silence.

Matouchi turned around and saw a robust doctor, about sixty years old, walk in.

His hair was starting to turn gray, and he had a pair of reading glasses tucked into the breast pocket of his white doctor's gown. His eyes showed a hint of fatigue, but he still maintained a calm demeanor.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Grote." Matou Ike stood up and bowed politely.

The doctor smiled, shook his hand firmly, and then sat down behind the examination table.

"I heard you came all the way from London to interview me?"

"No, that's not how it is." Matou Ike's tone carried a gentle smile, as if she were talking to a long-lost friend.

"Actually, it's because... 'Aren't we old friends?' We haven't seen each other for a long time, and I have a lot to talk to you about."

Of course, this was the first time that Matou Ike and the doctor had met.

Yvette immediately saw through the reason.

Hints at magic.

Even in situations where the logic is so complex that it becomes contradictory, it is impossible to disentangle it.

But when exactly did it start?

Yvette was completely unaware of it.

However, this was not a big deal, so Yvette refocused her attention on the doctor in front of her.

"What's wrong?" Seemingly noticing Yvette's strange gaze, the doctor tilted his head in confusion.

"No, it doesn't matter. She's my assistant."

"Haha, is that so? You've reached that age too?"

The two seem to have become close friends despite their age difference. Although it's somewhat dramatic, the slightly outrageous premise might actually be surprisingly easy to apply.

Matouchi crossed her fingers again and asked the question.

"So, I also asked the counter staff, do you remember the patient from thirty years ago?"

Chapter 582 Disappearance (4k)

"...Yes, of course I remember."

Dr. Gulot nodded slightly, a complex light flashing in his eyes.

"His current name is Hartres."

This sudden information startled Yvette slightly, and she couldn't help but gasp.

She subconsciously recalled what Matou Ike had said on the train earlier—

"Hartles has had contact with fairies."

The envelope sent by King El-Melloi II contained a message about Dr. Hartles.

These messages could not possibly have been contained in the text written on the back of the envelope alone.

The reason for requiring the reader to use magic to make the message appear is to transform the text recorded therein into a simulated magic formula, which gathers the vast amount of information found by El-Melloi II and plays it out on the magic circuit of Matou Pond.

This is undoubtedly a miracle of the fusion of science and magic in modern magic.

Compared to traditional recording media, it is more complex and efficient, and can almost be regarded as a more advanced magic recording method than CDs.

"...The problem of the replacements only arose upon their return. And Hartrace, upon his return, had been hidden by a certain doctor..."

This information is precisely the reason for Matou Ike and Yvette's trip.

The words in the envelope led them to this remote town.

This "doctor" is none other than Gulot in front of us.

After a while, Gulot spoke softly, breaking the silence.

"If it's you, it's okay to say it."

He nodded slightly, his white eyelashes trembling slightly, and said softly:

"At that time, I was just a young man with ideals. My father often scolded me for being too stubborn and too idealistic."

However, when the patient was brought to me, my father insisted on transferring him to another hospital. He felt that we didn't have the capacity to accept such a patient and that he needed to be sent to a more specialized facility.

The doctor's eyes gradually became hazy as he recalled those years, as if he himself had been caught in the vortex of that time.

“But I couldn’t bear it. Just as he was about to be sent away, I secretly arranged for him to be admitted to the hospital. After all, there was no other way out.”

Yvette listened silently, seemingly seeing a younger version of herself in Glott's slightly sorrowful tone—

A young man full of ideals strives to realize his dreams, despite being constrained by reality and family pressures.

Everyone goes through a period where they yearn to demonstrate their value at the right time and are willing to do anything to prove their abilities.

Gulot narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze fixed on the distance.

"When I first found Hartres, his injuries were simply unimaginable."

He was almost dead, covered in wounds so severe that survival seemed impossible. At the time, I had no idea what he had gone through, and I couldn't comprehend how such injuries hadn't killed him.

He paused for a moment, as if recalling the shock and helplessness of that instant.

"However, despite the surprisingly quick healing of my injuries, problems still existed. It was then that I realized there was a much bigger problem, far beyond ordinary injuries."

"What's the problem? For example, the lack of a heart or something?" Matou Ike's sharp eyes immediately pointed out the suspicious points.

"Hmm." The doctor fell silent, his gaze somewhat unfocused, as if recalling the details that puzzled him. "Where did you hear that from?"

"I will omit the details."

Matou Ike answered calmly, without a trace of emotion in his voice.