Type-Moon, the Path of a Magician

Faced with such an unprecedented situation, even the executors who claimed to punish magicians felt troubled.

They were ready to fight with Collective Ulysses. If the situation was not right and there were too many casualties, they would retreat immediately and go back with more people to deal with him.

But the way things turned out was so magical.

The other party agreed to this.

He surrendered so easily and agreed to go with them.

This development felt very unreal to everyone.

“Why…can’t you hear what I said…?” Ulysses’ eyes turned cold.

"Do you need me to treat your useless ears...?"

The atmosphere solidified.

"I dare not." In the end, the leading executor lowered his head and answered.

"Then lead the way... Remember, three times is the limit..."

After saying that, Ulysses glanced at them calmly, then opened the door and returned to the sedan.

"Yes."

Although it felt unreal to see the monarch compromise, the executors did not dare to say anything more.

After all, no one is willing to risk his life to fight against an old monarch.

Their mission was only to bring Ulysses to the Law and Politics Department and then bring him back to the headquarters. Even if Ulysses changed his mind afterwards, it would not be their business.

So the executors present nodded in understanding and drove to lead the way.

The car started moving. Xia Yuan, who had not gotten out of the car from beginning to end, looked through the glass at the car in front, then retracted his gaze to Ulysses beside him and spoke.

"Is everything done? Sir Ulysses."

"Don't worry... I have just asked my son-in-law to contact the Minerals Department... the Astronomy Department... and many noble families affiliated with us... plus the power of our own department... we can take action at any time..."

Astronomy...

Xia Yuan was stunned when he heard the name. He was very familiar with the name of this subject.

The first director of the Human Security Agency Chaldea was the ruler of the Astronomical Department (Animusphia), one of the twelve famous branches of the Magic Association Clock Tower.

I didn’t expect that even he wanted to rebel... No, it should be said to be reform.

But it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter to him at all.

"Well, inform them, and just go ahead and do what's next, just like usual."

“Don’t be arrogant or impatient. Just sit in your position and wait for the right time to come.”

"Don't panic, don't be afraid, as long as you choose to follow me, then..."

Xia Yuan looked serious and said calmly, "There is absolutely no rival ahead of us."

"Yes... Your Excellency the Magician..."

Ulysses bowed his head and answered.

……

……

Da da da--

In the narrow and dark corridor, there was a clear sound of footsteps.

"Well, where are you taking me now?"

Xia Yuan looked at the young woman in a smart suit walking in front of him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked this question even though he knew the answer.

"Didn't you say you would take me to the waiting room to wait for Lord Ulysses to return? But why does this road seem to lead to a basement or something like that?"

"Shut up, you idiot!"

She glared at Xia Yuan fiercely. As an executor, she obviously did not have any good attitude towards the prisoners she was in charge of.

The man in a suit behind them who was also staring at Xia Yuan did not make a sound, but just followed them silently.

While on guard, he also hid a special knife in his sleeve to prevent Xia Yuan from doing anything.

This man and woman were the two designated executors of the seal, one responsible for leading the way and the other for surveillance. They also carried sufficient weapons. Anyone could have predicted that something was wrong in this situation, but it was already too late.

Now that you are here, your life is no longer in your own hands.

This is the headquarters of the Law and Politics Department. No one can act recklessly here, not even the monarch.

Xia Yuan just smiled and didn't care too much about it. He stood between them and let the two staff members lead the way.

Until they stopped in front of a room, the woman pushed open the door of the room, revealing a dark and yellow scene inside.

From this angle, the contents of this room obviously have nothing to do with an "office" or a "lounge". The pale yellow light bulb hanging from the ceiling flickers, and the handcuffs on the wall and bloodstains on the ground all indicate that this is not a wonderful place.

Interrogation room? Probably.

So the next development should be...

"Uh!"

Without waiting for Xia Yuan to react, the capable woman in a suit in front of him suddenly turned around and punched him in the abdomen.

This punch made "Xia Yuan" fall to the ground. Several of his ribs were broken, or his spine was injured by the woman. His limbs seemed to be separated from his body, and the pain made his body tremble continuously. In short, the room was filled with all kinds of screams.

Of course, this is only within her scope of knowledge.

Her companions ignored her as she continued to torture the fallen people and allowed her to begin to torture them.

He raised his hand to break the bones, swung the knife to cut off the flesh, and let the blood flow on the ground. His methods were cruel but also very skillful.

She continued to question him about what happened on the Glasparton Plain.

I could not hear the curses or pleas for mercy from my companions on the ground.

After about ten minutes, Xia Yuan felt that it was about time.

brush--

Along with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, a splash of bright red appeared in the sight.

In just the blink of an eye, the female executioner who was seriously interrogating the prisoner had her head thrown into the air by a flash of mercury arc light, and her body fell straight beside her companion.

Because she was too serious, the expression on her face remained so serious until her death, so serious that she didn't even realize that she was being killed.

Shaking off the small amount of blood on the mercury sword, Xia Yuan lowered his head and looked at the man who had been tortured to death by his companions.

The person who killed the female executor was Xia Yuan, and the person lying on the ground and being interrogated had always been the male executor in Xia Yuan's vision, but the perception had changed in the eyes of another female executor.

From being knocked down by his own companions and then tortured, the man screamed in agony and continued to shout.

"What are you going to do?!"

"Are you crazy?!!"

This kind of words.

But she couldn't hear it, because Xia Yuan had confused her five senses in advance, so that she could only hear the screams he imagined.

The wafting fragrance of flowers and the blue butterflies reflected in the pupils are the best proof of this.

From the moment she came into contact with Xia Yuan, she was under an illusion and fell into his control, and remained immersed in it until her death.

The illusions taught by the Great British magician himself cannot be broken by words alone.

Leaning over to look at the thin man who was lying on the ground, struggling and shouting frantically, "What on earth did you do?" Xia Yuan squatted down and smiled at him gently.

"I'm sorry to bother you with your death, but before you die, could you please answer a few of my questions?"

"Of course, you have no right to refuse."

"——Ahhhhhh!!!"

In the interrogation room, the second round of interrogation was still going on.

……

……

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Unlike the narrow and shabby interrogation room just now, this is an empty and magnificent room.

The dazzling gemstone chandelier hung above the dome, casting a strange light. Huge black desks were placed around the room, some above and some below, and behind each desk there was a figure of sufficient weight.

All monarchs have been invited to gather here for this trial.

At the same time, Ulysses, who was supposed to be one of them, was also brought to the center of the room.

The light fell, and eyes from all directions converged on him at the same time.

Or perhaps out of confidence, Ulysses did not have any magic-binding device on his body.

In front of so many monarchs, no one believed that Ulysses could cause any trouble alone.

"Ah."

When the criminals, judges, and jurors of this case were all gathered in this hall, it was at this moment that the figure sitting on the main seat took the lead in making a proposal.

"Lord Rufreus Nazaire Euripides of the Spiritualist Department, do you have anything else to say about what happened today?"

"Using London's spiritual veins privately and causing a riot in the entire region is unforgivable, no matter what the reason. I think the price to be paid for this crime does not need me to say more."

His serious gaze dropped, and he went straight to the point.

"……unnecessary……"

Ulysses shook his head. Facing the monarch's judgment, he still showed no fear on his face. He said bluntly: "I cannot deny the matter about the London spirit vein... It is indeed caused by the special magic ritual of the spirit sedition... But I will be responsible for repairing the mess..."

"You... have no right to judge me..."

"Asshole! Do you know what you have done? Your actions almost caused the magic environment in London to collapse!"

Suddenly, another voice shouted loudly from the other direction of the room.

"Although you are one of the twelve monarchs of the Magic Association Clock Tower Headquarters, the crime you committed is truly unforgivable."

"So I proposed to skip the trial and directly seal Ulysses for the designated punishment, kick him and his family out of the clock tower and purge them directly!!"

Another figure stood up from the table.

Ulysses listened to this familiar figure and glanced over with cold eyes.

He knew that these were people who disliked him and were taking advantage of the situation to add insult to injury.

But, it doesn’t matter…

It doesn't matter. No matter how much you bark, it won't change the outcome...

So he said nothing.

"Who has any objection?"

The surrounding monarchs were silent, and even the figure on the main seat fell silent, apparently tacitly agreeing to this proposal.

"It seems that everyone has no objection, then..."

The figure nodded with satisfaction.

When he was about to announce the verdict loudly, his expression suddenly changed.

He saw two figures standing up from their seats and slowly walking down the stage. Not only himself, but everyone present couldn't help but frowned.

"I wonder if it's the Mineral Lord, Kenneth El-Melloi Archipelud, and the Celestial Lord, Marisbili Animusphia?"

"Are you two standing up now to protect this criminal?"

The monarch who stood up asked in a bad tone.

"Humph, do I need you to tell me what decisions I should make? Useless old thing."

Kenneth responded with a sneer that was not polite at all.

"I don't think you have many years left to live. Instead of questioning me, you should first try to study magic that can extend your life!"

"you?!"

Kenneth's rude words obviously made the old man behind him very angry.