This was no longer the so-called Age of Mythology, but the Age of Declining Mystery. In the past, magicians had been everywhere, but now they only called themselves magi.
Because only those who had reached the "Root" could be called practitioners of Magic.
In this present Age of Declining Mystery, Zouken Matou's strength might not have been number one among magi, but he was unquestionably among the best.
Yet now, before the white-haired man in front of him, he had been effortlessly lifted into the air with one hand, completely unable to fight back.
The other party was not only young and unfamiliar, but also possessed such powerful magecraft and such immense Magic Power. Other than a Heroic Spirit, Zouken Matou could not think of any other possibility.
"Although I'm not a Heroic Spirit, but an ordinary human, I suppose you wouldn't believe me even if I said so.
"If thinking I'm a Heroic Spirit will let you die with fewer regrets, then go ahead and believe that."
As Yoru Machi finished speaking, Zouken Matou, whom he held aloft in one hand, had originally wanted to say something. However, Yoru Machi gave him no such chance and simply snapped his neck.
With a sharp crack, Zouken Matou went silent. His aged body immediately went limp in Yoru Machi's hand.
After swiftly killing Zouken Matou, Yoru Machi ignited another blaze of high-temperature flames in his palm and gave Zouken Matou an on-the-spot cremation.
In less than a few moments, the corpse Yoru Machi had been holding turned into a pile of ashes that drifted down from the air.
After doing all that, Yoru Machi turned to look at the other two people present: the ultimate simp and the scheming loli...
When Yoru Machi's gaze fell on them, Kariya, though already extremely