Type-Moon: In Another World, I Became an Alien God

Orange has her own ideas about being a magician.

She will not be held back by fear.

In this respect, oranges and greens are almost identical.

"As expected, you are not suited to inherit the Fifth Law."

"Gurgle...!"

Orange had considered various reasons why she might not pass the test.

But I never expected it to turn out like this.

My grandfather rejected my idea without even giving me a chance to try, and he did so in such a simple and direct way.

She had no interest in the root cause.

From beginning to end, Orange simply wanted to give herself a worthy result for her efforts over the past decade.

The same applies if the source is replaced with the Holy Grail.

But now she can't even get the result.

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Oranges value the process more than the result.

However, we cannot only focus on the process.

For the process to be valuable, the result is also necessary.

Even if you discard the result within a second of receiving it.

Now, this is how she views the origins her grandfather spoke of, and this is also her attitude towards the Fifth Magic.

As a human being, she was undoubtedly a genius ahead of her time.

Unlike Aoko, who chose to bear the burden after recognizing everything, she had made this approach a habit.

Such oranges are not suitable for consumption.

How can one easily abandon the outcome after consuming everything?

While Orange and Aozaki's grandfather were arguing.

On the other side, Yao sensed a faint, cold glint, like a venomous snake lurking in the darkness.

I don't know whether to say that the other party hid it too well.

Or perhaps Aozaki's grandfather didn't care.

As Orange laid out all her thoughts, Aozaki's grandfather fell silent.

Finally, it is concluded that oranges are not suitable for inheriting the fifth law.

Both sides fell silent.

The venomous snake saw this opportunity, taking advantage of the moment when the fifth mage was distracted by his sigh.

The swords and blades swayed, flashing like lightning.

Like a gentle breeze, it was the prelude to a murderous storm.

Like a slash meticulously choreographed by a precise machine, its target was precisely the Fifth Mage's body.

However, someone intervened first.

The crisp clanging of metal against metal echoed through the workshop.

"Um--!?"

Yongli raised her eyebrows slightly.

It's unclear whether they were caught off guard by this situation or surprised by the person who stopped them.

Yongli uses the black keys specifically for the proxy.

The blade was made from pages of the Bible.

“As expected…”

Yao's lips curled up slightly.

That's right, it was he who blocked Yongli's attack.

This was a fatal blow, but Yao succeeded, thus saving the mage from physical destruction.

No matter how incompetent the old man is.

Ultimately, he was still an ancestor of the Aozaki family, and Yao Shen bore the responsibility of protecting the Aozaki family.

Of course, we can't let Yongli do whatever she wants.

"Why... Senior Brother Yongli! Why did you kill Grandfather?!"

"Nothing much. I just felt the timing was right... He rarely showed a weakness in front of me, so I killed him."

Yongli said calmly.

It's like talking about what you had for breakfast, as if it were just a trivial matter.

They didn't think there was anything wrong with it at all.

That's really unbelievable.

He even showed no emotion in killing his opponent; he simply swung his sword whenever he felt he could succeed.

Eiri was taken in as a disciple by Aozaki's grandfather.

Yao and Touko knew that he had a close relationship with Aozaki's grandfather.

In the end, he still struck out of instinct, treating that affection as nothing.

It's practically an automatic killing machine.

"call....."

Orange felt a little suffocated.

She also recalled Yao's warning to her, and his more or less evaluation of Yongli.

—A snake in human skin.

The person bit because the other person had entered their safe zone, so the bite was done without any emotion.

Can something like this be called evil?

Yongli showed no emotion whatsoever while wielding her sword.

"However, I'm quite surprised. I didn't expect it to be Yao who stopped me. That swordsmanship... It seems that you're not only skilled in magic, but your physical training is also on par with mine."

Yongli showed a genuine expression of admiration.

At the same time, he didn't put down the black keys in his hand, but instead slightly loosened the restraints under his cloak.

He was a priest in the Holy Church.

It's not unusual to carry black keys with you; some people can even hide hundreds of them on their person.

Did I hurt your feelings?

Yao smiled dismissively and said.

The Niten Ichi-ryu style that Musashi taught him was stored in his mind, and he never stopped practicing it, even throughout the pan-human history.

Now, Yao will practice the two-day style to the Earth Form.

Earth, Water, Wind, Fire, and Space

These five elements are also the five stances of the second day of the first class.

Musashi only mastered the Void Form.

This sword technique, personally taught by the peerless swordsman, is overkill for dealing with Yongli.

"How could that be? As the senior brother, I can only be happy for my junior brother's growth. In fact, this has piqued my interest."

Yongli's words had barely faded when

He burst forth with a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to perceive in the blink of an eye, but to Yao it was as slow as a tortoise.

Today, Yao is no longer what it used to be.

A single glance from the bewitching eyes could freeze him in place, followed by a simple, unadorned kick.

Before losing consciousness, Yongli could only feel astonishment, and then she fainted before any other thoughts could even arise.

The whole process took less than a second.

The game ended without any suspense.

This can hardly be considered a fight; it was a one-sided crushing victory by Yao.

The first sword strike was a parry by Yao.

That doesn't even qualify as an attack.

Only when Yongli rushed out for the second time and was kicked back by Yao could it be considered a real fight.

"That's it for today. Yongli, I'm not standing still anymore..."

"Orange, call the Goda Church and have the Zhou sisters come and take this foolish imposter priest back."

Yao shouted at the dazed orange. Because

All of this happened so fast that it was impossible to react.

"々....I...I understand!"

Orange's emotions were incredibly complex at that moment.

First, his grandfather denied him the right to inherit magic.

Now, witnessing Yao and Yongli fighting, nothing makes her feel at ease.

The only thing to be thankful for is...

Fortunately, Yao was by my side.

Otherwise, with Yongli's divine skill, her slash would surely have severed the Fifth Mage's body.

From the beginning to the end of this process.

Aozaki's grandfather didn't make any statement; he simply stared at the twin swords in Yao's hand.

At first, Yao didn't bring a knife when he came in.

How did these two knives come to be?

The answer, of course, is that he used the concept of "imagination to materialize," directly conjuring up two usable weapons out of thin air.

And so, the mage's lesson came to an end.

The church also sent people to pick up Yongli and take her back.

(Good thing) Although it was indeed incomprehensible that Eri swung her sword, Aozaki's grandfather didn't seem to care much.

Ultimately, it was the Hetian Church that issued a unilateral apology.

This matter has now come to an end.

Yongli did not intend to report the incident to the church afterward.

Despite realizing Yao's extraordinary nature, he ultimately chose not to do so.

It wasn't because I was worried about retaliation against any servant.

Eri's one-sided statement is that the Wenbing family and the Aozaki family have been on good terms for generations, and there is no need to report such a small matter.

Although he has personality flaws.

But that's just my own business.

It can only be said that neither the Aozaki family nor the Bunbing family are ordinary people.

Neither of the parties involved cared.