Type-Moon, the Path of a Magician

As he continued speaking, Barthelmero raised his finger and pointed at Xia Yuan.

"Your methods are very strange. Even I can't see through the familiar that suddenly appeared. But if you want to cause trouble in Barthelmero's territory with this level of ability, you are too arrogant, young man!"

As his orders were given, many floating spheres that looked like eyes emerged from the floor, ceiling, and walls around the conference room, surrounding the people below.

Looking around, one can see that there are countless of them, and each small ball is filled with terrifying magic that can easily kill a magician.

Like the British Museum outside, this conference room is just a surface; its essence is a hidden magic workshop.

The scale of the defensive spells inside it are all the largest standards that the Clock Tower can come up with. It is a magic workshop that completely surpasses the monarch level.

In this magic workshop, the Law and Politics Department has absolute dominance. The operation of the entire workshop relies on the functioning of three monarch-level magic furnaces, so the Inquisitor is confident that no one can defeat him here.

Even if multiple monarchs joined forces, they could not defeat him.

Now, it is time to judge the heretics.

"Amazing! I didn't expect that the Law and Politics Department actually had such a hidden card. It really shocked me for a moment. But..."

"Only for a moment."

Xia Yuan glanced at these shocked monarchs and said dangerously.

"You hid this trump card so well and didn't tell any monarch. Did you just want to use it as a trump card, or did you want to get rid of everyone when necessary?"

"Your purpose is really hard to ignore."

Barthemelo: “…”

"Forget about this kind of trick of sowing discord. I will explain everything to them after this matter is over. Before that, you'd better call out your familiar. You won't have a chance next time."

"Are you confident that you can defeat me?"

"Faced with this situation, do you still think you have a chance of winning?"

Bartomero's tone was firm, with a hint of unquestionableness.

He was the owner of the entire building, and naturally the controller of this magic workshop. This magic workshop was built by him personally, and he certainly knew the power of this workshop. As long as he was here, even if he faced the True Ancestor, he had the confidence to suppress or kill him.

This is the confidence of an absolute controller. Finally, he looked at Ulyphis, Kenneth, and Marisbury behind Xia Yuan and confirmed his will with them again.

"Minerals, Spirits, and Celestials. If these three prestigious factions with ancient traditions and monarchs are wiped out, it will cause serious damage to the Clock Tower."

"In order to ensure the stability of the Clock Tower, and considering our years of working together, I will confirm your choice one last time. Do you admit your mistakes? As long as you pay a corresponding price, I can propose that the Clock Tower show leniency to you and exempt you from the punishment specified in the seal."

I have to admit that when I saw that all three noble factions of the Clock Tower were involved, even Barthelmero, who was in charge of the Law and Politics Department and was famous for his cold storage, was entangled in such a scene.

There are only twelve factions in the Clock Tower, and this directly involves a quarter of them. Among them, Ulysses and El-Melloi both belong to the same aristocratic camp as him.

He just didn't know why Ulysses, Kenneth, and Maris Billy suddenly betrayed him and followed this guy with unknown origins and unclear depth.

Obviously there must be a reason that he is not aware of. It cannot be as simple as just because he is related to Bao Shi Weng.

But those reasons are not important now, he just needs a statement. The statement made by these three people is to stand in line.

"I'm glad that you, who are always so impartial, can show some leniency."

Hearing Barthemelo's concession, Marisbili smiled and shook his head, then took a few steps towards Xia Yuan.

"However, your kindness is wasted. I still want to stick to my own side and continue to stand with Lord Xia Yuan."

Marisbury's attitude was sincere, but his rejection was also very obvious.

"I'm sorry... Your Excellency the Inquisitor... I once worshipped Barthelmero as our king... and I was firm in my aristocratic beliefs..."

Ulysses said, "But after so many years... the results were not satisfactory to me... intrigues... meaningless factional struggles... even the noble factions could not maintain the most basic unity of ideas... so I chose another path..."

"A new... better opportunity has appeared before me... This is the best time for change... It is also the best time to overwhelm and unify the Clock Tower faction..."

"So, former king... can you please stop here? Continuing will not bring any benefit to you or the Clock Tower..."

After saying this, the old gentleman lowered his head and performed the noble farewell etiquette towards Barthelmero who was sitting in the main seat, implying a farewell to the former king.

"...New changes? Your choice really opens my eyes, Ulysses."

As things developed to this point, Barthelmero had already understood his determination. He did not continue to ask questions or try to persuade him to stay. He just glanced at Kenneth calmly without saying anything.

There is no need to continue with the unnecessary questions and answers. All that needs to be done next is to eliminate the traitors.

"The rest of you, return to your positions. The restrictions in the room will not affect you."

Barthelmero raised his hammer and said coldly.

Then comes the time to judge the sinners.

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As his words fell, countless floating eyeballs began to execute one after another, gathering together like a swarm of bees, and surrounding the three people below. The scene was suffocating.

Because of the constant pressure, the monarchs' hearts could no longer bear it and they were eager to leave this crisis-ridden room as soon as possible.

After all, staying in someone else's magic workshop is equivalent to handing over your life. Whether you can get it back depends on the owner of the workshop. They dare not gamble on Barthelmero's attitude, especially the monarchs of different factions who have always been at odds with Barthelmero.

Although the mentality of these monarchs was written directly on their faces, Barthelmero, who was sitting in the main seat, didn't care about them.

Looking at Xia Yuan who was wrapped in layers of clothing, he did not feel relieved at all.

The opponent's nonchalant attitude made the originally confident mentality become uneasy at this moment.

"It's really ridiculous. Your biggest reliance is actually such a simple toy?"

Looking at the numerous eyeballs surrounding him, Xia Yuan did not panic at all. Instead, he faced the numerous monarchs, slowly raised his finger, and said calmly: "Why use magic to smash them? Can't we just use magic power to overwhelm them all at once?"

At this moment, Barthelmero and the monarchs present were all looking at the wrapped magic eye group below in shock. Suddenly, a terrifying magic power rose up on the spot, making the eyeballs that all the monarchs helpless to do anything about explode one after another, and the sound of "puff puff" was heard everywhere.

Xia Yuan, who was in the center, reappeared with the other three monarchs, looking at them indifferently.

Although so many familiars were killed in the explosion, he was still in good condition, his clothes were not damaged at all, and his expression still looked calm and elegant.

Although the three monarchs behind him had their clothes intact and no wounds on their faces, the expressions on their faces were very ugly, as if they had seen something horrible.

It seems that facing this clash of forces at close range is not a pleasant experience for them.

It is human instinct to flee when faced with danger; even a magician will be afraid of death.

Seeing Xia Yuan break through that layer of protection, the monarchs present felt their hearts sink. The magic power that had just erupted was now weighing heavily on them. Their intuition was warning them that if they didn't escape... they would die!

Several monarchs acted decisively, released a few familiars or smoke magic, quickly used enhanced magic to cover their legs, and rushed towards the gate at an extremely fast speed.

In just a few breaths, someone had reached the gate, but before he could leap out, he heard a scream of "Ah--!" and the monarch who moved the fastest was knocked out by a sudden powerful force.

I blinked again, and saw that the golden-haired knight king appeared in front of the gate at some point. She held the hilt of the sword with both hands and stuck it into the ground, standing there majestically.

"Everyone return to your respective positions. If you dare to come close, don't blame me for being rude!"

The terrifying fighting spirit, along with the magic power, rushed towards him, causing the fleeing monarch to stop.

"..."

The monarchs looked at each other, not daring to make any big moves.

Looking at the petite figure blocking the door in front of him, his eyes were full of fear.

Where did these monsters come from?!

"Be quiet, everyone. This farce has not officially come to an end yet."

Xia Yuan suddenly snapped his fingers.

The crisp sound was so harsh in the room, and the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid wrapped around the door began to flow, swirled several times, and finally returned to his sleeves.

The seal on the room was thus opened by him, and even through the cracks in the door, people in the room could see some of the scenery outside.

But no one tried to leave, even when the door was right in front of them.

It wasn't just because of Altria standing guard at the door, but also because they couldn't move at all.

Although the monarchs who arrived here without a body but in spirit form could not experience this feeling personally, they could clearly sense the change of something through the retelling of the spirit.

It's magic.

"I'm sorry, I may have used a little too much force. I'm deeply sorry that you all feel uncomfortable. But..."

The invisible pressure acting on them suddenly became several times heavier, and this time it even directly overwhelmed them.

The concentration of magic power in the room continued to rise, and soon reached the critical value that their bodies could withstand.

At this point, it was no longer a question of whether they wanted to leave or not, but rather a question of being unable to move.

Just living here is extremely stressful.

The brain was trembling and on the verge of burning, the limbs began to be compressed and deformed, and the breathing was so rapid that it was difficult to breathe.

Obviously, the control of life has been taken away from them.

"Everyone, please don't be too persistent if you can. It's very difficult to control the force involved in running over an ant without crushing it to death."

Xia Yuan raised the arm that was emitting white light and waved at them.

"Would you please return to your seats quietly?"

"..."

No one answered, no one said a word.

This is a matter of course.

Xia Yuan's presence was too strong. If he had not controlled the unbridled magic power that was allowed to overflow, the situation of these people would have only become worse.

Ulyphis, Maris Billy, and Kenneth, who were standing beside him, were within his protective circle. As long as they didn't step out, they would not be harmed by this magic power.

The three men were equally horrified by what was happening before their eyes, seeing a monarch of the same rank as themselves being oppressed to such a state.

If it were me, I would definitely be overwhelmed and in such a miserable state.

This is the power that a magician possesses. In essence and realm, they are not creatures of the same dimension as magicians.

"It seems that everyone is cooperating very well. I am very pleased."

Xia Yuan took in everyone's reactions, nodded slightly, and finally looked at the inquisitor from Barthelmero.

"Do you have anything else to say?"

"..."

The figure on the main seat was still distorted. It seemed that in this high-concentration magic environment, not only the magician himself, but even the projection of the spirit used for body replacement was affected.

But this doesn't affect anything, at least the words spoken by the phantom are still clear.

"you win……"

The spirit said faintly.

"Although I have speculated about your identity countless times from the most magical perspective, the result is obviously countless times more fantastic than I expected."

Even though it was just relayed through a spirit, Xia Yuan could still hear some complex emotions in his words.

It was a kind of helplessness and compromise.

"Now I can be sure that your relationship with Gem Lord Zelrich is not just that of an ordinary junior and senior, nor is it just a relationship of pleasure-seeking criminals who like the same things. It is not even the most likely relationship of master and apprentice."

"You are true comrades, and you are the one who can walk side by side with them. I didn't expect that there would be someone other than the second magician Zelrich who has always existed, and the fifth magician Aozaki Aoko who has inherited the legacy."

"The third magic that disappeared into history without a trace has reappeared before my eyes. The materialization of the soul, the perpetual motion machine with infinite magic power, and the white circuits in your body that look like blood vessels. It seems that my defeat is not unfair."

Barthelmero looked at Xia Yuan, raised his hand and chose to admit defeat.

Although he still had other means to perform in this magic workshop, it was no longer necessary. There was no point in struggling to death, and it would only serve to irritate him.

"There is no such thing as injustice or injustice, or even right or wrong. The only difference is the choices we make."

Xia Yuan answered him calmly.

"Indeed, perhaps you are right. Judging from the results alone, you have won, and the structure of the Clock Tower will be rewritten once again."

His eyes met Xia Yuan's and he finally shook his head.

Whether it was the identity of the third magician, his relationship with the second magician, or his strength, all of these had caused the trial to completely collapse. Now that it had come to this, there was no need to hold on any longer.

Bartomero accepted his defeat calmly.

"Ulyphis, Kenneth, Maris Billy, even though you are traitors, I have to admit that the choices you three made did help you win the future you wanted. Now I finally understand your choice."

"For you, there is no need to continue the public trial. This power is the reason for you to become king. If you want to get something from the Clock Tower, just ask here. We have no right to refuse now."

"But. The Clock Tower will never tolerate what you did to the spiritual vein. Neither the Law Department nor the Magic Association as a whole can forgive you. Even if you kill us all, it won't stop."