Killing One's Master Is a Tradition

Late at night, inside the Tohsaka family's ancestral mansion, Tokiomi, who had lost to his youngest daughter, lay alone on the sofa. He was covered in blood and mud, with extensive blackish-purple frostbite across his body.

Clearly, although Sakura had deliberately used low-level "Ice Mage" skills to reduce the damage, they still inflicted considerable harm on a Magus whose physical quality was not much better than an Ordinary Person's.

That was why the girl had ultimately chosen to rush in and fight hand-to-hand instead of continuing to cast spells such as Ice Bolt, Ice Spike, Ice Lance, and Frost Nova.

The force used in hand-to-hand combat could be controlled, but once a spell was unleashed, its effects were left to fate.

Moreover, with the spell critical-hit and bonus damage provided by her equipment, even the lowest-level Ice Bolt was lethal to ordinary people.

What exactly had happened to Sakura? And how had she gained magical power so utterly mismatched with her age?

Those unanswerable questions filled Tokiomi's mind.

In particular, that bone-piercing ice magic was not part of the Matou family's system at all. It followed an entirely different path.

And he had never heard of any family in the magecraft world that specialized in anything similar.

Just as Tokiomi began to feel groggy and was about to fall asleep, footsteps suddenly sounded in the corridor.

Roughly ten seconds later, the tightly shut door was pushed open. Kotomine Kirei then entered from outside, dragging Uryuu Ryunosuke, who had transformed into Irisviel's appearance.

When he saw his teacher's swollen, pig-like face, his eyes widened in astonishment. In an uncertain tone, he asked, "Did your own daughter beat you into this state?"

"Yes. Sakura's aptitude and power as a Magus are far greater than I expected. I revealed every card I had,