The Magus Subject to Sealing Designation

"Okay, I'll bring Shiki with me then, Miss Touko Aozaki..."

After nodding in acceptance of Wang Xiaoming's invitation, Mikiya Kokutou turned his attention to Touko Aozaki.

"Go, why not go? It's a free lunch to rip off a big spender like this!"

After stubbing out his cigarette, Touko Aozaki gave a vicious look and said...

Ring ring--

However, just as Touko Aozaki finished speaking, the phone next to her suddenly rang.

"Hello, this is Cang..."

Before Touko Aozaki could even finish speaking, she was interrupted on the other end of the phone. Then, Wang Xiaoming and Mikiya Kokutou watched as Touko Aozaki's face gradually darkened...

"Yes, he's here. Please wait a moment..."

After taking the phone away from her ear, Touko Aozaki said to Mikiya Kokutou.

"Kokutou, please step out for a moment."

Watching Mikiya Kokutou's figure disappear outside the door, Wang Xiaoming cast a questioning look at Touko Aozaki.

Touko Aozaki didn't answer. After confirming that there was no problem with the surrounding barrier, she pressed the speakerphone button.

Immediately, a voice whose timbre alone revealed its inner pride echoed in the room—

[It is I, Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald]

Wang Xiaoming glanced at Touko Aozaki with some surprise, while Touko Aozaki gestured for him to continue listening.

[Mr. Wang, I won't go into the details. Just know that a message is circulating inside the Clock Tower...]

After a brief silence, Kayneth's voice rang out again:

A rare Mystic Eyes has appeared in the Far East. Be prepared, they are after you.

Meanwhile, on the European continent...

An unknown train is speeding along the tracks. No one knows where it started or where it is going.

No one even knows who owns this train.

Because this is a train that exists only in legend, and most Magecraft will never even catch a glimpse of it in their entire lives.

[Rail Zeppelin]

I still owe seven chapters; I'll make up for it during the day (die).

Chapter 318. The Magecraft of [Sealing Designation]

Six years later, the Adra Castle.

In the entrance hall of the castle, surrounded by onlookers, the [monster] let out its own low growl—

"Tell me, what is the name of the angel!"

"Master... Master."

The hooded girl glanced at the long-haired man beside her with a flustered look. But you couldn't really blame her.

The monster before them was over two meters tall, resembling a giant wolf or spider. Its fur, stained with blood and mud, resembled metallic armor, and even more horrifyingly, it reeked of blood.

Anyone present who witnessed this scene without any preparation would instinctively feel fear.

"Calm down, Gray!"

The long-haired man whispered admonitions to his disciple.

The man's voice seemed to possess a magical power, and the girl's panic began to subside.

"--If you cannot answer, then let me peel it."

The monster's voice rang out again. The long-haired man frowned, raised his head, and whispered a word to the monster:

"Aladiah."

The next second, everyone saw that the restless [monster] stopped moving.

"Was the answer correct, Lord El-Melloi?"

A questioning voice arose from the crowd, and a lingering sense of unease could be clearly discerned in that voice.

"It's the Lord El-Melloi II, sir."

After impatiently repeating this pointless insistence, the man called [Lord] sighed, opened the small window of the lantern at his feet, and lit a cigar with the fire inside.

After taking a slow drag of his cigarette, the man continued, "--"

"This is nothing more than a 'game' designed by the castle's owner. Even if you answer it, it's useless. How could something like an inheritance be given to us [outsiders]?"

"..."

The man's words plunged the room into a long silence.

[Castle of Separation. Arad]

The legendary home of Grywin Ashburn, the "Magic Crest Restorer".

Ordinary "tuners" can suppress the rejection problems of "Magic Crest," while skilled "tuners" can repair the damage to the crests to some extent. Griwin, the legendary "tuner," can freely adjust Magic Crest, and it is said that no matter how troublesome the damage, he can solve it.

Given that he possessed such valuable technology, one can only imagine how much wealth Grywin Ashburn had accumulated.

It is worth mentioning that Gryffin had no descendants or disciples, so he left behind a riddle before his death. Whoever can solve this riddle can inherit everything he had.

Now, the Magecraft who have come here to obtain Gryffin Ashuborn's legacy have no idea that what awaits them in this castle is not Gilgamesh treasure, but a prison that will soon take their lives.

"Why did this happen?!"

Perhaps the oppressive atmosphere amplified the negative emotions in people's hearts, because a hysterical scream broke the short silence.

"Everyone who comes here has their own greed, so I have no reason to blame anyone. Therefore—"

The long-haired man—no, Lord El-Melloi II— pointed to someone in the crowd with his right hand, which was holding a cigar:

"Let's ask the mastermind behind this."

As Lord El-Melloi II finished speaking, all eyes in the room turned to the person he was pointing at.

"You... you're kidding, right? Me, the mastermind or something... how could that be...?"

"The so-called [inheritance] is indeed a deceptive trick."

Looking at the astonishing scene before her, the blonde girl standing beside the Lord El-Melloi II said this. However, she received a rebuttal from the Lord El-Melloi II:

"No, the [inheritance] did exist, but it was something Grywin left to his children."

"That's right, Ashburn can only be inherited by me, Glanid Ashburn! This is my succession ceremony, by stripping you of your Magic Crest!"

The mastermind, now identified, revealed a ferocious expression; it was hard to believe he was the same person as the eccentric young man from before.

"So, for my sake, please die!!!"

With this announcement, the roar of the [monster] echoed once more in the empty courtyard.

"Damn it--"

Realizing the danger, the Magecraft covered their ears and knelt down in agony.

The monster's roar could halt the operation of Magic Crest, inflicting the greatest pain and torment on Magecraft. No one wanted to experience this feeling of weakness and helplessness a second time. And, even more fatally—

Having lost their magic powers, the Magecraft were powerless against their enemies and could only be slaughtered at their mercy.

"Master."

The girl named Gray looked at the Lord El-Melloi II, her expression showing eagerness for the first time.

"Um..."

Ring ring~~

However, before the Lord El-Melloi II could finish speaking, an untimely noise interrupted him. The atmosphere in the room seemed to freeze briefly because of this sudden sound.

"..."

Seeing that all eyes, friend and foe alike, were fixed on him, the Lord El-Melloi II, feeling somewhat embarrassed, took out the noisy object from his pocket.

Then everyone discovered that it was a technological product that didn't fit the concept of "mystery" at all—a mobile phone.

"Hello, this is El-Melloi."

The Lord El-Melloi II pressed the call button and spoke softly into the computer.

[...]

"Yes, it's right here."

"..."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Lord El-Melloi II hung up the phone. Gray, his disciple, noticed her master unusually show a relieved expression, followed by:

"No need to lift a finger."

The Lord El-Melloi II's words reached the ears of everyone present.

"Oh, so one of the Twelve Lords of the Clock Tower is about to bow your noble head before your enemy?"

The man standing next to the [monster] revealed a twisted smile.

However, the Lord El-Melloi II's answer caused the other person's smile to freeze involuntarily.

"No, I'm just happy because I don't have to waste my energy anymore."

As the Lord El-Melloi II's voice faded, a creaking sound suddenly came from the castle gate, and the door to the entrance, which should have been tightly closed, was slowly opened by some unknown force.

Immediately afterwards, a figure appeared in everyone's sight in a very open and unreserved manner.

"Hey, Waver, long time no see!"

The man who walked in through the main entrance looked around and, upon spotting Waver, raised his hand to greet him.

The others present were shocked by the way the newcomer addressed the Lord El-Melloi II Prince.

Waver Velvet

--That was his name before he inherited the title of [Lord]. Even the most prejudiced Magecraft within the Lord El-Melloi II Clock Tower would respectfully address him as [El-Melloi], a Lord of absolute respect for the Mage's Association's hierarchical system.

"Mr. Ming, please don't joke around. We need your help with the current trouble."

However, faced with the other party's joking greeting, the Lord El-Melloi II, who deliberately ignored the shocked look in his disciple's eyes, could only respond with a wry smile.

"Fine, fine, I guess I owe your teacher a favor."

The person who came—no, it should be Wang Xiaoming —after finishing his casual conversation with the Lord El-Melloi II, turned his attention to the [monster] opposite him.

"Foreign aid? But it's useless!"

Following the opponent's command, the [monster] roared once more.

In his view, as long as the other party is a [Magecraft], they must possess a [Magic Crest], therefore...

"How... how is this possible?!"

Looking at the man in front of her who was completely unaffected, the man opposite her stared wide-eyed with a look of horror.

"Hey, not bad for a voice, just don't know how tough it is to take a beating."

Wang Xiaoming picked at his ear, revealing a friendly expression, and walked towards the so-called monster.

"Master... Master..."

With a slightly trembling voice, the Lord El-Melloi II lit a cigar and took a deep drag.

"Gray, do you know about [Sealing Designation]?"