Type-Moon, the Path of a Magician

Especially since he was really hit in a sore spot.

"Just be patient, everyone."

"Hmm? We already know that Kenneth and Ulysses have an inseparable relationship."

Another monarch stood up, a representative of the democrats.

"But, Marisbilly, why do you stand on Ulysses' side?"

"I'm sorry, everyone. I can't tell you the specific reason. But this time I choose to stand on the side of Lord Ulysses."

Faced with the big shot's questioning, Marisbury shook his head helplessly.

"Really... I didn't expect that three monarchs would be involved. It's really surprising."

"Hmph, three monarchs... But it's still meaningless. Even if we vote, we have an overwhelming advantage."

Another figure suddenly spoke.

"So the objection is invalid and the trial will continue!"

"I will be assigned the seal of Ulysses, and the Spiritual Adoration Department and the faction will be liquidated together."

Finally, the figure sitting on the high seat delivered the final judgment.

When the verdict is handed down, just listen.

"I disagree--"

A slightly harsh voice of objection rang out, echoing in the conference room hall.

All the monarchs were slightly stunned, and then turned their heads to look in the direction of the sound, but all they saw was still darkness, and there was no sign that the door had been opened.

But the next moment, their hair immediately stood up.

It was as if a small amount of foreign matter was suddenly mixed into the sugar water. Although it is hard to describe, it is just such a strange feeling.

A cold sweat seeped down their necks and the atmosphere became extremely tense.

It was only then that they realized that there was a person standing next to Ulysses. However, they had not noticed his presence at all, as if he had blended into the air.

What is going on?

Soon, a unique atmosphere of uneasiness quickly enveloped them.

But the young man who suddenly appeared here did not make any strange movements. He just waved to them, smiled at everyone there, and greeted the people there in a familiar tone.

"Good afternoon, my illustrious monarchs."

He first introduced himself politely with a smile.

"My name is Xia Yuan, you can just call me Yuan."

"As an uninvited guest and the instigator of this incident, I wanted to quietly watch this farce end, but this trifling verdict is really boring."

"So, those of you who want to judge me, are you interested in letting me participate?"

He spoke with a smile on his face and in a calm tone, but there was a hint of unquestionability in his words.

This is not a request, but a notification.

We are all old foxes in high positions, so we are naturally very familiar with this kind of hidden meaning in words.

Then, as Xia Yuan finished speaking, the entire trial scene fell into dead silence.

Chapter 88: Will Finally Stand Above the Sky (Two in One)

The Clock Tower located in London is one of the important components of the three major branches of the Magic Association.

Compared to the other two branches, Atlas Academy and Wandering Sea, Clock Tower has taken the division of factions and the intrigues between them to a new level.

Excluding the outsider level like Bao Shi Weng, the ones currently supporting the clock tower are naturally the twelve monarchs and the twelve famous families they belong to.

Because of the different nature of their own magic, the directions they choose are also different. Therefore, they have established their own factions and embarked on different paths of magic, constantly working hard to pursue the goal of reaching the vortex of origin.

But limited resources make it difficult to meet each other's allocation needs.

There were too many resources to be divided among the twelve noble families and twelve monarchs. Therefore, in order to obtain more resources, the relationship between these monarchs was not harmonious on the surface, and they were eager to kill each other behind the scenes.

So as soon as Ulysses was brought down, some people couldn't wait to put him on trial.

If successful, the monarch position, resources, wealth, and valuable knowledge inherited by the Euripides faction will be vacated.

And these unused resources are also classified within the scope specified by the seal. They will naturally not miss the opportunity to divide up a monarch's wealth.

Therefore, even the executors designated for the seal were dispatched at the first opportunity.

There was no intention to give Ulysses a chance to breathe. This trial was just a formality. As for Ulysses' real reason? Could he get rid of this matter? In fact, none of this mattered. The most important thing was that he disappeared.

One of the twelve Lords who reside in the Clock Tower headquarters.

Kalmaglif Meastia Drucker, who was in charge of the archaeology department (Astia), had a rather grim expression on his face.

He saw that Xia Yuan's calm blue eyes had crossed the hidden darkness and met his gaze. The suffocating feeling of staring into the abyss made him feel uneasy.

In front of those calm eyes, it seemed as if everything about me was seen through.

Just as he thought, his gem-grade magic eyes were able to see through this simple disguise magic even without being activated.

At least Xia Yuan could see his appearance and expression very clearly.

His long brown hair completely covered his eyes, and he wore a gray suit on his thin body. Although the fabric was of high quality, his temperament made it look nothing like high-end merchandise.

He does not have the presence and confidence of a leader like other Lords, and even the impression of a "magician" is weak. He looks more like an ordinary businessman.

But these are only the most superficial appearances. What he sees is more, the essence hidden within.

Ambition and desire.

As expected, a magician who could become the monarch of the Clock Tower could not be a kind-hearted person who lived in harmony with the world.

"Huhuhu..."

It was just a few brief seconds, but Measthea felt like a century had passed. He lowered his head and gasped, with sweat dripping down his forehead uncontrollably.

This sudden feeling of oppression and weirdness made him unable to adapt to it, and he felt deeply afraid of Xia Yuan.

Although it was only a brief exchange of glances, he realized the gap between the two sides. His sixth sense was warning him that the figure that suddenly appeared below was definitely not someone he could defy.

But should we stop there?

He still felt a little unwilling.

He was about to succeed. He had clearly made sufficient preparations. As long as he could bring down Ulysses, he would be confident that he would be able to acquire most of the industries of Jianglingke in the first place and take over more assets.

It is not impossible to even let his own people get involved in the throne of the monarch of the Spiritual Science.

But why did this happen? Who is this young man who suddenly appeared?

"I disagree with the outcome of this trial."

Calm words came out of Xia Yuan's mouth.

Although it was not loud, the objection was extremely harsh and echoed throughout the conference hall.

Meastia's face turned gloomy, but he didn't dare to say anything more. He could only lower his head and remain silent.

"..."

Since the Archaeology Department's monarch could realize that something was wrong and thus remained silent, the monarchs in other positions could naturally sense that things were not simple. After all, it was impossible for a magician who could reach this position to not have some brains. Both young and old were very shrewd.

So for a moment the entire conference hall was silent, and no one was willing to speak up and be the first to speak out.

The meeting therefore came to a deadlock.

"Hmm... why are you so silent? Don't you want to continue this farce?"

There was no answer. No monarch took the initiative to answer Xia Yuan's question. They all chose to remain silent and watch from the sidelines.

It was not until the end that the figure sitting in the main seat responded first.

"…I recognize you, young man."

"You are the mysterious young man who was personally received by the Second Magician, Lord Zelrich, in front of all the monarchs of the Clock Tower a few months ago."

The figure spoke faintly, "After that day, I sent people to wait for you in the clock tower for a long time, but I never saw you. During that time, I also investigated Lord Kenneth who claimed to be your teacher, but found nothing. After so long, I thought you had left London, so I stopped investigating you."

"But not long ago, I received a report from my subordinates saying that someone saw you again in the Clock Tower and that you had contact with the Spiritual Summoning Department. Unfortunately, my subordinates disappeared after reporting to me and lost contact with me, so I didn't have time to confirm the authenticity of this information."

"I didn't expect this to be true. What I didn't expect is that you have won over not only the Mineral and Spiritual Departments, but also the Celestial Department. So... now I only have one question. Was this magic ritual that shook the spiritual veins of London led by you, young magician?"

Hearing this question, Xia Yuan kept a smile on his face and nodded slowly.

"Yes, I borrowed the spiritual veins of the London area to complete a small experiment. I am extremely sorry for causing so much trouble to everyone because of my actions."

"Fortunately, the experiment was successful and the results were very satisfactory. My efforts were not in vain, so it was all worth it."

Xia Yuan still had a kind smile on his face. Although he said words of apology, his eyes and tone were full of indifference, and there was no trace of apology in his voice.

This wanton and arrogant attitude angered the monarchs present.

Just because of his own ideas, he recklessly attacked the spiritual veins in the London area.

What did he think of the Clock Tower?!

"Really? Are you satisfied? But I don't care about the so-called results. Do you understand what price you will pay for the crime you committed?"

At the main seat, the judge representing the Barthelmero family stood up, his eyes swept across Xia Yuan and the three monarchs behind him, his tone full of indifference and determination.

"You wantonly break the mysterious rules and shake the foundation of London's spiritual veins. This is a heinous act. Even if you are related to the old man Bao Shi, I will never tolerate it. You will pay the price for breaking the rules privately? You and the three people behind you will be purged together."

As his left hand fell, the magic hammer that symbolized the law enforcer slammed down on the chopping board, making a sharp "clang!" sound.

At the same time, as the owner of this conference room, his hammer successfully awakened all the magic hidden in this room.

"Finally, in the name of the Grand Inquisitor Barthelmero of the Law and Politics Department, I propose that the mastermind of this incident, as well as the accomplice Ulyphis, and the people who protected him, Kenneth and Marisbury, should be arrested and brought to justice. Let's make a decision on the title!! Those who agree, raise your hands."

The successful release of this proposal made the already solemn atmosphere in the conference hall even worse. Only a few monarchical forces that were not on good terms with Barthelmero did not want to get involved in this mess. After secretly looking at each other, they decisively chose to abstain.

After thinking for a moment, the majority of the other monarchs finally chose to follow Barthelmero's suggestion and raised their hands.

"Asking for the blame is a very fitting statement for the situation, but you know what..."

Looking at the horrifying magic restrictions covering the ceiling and floor, Xia Yuan showed no fear at all and still had a smile on his face.

"There is nothing to be afraid of about guilt. After all, the so-called principles and rules exist for those who need principles and rules to survive."

"Aren't the ones who define these rules the ones who are high above us, you and I? It's just like how a magician looks at ordinary people, humans and apes."

"So please don't worry..."

Xia Yuan put on a dangerous smile.

“No one’s going to raise their hands.”

“What…Ah! Ah!!”

The next moment, blood rained down from the ceiling.

Then they felt a sharp pain, and the monarchs who had raised their hands looked at their hands, only to find that their hands had already been separated from their bodies and fell to the ground, and were easily chopped off by a gorgeous sword.

Artoria appeared behind them at some point and slashed off their hands with her sword.

"Look, the rules are broken, everyone. Once you take that step, you won't be afraid of such false things anymore."

"What the hell is this?"

"When exactly is it?!"

The raised hand was easily cut in half by the sudden appearance of Artoria, like cutting a cake, and everyone present suddenly fell into panic.

Because they realized that Xia Yuan was not the only one who had not been noticed, the blonde girl who had appeared was also not noticed. Then...what about the others? Who can guarantee that there are only these two? What if three, four, or even more people appear?

An inexplicable fear enveloped their hearts. If it weren't for Barthelmero, the backbone of the group, they would have fled long ago.

"Is it a familiar? Or a ghost? No, this kind of demonic power and strength is not at the level that a familiar or a spirit can reach. What on earth is this thing?" Barthelmero's law enforcement officer looked at Altria, who turned into a spirit and disappeared again after succeeding, with a surprised tone.

"That is not a familiar or a ghost. She is my most capable partner and comrade-in-arms. Please do not use the word familiar to insult her, otherwise you will bear the consequences."

Xia Yuan glanced at him and said coldly.

"...Partner? Comrade? As expected, that lifeless figure has wisdom and consciousness. A powerful familiar or ghost that cannot be easily observed, is this what you rely on?"

"Why don't you take a guess?"

Xia Yuan smiled.

"I'm not interested."