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TM : [197] Waver Velvet
🕑 Added 2023-12-19 16:02:00 +0000 UTCLooking at the room in front of him.
Diarmuid Ua Duibhne tightened the spear in his hand and then released it.
Then tightened it again, and released it.
His expression was very conflicted...
In another room, his Master, the Dead Apostle, was drinking human blood.
Initially, Diarmuid managed to obtain some non-scarce blood types from the hospital using his knowledge.
But the Dead Apostle was very dissatisfied, and in the end, he personally captured a passerby!
If it were someone else, Diarmuid's spear would definitely pierce through the person's heart without hesitation, ending his life, and not even giving him time to use magecraft!
But... he was his own Master.
And Diarmuid's wish was to be loyal to his own Master.
Why did he have to encounter such a dilemma...
Diarmuid's hands holding his Noble Phantasm turned slightly blue.
Loyalty and a sense of justice were constantly fighting in his heart, making him unsure of what to do.
The next moment, he heard the sound of the door opening, and his Noble Phantasm instantly disappeared as he turned around.
The Dead Apostle Colin Kidd came out.
"Master..."
"Hmm..." Colin Kidd moved his body twice and laughed, "That damn executor ended up dying at my hands. Now... there's only one target left. Once you finish this, you can return."
Looking at his Heroic Spirit, he still felt a bit strange. After all, he had lived for several years and had some understanding of emotions. If Heroic Spirits were the products of human history, Dead Apostles were the negation of human history.
It could be said to be completely opposite, but now, this negating Dead Apostle was controlling an affirming Heroic Spirit.
The so-called strange wonders of the world are just like this.
Diarmuid sighed slightly in his heart. "So, Master, who is the next target?"
"Very simple..." Colin Kidd smiled. "A manga artist named Kurokawa Kazuya. Kill him, and your mission will be complete."
...
No certificates or anything.
However, if magus inquire next, they can check the level—Hierarchy—of Kazuya in the Clock Tower.
Barthomeloi's words were convincing.
She alone was equivalent to several lords. Nothing complicated. Kazuya quickly became a Hierarchy magus in the Clock Tower, even though he didn't understand the details of magical operations.
He couldn't even cast a single spell.
But he was still a magus.
"Well, I'll accompany you here." Mevis said, "I have other work. You'll have to handle it yourself from now on."
"Sure." Kazuya nodded. "Can you tell me one thing, though? Where is Waver Velvet?"
"I know." Although she didn't know what he wanted to do, Mevis told Kazuya the location of Waver Velvet, who was now a Level 1 lecturer at the Clock Tower.
"Thank you, thank you."
Kazuya smiled and went in the direction she indicated.
He wanted to find Waver Velvet's location...
After all, entering the magical world was a step through the door for himself. Although he didn't have much time to learn high-level magecraft, it was better to draw a few more manga during that time. Maybe he could gain some powerful abilities.
But.
There were some magecrafts he still wanted to learn.
This would be quite convenient for his life.
Such as "suggestion," "enhancement," "repair," and "healing" magecraft.
All of these were very practical.
Suggestion, in simple terms, was hypnosis.
Enhancement, not only strengthened the strength of the body, but also, for example, if the eyes were dazzled by bright light, choosing to enhance the eyes could quickly restore them.
Repair, if something was accidentally damaged, or if his manuscript was accidentally ruined, a repair spell would be enough. Even when he made mistakes in his drawings, occasionally he would make mistakes.
At this time, using a repair spell to repair the damaged part of the ink, would the mistake disappear?
Healing, this was even more useful. All kinds of injuries could be treated with this.
These were the four types of magecraft he most wanted to learn, and they were all basic magecraft.
But basic didn't mean useless, or rather, it was precisely because it was basic that it was more useful.
For battles, his ripple and mystic eyes, coupled with a curse, were already sufficient.
But in everyday life, these could be very convenient.
Soon, he came to a street that was much different from the previous one—Modern Magecraft Studies.
Waver Velvet was here.
On the way, he encountered many students. Compared to the impressions given by other factions, this place felt more like an ordinary school.
However, it seemed that no one recognized him.
After all, he was just a manga artist, not the type of character who often appeared in public.
"Excuse me, do you know where Waver Velvet is?" Kazuya asked a not very busy student passing by.
"Oh, about that, he should be in the office of that building."
Kazuya followed the direction he pointed and looked over. "Thanks."
Without hesitation, the student left after speaking, without worrying about anything happening to Waver Velvet, after all, this was the Clock Tower, and Waver Velvet's whereabouts were not a secret.
Soon, he found Waver Velvet's office and knocked on the door.
"Come in, the door's not locked."
A voice came from the room. Kazuya pushed the door open and walked in, seeing Waver Velvet buried in a pile of documents.
"If you have something to say, say it quickly." Waver Velvet raised his head and looked at Kazuya with a slight frown. "Who are you?"
"Nice to meet you, Waver Velvet." Kazuya smiled and said, "As for my name, I think you must have heard of it, Kurokawa Kazuya, that's me."
"... " Waver Velvet rubbed his forehead, pressed a bell on the side.
Soon, the door on the opposite side of this room was pushed open, and a maid-like person came over to Kazuya and said.
"Is there anything you need, Mr. Velvet?"
"Ah, take him away." Waver Velvet sighed. "Another one claiming to be Kurokawa Kazuya."
"I understand."
"..."
