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It's just that their focuses are different. The reason why Aruba didn't become a practical person like Kiritsugu is simply because becoming a magus would make him feel superior and different.

This was really ridiculous. Among all the magicians Roland had ever seen, there was no one more ridiculous than this.

There are mediocre magicians, and there are things that magicians want to do but cannot do.

Magicians will also be despised, will meet people who are much more powerful than themselves, and will also be bound by their innate qualities.

A person who is empty inside and always relies on the outside world to fill his self-esteem will be a cowardly, superficial and contemptible person at heart, whether he is a magician or not.

But Aruba has not even thought about such a thing.

"It was a rare opportunity for me to meet someone related to Aozaki. I wanted to save your brain and make a puppet to report to Aozaki. But since you are so anxious to die, I will grant your wish."

After hearing Roland's words, Aruba's face was twisted in disgust.

He chanted the spell with such force that it seemed as if his throat would be broken.

Only by completely destroying the other person's life and existence can his morbid self-esteem be satisfied.

"It would be very difficult for you to accomplish this task alone, but since you have allowed me to see the diversity of human beings and have disillusioned me with magicians, I will give you a special reward."

Roland patted Asagami Fujino's shoulder, motioning her to stay where she was, and walked forward alone.

"I won't put up any resistance. I will just walk towards you at a normal speed. If you hurt me before I touch you, I will let you live. But if you don't..."

Roland smiled and said calmly: "Then, I will extract your soul and fuse it with the stone. I will let you stay in this city forever and watch over everything."

The red-robed magician's face darkened completely, and he looked at Roland in silence. Roland's emotionless words were more like some kind of law than a threat.

When the other person raised his head and looked at him, he felt a strong chill and subconsciously took a step back while hugging his chest. His body trembled slightly with fear, as if he had completely abandoned his previous reserve and pride.

But the backward movement only lasted for a moment and then stopped.

His instinct told him that if he didn't do what the other party said, everything he had would be denied.

"Well, Red Magician, I hope you live up to the title."

Compared to Aruba who was trying hard to suppress his panic, Roland seemed very calm. He moved forward in the direction of the other party at a moderate pace, as if taking a walk.

And the closer Roland got, the more Aruba couldn't stop the chill running down his back.

Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore and said, "I'm just a nobody! Don't look down on me!"

Although his personality value was that of a scumbag that even a non-picky eater like Roland was too lazy to eat, with the accumulation of innate materials, his strength as a magician was first-class, and he also had practical experience, so he responded in time.

"Disappear! Phantom, I will turn the visible into invisible!

Forget it! Darkness, the invisible will never be touched!

There is no doubt, the answer is obvious; I hold the light in my left hand and the truth in my right hand."

Aruba calmed down and chanted the spell at a speed close to his limit.

——For magic, spells are nothing more than self-suggestions given to individuals, and are not something that can be easily copied. The nature of magic is that of raising the wind. Just like a person who has awakened the origin, the power of this ability is determined from the beginning and its nature will not change due to different users.

However, chanting can make it different. Through the hint of the spell, the magician can integrate the circuit and his own properties into the ritual. Therefore, in addition to containing the keywords necessary to discover the magic, the specific spell is based on the preferences of each magician.

Just like the Tohsaka family often adds the phrase 'My ancestor and my master Shubainn Ogu' into key spells, symbolizing their relationship with the second magician, Jewel, thereby emphasizing their identity, strengthening their self-confidence, and guiding the improvement of their own strength. Other magicians do not need to do this and can be more concise.

Therefore, magicians who like to exaggerate and are easily self-indulgent often chant very long spells. However, it is also true that the power of the spell is increased due to the strong suggestion brought by the length of the spell.

From this aspect, Aruba's chanting can be said to be excellent. Although he likes to chant beyond the necessary length and with a lot of useless content, in terms of specific combination, it is neither exaggerated nor too long. He uses the minimum level of rhyme to inspire his high spirits, and with a chanting time of less than two seconds, it forms a circuit connection with the actions of the material world.

Even from Roland's current perspective, in terms of human capabilities, the other party did have first-class skills.

"I am the truth of all things. Before me, you will destroy yourself!"

Aruba stretched out one hand, and the atmosphere vibrated slightly, causing Roland's front to immediately burn.

Like a mirage rising from the ground, the blue sea of ​​fire swallowed up everything around Roland.

Every time the flames emerged around Roland, they penetrated the ground and shot straight into the sky, just like geysers erupting in a volcanic area.

In just a moment, the sea of ​​fire took away all the oxygen around. In the face of the magical flame that exceeded thousands of degrees Celsius, any creature could transform it from solid to gas like butter. The process of turning it into liquid in the middle did not even take one thousandth of a second.

But Aruba saw that after the flames burned out, there was a young man walking towards him with a radiant look on his face.

"impossible……"

Being stared at by those scarlet eyes, Aruba let out a sound of fear.

"Oh," Roland exclaimed, "It's indeed good. He's probably only a little bit weaker than Kenneth. He's also one of the outstanding ones in the sex level."

Although there might be some teasing tone in his voice, Roland's praise at this moment was genuine.

The magician rating given by the Clock Tower is mixed with many factors of thesis results. To reach the level of the priest, a certain degree of performance is required. To further your studies, qualifications and wisdom are indispensable. A certain Egyptian who did not want to be named Ermero II was stuck in the level of canon for a long time, so you can imagine the difficulty of assessing the color level.

Of course, this rating only represents the lower limit of a magician and cannot directly represent combat effectiveness.

When he was young, he was officially designated as being able to fight servants alone and even win depending on the situation. However, because he was unwilling to waste time publishing papers and improving his resume, his rating was only a deity.

Although Kenneth has always been criticized for his tactics, his strength as a magician is quite terrifying. After all, even if he is not good at fighting, the combat power converted from his achievements is enough to last for twenty years.

Even though Aruba, a first-rate magician with a family background and talent that was not inferior to his and who also had practical experience, was still no match for Kenneth, who was a theorist. It was clear from this that there was a reason why he was designated as the heir of a monarch family like El-Melloi at such a young age.

In the original novel, he was in a mess, but no matter he blew up a building or attacked by surprise, he couldn't kill Kenneth with one blow. If he didn't have a special attack like the Origin Bomb,

"The child prodigy from the Mineral Science Department? Isn't he dead..."

El-Melloi's decline was big news in the Clock Tower, and the one who did it was Danic from the Thousand Worlds Tree, which caused quite a stir. At the time, he was gloating over the misfortune, and Aruba naturally heard about it, as if he had connected the clues together. However, now he no longer has the energy to guess Roland's true identity.

Without even a second thought, Aruba used his trump card once again, reproducing a magic that required a long chant with just a few words.

"Repeat!"

With a sharp tearing sound, the sea of ​​fire gushed out again, and then disappeared in an instant.

Although Aruba has always behaved like a traditional magician, his dismissive attitude towards his roots shows that he is essentially a combination of a traditionalist and a reformist.

Compared to the old antiques in the clock tower, he didn't care about the printing technology that would blaspheme the mystery.

What communication technology will poison the mystery, this statement.

Things like Copy and Repeat, in his opinion, are good carriers. The starting words can be spread through the ignorant masses, and the magic chant can be done just once!

“Repeat!”

Aruba swung his staff vigorously, filling the spell with hatred and curses. When it touched the air, it burned like gasoline on fire, turning into flames that surrounded the enemy who should not exist in this world.

But... although the flames wanted to envelop Roland, they died before they could get close to him.

Roland, who slowly approached from the disappearing flames, also sighed, "Being able to instantly release high-temperature flames so many times does not completely disgrace the title of Red Magician."

The horror before death finally made Aruba's poor brain understand some facts.

Would such an existence also ask for help from Aozaki Touko?

He immediately realized why Araya Soren's behavior yesterday was so obvious.

Huangye, you plotted against me!

But in the face of the fear that even swallowed up his thoughts, he just opened his mouth to beg for mercy, but his knees collapsed to the ground as if the bones were pulled out, and he could only utter a weak denial.

"impossible……"

Hearing Aruba's words, Roland frowned, and his ruby ​​eyes revealed the fact that he was tired of hearing this sentence.

"It's my turn. Give me your soul."

He was too lazy to even stretch out his hand. A faint white light appeared in his eyes, and he was ready to take out Aruba's soul. But the incredible thing was that when the sheep's divine power touched Aruba, the first thing that came out was not the other party's soul, but a strange phenomenon, as if trying to convey something to Roland.

——A disk with a unique luster slowly popped out from above Aruba's head.

Along with such signs, Aruba, who was still groaning with regret, became more unfocused, as if he had fallen into a dream.

"This...what is this!"

Aruba, who had completely lost control of his body but was still mentally clear, suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the strange yet mechanical disc on his forehead, and let out a terrified cry.

"It is... an order. I see. You are just a 'letter'. No wonder it was not delivered until the afternoon. He started to carve the specific contents into your body after I left."

Roland looked at this strange disc with a hint of joy in his eyes, as if some fact conveyed in it touched him.

"What are you talking about! I went out at noon!"

Aruba's words became weaker and weaker, but after being awakened, he also found that there was indeed a strange blank in his mind. Since noon, he obviously did not come into contact with any strange people...

wrong……

There is still one person.

"Did I fall into his hands from the very beginning? Was I a clown from the very beginning?!"

The young man in red made a sound of panic and regret.

But Roland no longer intended to listen to his shouts. He turned his head away, not intending to waste time here.

"Let's go, Fujino."

Without saying a word, Roland left with Asagami Fujino, who was looking at the disc on Aruba's head with some curiosity, without any reluctance, as if the other party was just a dispensable trash.

Aruba, who was kneeling on the ground, did not even feel the slightest bit of relief for surviving the disaster. He moved his eyes, which he could still control, and looked down, watching the mud covering his flesh and blood bit by bit. The sticky orange liquid flowed on the surface of his body, quickly transforming him into a new life.

The man was not joking, he really wanted to turn himself into a living stone.

He had to do something, he had to take advantage of his opponent's contempt. As a first-rate magus, he could not give up on launching the spell even if only his eyeballs could move.

Aruba desperately gave himself hints before the connection with his body was severed, trying to establish the circuit.

My thoughts are constantly flying, sorting out everything I have encountered.

What kind of existence is that man? This is definitely not something that can be produced in modern times. Could it be that the origin is true, and Araya has indeed found the right path, so the restraining force sent out the guardian?

But would the guardian be so careless... He clearly has the power to wipe himself out, but he doesn't do it immediately, and instead lets himself slowly experience this torture-like torment.

It doesn't make sense to use bad taste, otherwise why would he leave? Appreciating his own performance under such torture is the key to this behavior.

Thinking of the 'letter' Roland said before, Aruba's eyes bulged and he suddenly looked towards the alley where Roland left.

Three minutes have passed, and my lower body has completely turned to stone. If that guess is true, then there should be some...

Just as Aruba's eyes widened and he was struggling like a fish on a chopping board, a figure suddenly appeared from the alley and walked towards him.

The figure looked very tall, but his steps were as if he had received training. Each step was very steady and without any unnecessary sound.

The man was wearing a black priest's robe, and his heavy and depressed temperament made him look like an old friend of Aruba, Araya Soren.

Aruba recognized this guy. The priest who originated from the Pleasure Ones but appeared more depressed than Araya left a deep impression on him.

This impression was even more profound after feeling how terrifying the new power gained by the other party after awakening its origin was.

Araya was right, from the very beginning, contacting this man was a bad idea.

The moment this man appeared, the body that had been unable to move regained control as if by a medical miracle.

The magician in red called out the other person's name in a trembling voice.

"Kotomine Kirei...it's actually you..."

He opened his mouth, ready to use his last bit of strength to chant a spell to teach the other party a lesson before he completely lost consciousness, but he had just opened his mouth.

That strange dream-like blankness once again made him fall into a trance.

When he opened his eyes, Kotomine Kirei was already holding two stacked CDs in his hands.

"What have you done...my knowledge, my memory..."

Aruba's voice became weaker and weaker, and he was forced to interrupt the spell he had just chanted silently.

It wasn't because of his lack of willpower, but because the knowledge, the ability and the memory itself, like ice in water, suddenly broke away from his mind.

"——[DISC] recovered."

Cold and solemn words came out of his mouth, and after putting the two discs away, Kotomine Kirei looked coldly at the embarrassed magus in front of him, without even thinking of explaining.

"Now, the most crucial factors have been gathered. Rejoice, magician. You will become a cornerstone on the road to true happiness. This is the supreme honor."

Kotomine Kirei slowly raised his hand, staring at the pale shadow overlapping his wrist, then slowly opened another DVD box from his arms, pulled out a disk, and spoke with enthusiasm and anticipation.

"At this rate, it will take about two minutes for you to be completely petrified. So, before I give you to Lord Roland, let me make the last use of your value. How can I not celebrate the beginning of such a great cause?"

"Praise it! What is born from our humble souls is heaven, and a new world is about to begin!"

Kotomine Kirei turned his wrist and threw the disk directly into Aruba's brain like throwing a dart!

But the physical disk did not cut his head in half, but slowly melted into his head.

The solemn priest didn't seem surprised by this fact. He slowly spread out his hands and closed his eyes in ecstasy as if he was conducting an orchestra.