Chapter 19: The Puppeteer

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Outside a building.

The name of the life counselor had been found - it seemed to be the attending physician of the hospital, a good friend of the Dr. Lu family, not a figure from the hospital itself - or something similar, a woman in her 25s.

As for the name-

"Aozaki orange ...

When you look up slightly, the night light is obscured by dark clouds, and the abandoned building makes it hard to imagine that a studio or a residence is hidden.

The dim light shone on the unadorned building, like the remains of an ancient beast.

"It's really funny, I thought I could solve this matter with peace of mind, but in the end, there was a magician-like character? Did you fall in love with those eyes? Or did you find something else?"

Laughing in a low voice, Rod couldn't help but feel glad.

The two rituals were not to be missed, and in order to achieve this goal, Rhodes was not prepared to let anything superfluous approach the woman except for the chosen sacrifice of the wilderness.

This includes, of course, magicians.

As soon as I approached the building, I could already smell the 'smell'.

Although ordinary people will never be able to discover it, the exquisite enchantment will definitely not escape the eyes of the heroic spirit.

There was already a lot of magic around Rod.

"Ridiculous—"

Originally, I thought that if it was an ordinary person, as long as it interfered with the memory, it would be out of the way, but if it was a magician, it would be enough to simply kill it.

Modern magicians do not have a character who can fight against the Heroic Spirit. This is not just a joke.

With his feet on the ground, with the wind pressure, the knight flew directly into shape and rushed to the third floor of the abandoned mansion.

- The information obtained is only the name of the place, not the specific number of floors, but it does not matter. If you have to go through a building, just run through it and find it layer by layer.

As long as it doesn't destroy its appearance, with the coaxing feeling of this dangerous building, no one will care if it is a little more broken.

'W-knock!!'

The enchantment is unexpected, but in the face of the breakthrough, it only lasted for a second before it was smashed out of a 'hole', and the overly elaborate setting could not resist the destruction of brute force, just like an eggshell trying to resist the hammer, the black mud turned into the magic of 'evil', easily breaking through the wall. With the knight, the whole smashed into the third floor.

The glass shattered to the ground with a shaking.

The knight's hard landing sent shockwaves through the third floor, and discarded tables, chairs, and building materials were raised one after another, and the sky was full of dust.

- No one.

The knight immediately noticed this, and with a crush of his feet, the rising wind pressure quickly cleared the floating dust.

"Isn't it here?"

The ground under his feet had been trampled with cracks, but Rod, who had already made up his mind to do something, was not such a trivial matter.

-- As long as you don't tear down all the buildings, you'll be fine. Even, it's not a big deal to tear it down.

The rules of the Holy Grail War apply here as well.

So, the question now is, is it the fourth floor? or the second floor?

In fact, it's not bad, the difference won't be too long, as long as you clean them one by one, that magician will definitely not be able to escape.

However, it is slightly doubtful that there has been no movement until now.

"Hmph—do you think you can escape by hiding?"

The corners of Rod's mouth opened a slight smile, it is not incomprehensible that the other party did not attack, although magicians are good at killing each other, but of course, they will not be the kind of stupid people who are knocked on the door and immediately come out to die.

Find out how strong the enemy is, figure out how to fight, and then meet the enemy in the best way to fight.

That's how a magician thinks.

But if given enough time, can they outperform a Heroic Spirit?

Of course not, so even a little time left is a waste.

The force under his feet, the huge power was transmitted through the inhuman body structure, and the concussive footsteps shook up dust. But the ground that should have been shattered only cracked a few lines.

The fact that the foot strengthened by the magic is only to such an extent, which also proves the strength of the enchantment in this building.

But, like what was said before.

It's just in vain.

The power increased, and the demonic power surged, and the ground again was accompanied by the knight's low shout.

In an instant, the floor of the third floor rumbled to the ground, and the knight and the entire floor collapsed towards the second floor.

- And then, nothing.

Stones clattered against the floor. The windows on the second floor were shattered by the shock wave in an instant.

Desks, sofas, and other things that looked like they were being used before they were covered by dust.

"Caught"

Muttering mercilessly, Rod glanced at the office. Then he moved his gaze to the open door.

The enemy fled.

But there is absolutely no escape.

He rushed out at once, and followed the only path, and sped through the passage like a swift wind—

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Damn...

And at this time, the magician who was being pursued was absolutely impossible to be in a good mood.

"Tsk, it's troublesome, who the hell is it? Clock Tower?"

Aozaki Orange frowned, she didn't wear glasses, and the murderous aura between her eyebrows was terrifying.

She was wearing a large, well-fitting trench coat and carrying a suitcase and running at a high speed.

It's not that she doesn't dare to fight the enemy, although she doesn't figure out the opponent's attack methods and spells that she is good at, but as a puppeteer, she only needs to do one thing well.

The reason why she didn't meet the enemy in the room was also because after the barrier was broken, the narrow space was extremely unfavorable for her fighting.

- But anyway, the enemy this time is too annoying.

"What a gut to destroy my workshop!!"

She came to the parking garage, and in the huge space supported by countless cement columns, she quickly ran to a safe position some distance from the stairs, and then put down the suitcase in her hand.

"But if you dare to come, don't go!"

Her eyes were as dangerous as fire. Then—a black, silhouette-like cat appeared on the ground in response to her command.

Yes, not to describe the object standing on the ground, but to stick, or something like that, right there.

The cat was on the ground.

There is no thickness.

If you want to describe it, it should be a shadow, and the cat's eyes and forehead are outlined by hieroglyphs, but when it comes to it, no one knows if it is a cat or not.

Strange cats, or just an ambiguous black shadow.

"Oh?"

At this time, Rhodes had also appeared from the top of the staircase.

A little slower, he also rushed to the parking lot.

Squinting his eyes, he carefully looked at the woman opposite.

It was a young woman in her mid-twenties, with long, orange-red hair tied back in a neat ponytail. His eyes flashed with the brilliance of a sword.

"Magician, it's not small—"

Take a step forward.

The magician wore a cloak with a strange feeling of armor, and the clothes were obviously quite high-quality, of course, this did not refer to the brand of the clothes, but to the result of magic processing.

It's simply a 'bulwark' of miniaturization. Even if it's a big magic, you can resist a few shots, right?

"Hmph"

But Rodrite scoffed, he really couldn't lift his spirits about this kind of thing.

When it comes to protection, even if it's just for the sake of 'meaning', the best choice is definitely not this kind of trench coat.

It's incomprehensible to be wasting your hands and feet on a trench coat if you're pursuing pure defense, and it's even more promising to strengthen armor and the like.

But the stupidity of the enemy - whatever. Moreover, in the eyes of Rod, the other party is already a dying person.

"It's a good thing to make demons - puppeteer, are you ready to die once?"

He smiled and raised the riding gun in his hand, the black flames that pulsed and distorted the air on the blade stained with black magic.