Medb: "Correct, but there's no reward~"
Medea: "Damn it!!!"
Medea: "But don't think this is over!"
"Damn it!"
"Medea" reached out, first dispelling the Reinforcement Magic on "Souichirou Kuzuki," then using another spell to bind him.
"Sorry, Souichirou."
"It's fine, Caster. Do as you see fit."
"Mm. I'll put an end to all of this."
"Medea" unleashed all her magical energy. As A+-rank magical energy, it was on the weaker side among Heroic Spirits even in direct combat,
but without Souichirou interfering, dealing with a few humans would be more than easy for her!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Countless Magic Bullets and magical lasers ravaged the entire campus.
Kazuma Satou and the others could only flee in panic.
Mahiro Oyama stared at Medea, her eyes brimming with hostility.
"Damn it, what do we do?"
Kazuma Satou spoke while running for his life.
"We need to find a way to free Souichirou Kuzuki. We don't have anyone who can hold Medea off head-on."
"Then I'll do it!"
Shido Itsuka set Mahiro down and stepped forward against the terrifying magical attacks. With his Rationality Evaporates, he merely reached out on instinct and summoned an exquisite grimoire.
"Luna Break Manual (Magic Universal Strategy Book)"
He chanted, releasing the Noble Phantasm's true name.
"Show me your true power! Casseur de Logistille (Declaration of Ruin)!"
"That Noble Phantasm?!"
For the first time, a trace of terror flashed through "Medea's" eyes.
"The ultimate anti-magic grimoire given by the witch Logistille to Astolfo, one of Charlemagne's Twelve Paladins! How is it in your hands?!"
Within that book,
were recorded the possibilities of breaking every kind of magic. If someone studied and mastered the knowledge inside, they could gain Magic Resistance equivalent to Rank A!
If its true name was released, it would directly grant Magic Resistance equal to Rank A.
Even if the one Shido Itsuka held was an Imitation Noble Phantasm and had dropped from Rank C to Rank D, it was an exceptionally special type of Noble Phantasm. Its functions had not declined much, and it still possessed powerful Magic Resistance!
Just like this!
Shido Itsuka held the grimoire in his hand as pages tore themselves free and flew around him, countering every incoming magical attack one by one.
Without a single exception!
"Damn it, my intelligence never showed that there would be a Heroic Spirit like you... No, you're a magus!"
"Medea" glared at him resentfully.
"If I'd known, I would have planned from the very beginning how to deal with you!"
"Is that so? Hehe, what a shame, Miss Witch."
Shido Itsuka, transformed into Astolfo, smiled and revealed his little fang.
It seemed victory was already assured.
In her despair, "Medea" swept a cold gaze over the three of them.
"...Oh?"
Shido Itsuka had already reached her. He raised his unignorable pink fist and punched toward her nonlethal shoulder.
But upon impact, there was no sensation of striking something solid. Her body turned into an afterimage and dispersed.
Shido Itsuka abruptly turned his head.
"Medea" had already appeared before Mahiro Oyama, who had been hiding some distance away. She grabbed her chin and squeezed hard.
"No..."
"You aren't proper magi... nor are you real Heroic Spirits. The abilities of these Heroic Spirits come from Magic Formal Wear... Spirit Evocation Magecraft?"
"Never mind. It's all magecraft anyway. I can't break what's on Souichirou, and Logistille's grimoire does indeed counter me."
"But what about yours... you little thieving cat?"
She held Rule Breaker and grabbed Mahiro Oyama by her pink hair, lifting her up.
"Ow, ow, ow! Let go of me... I'm the queen! You bastard!"
"Sniper!"
Kazuma Satou, circling to the side, fired another tricky shot.
"Medea's" "figure" was hit, but not only she—Mahiro Oyama's figure also dispersed.
This wasn't... teleportation.
She had actually projected both her and Mahiro Oyama's positions in advance!
Medea glanced back mockingly, then mercilessly plunged the dagger into Mahiro Oyama's chest.
"Squelch!"
Purple light flared brightly!
The connection between her Imitation Noble Phantasm and her Noble Phantasm... had actually been erased in an instant!
"Ah—"
Mahiro Oyama's consciousness instantly returned to clarity. The first thing she did upon waking up
was not lament her impending death,
but recall how she had worn a warden uniform like a bikini all the way here, engaging in S... M with a middle-aged male teacher.
Clutching her head, she kept muttering,
"Oysters, oysters, oysters, oysters, oysters!
I want to die, I want to die, I want to die, I want to die, ahhh, I super want to dieeeee..."
In the end,
Mahiro Oyama raised her head and narrowed her eyes at "Medea" before her, revealing a Buddha-like smile. She looked at her with utter sincerity.
"Thank you, Taro."
"?"
"Medea" froze outright, the smile of avenged hatred solidifying on her face.
Taro: "??? Why are you calling me? Don't thank me for something like this."
Dan Moroboshi: "Oh my, young people really know how to have fun... I'm truly old."
Medea: "No, why... did she say thank you?"
Medb: "Didn't I already tell you? You didn't understand, so I'll put it plainly. This Mahiro Oyama has a male soul, maybe fifteen or sixteen at most. Do you get it now?"
Souichirou Kuzuki: "?"
Ittou Ryuudou: "?"
Shirou Emiya: "?"
Dr. Roman: "Huh?"
Kirei Kotomine: "? They're playing... this hard?!"
Gilgamesh: "This... is somewhat beyond even my understanding."
Shendu: "Harong."
Medea: "No?... Are any of your game's players even human anymore?! Seriously, what the hell?!"
Servant Medea - Kill - Reserve Operator Mahiro Oyama
On the lawn,
Kazuma Satou, lurking like a little rat, saw a notification pop up before him.
But this time, he couldn't feel angry at all over his companion's death?
After seeing that scene, he even felt like laughing.
No one would be sad over Mahiro Oyama's death. Not even Mahiro herself. That was the most perverse part.
Uh, why did this feel so familiar?
Kazuma Satou suddenly thought of how he had been scared to death by a tractor before being transported here. That had been just as tragic, and sorrow suddenly welled up in him.
Sigh, let's observe a moment of silence for Mao-chan and himself.
After taking a few seconds to compose himself,
Kazuma Satou assessed the situation on the battlefield. No matter how he analyzed it... running away was the best choice now.
Mao-chan was dead, and the charm on BOSS Souichirou Kuzuki had been automatically dispelled.
Shiori Itsuka's Noble Phantasm heavily countered Medea, but she couldn't beat Souichirou Kuzuki.
Kazuma Satou had no damage output either. Their team was severely lacking in offensive power.
So the best choice now was to run.
Kazuma Satou sent his thoughts to the small group chat, asking for Mahiro Oyama's opinion.
They were teammates, after all. If they wanted to abandon her, they had to at least say something.
Mahiro Oyama: "Ah, I don't want to live anymore! Just go, leave me alone, and don't pull me along anymore!"
Mahiro Oyama: "I just want to find somewhere with no one around and smash my head into something until I die! Then get cremated! Scatter my ashes into the sea! Finally gain salvation!"
Uncle Tony: "..."
Marcille: "..."
Conan: "@Dao Qitian, can I ask you a question, sir? It's related to the game."
Dao Qitian: "Sure, ask away."
Conan: "Do you place an influence on game participants so that people they interact with in real life suffer a certain cognitive impairment and think they aren't the same person from the livestream... Does this effect apply to all game participants, or only successful participants?"
Dao Qitian: "This is a benefit enjoyed only by official operators. (Actually, even failures get it. I'm just using Conan to motivate the group members who just started playing—a harmless lie, hehe.)"
Conan: "I understand. Thank you, sir."
Kazuma Satou: "I understand. Thank you, sir."
Hachiman Hikigaya: "I understand. Thank you, sir."
Mahiro Oyama: "So if I successfully extract... my identity will be safe in real life?"
Kurisu Makise: "That's right."
Mahiro Oyama: "@Kazuma Satou @Shido Itsuka, brothers, save me! Tasukete Crying Contest! Please, please, please, please!"
Shiori Itsuka (Sanity Lost): "Leave it to me! Hehehe!"
Kazuma Satou: "Sigh... You guys really are impossible."
Kazuma Satou pulled his consciousness back from the group chat and into reality. The paused sensory time began to flow again.
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