Magician in Type-Moon

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Isilid spread his hands exaggeratedly, his tone light and cheerful, as if he were recounting an amusing anecdote unrelated to himself. However, before he could finish speaking, his expression suddenly froze, as if he had remembered something. He raised his hand to his chest and gave a wry smile.

"However, when he demanded that 'the stakes must be a knockout victory for the fighter,' and even 'I hope you bet your magic circuits,'"

"To be honest, I was terrified, Your Excellency Bai Ruolong."

Isilid smiled and shook his head, tapping his thick palm lightly on the table, as if he was still shaken.

"Although I've heard of clever schemes, the only gambling I've ever heard of that could 'definitely win' is cheating. Until the end of the competition, I was on tenterhooks, fearing that it was just a pipe dream."

He paused, his brows furrowing slightly, as if recalling the battle.

"Looking back now, he must have anticipated that the first battle would involve the use of chimera poison. But even so... it was still too risky."

He sighed softly and then gave his prediction.

The dealer then summarized: "Therefore, adding Lord Isilid's chips from earlier, Lord Isilid's total is—"

"Thirteen thousand one hundred."

With this number settled, the outcome of the entire betting game was now decided.

But it's not over yet.

The dealer continued to deal with the remaining two people.

"Lord Van Fem, you have placed 1,800 chips on the fighter's KO victory. The odds are three times, so 5,400 chips will be returned to you."

"Lady Bai Ruolong, you have placed 6,500 chips on the fighter's victory. The odds are double, so 13,000 chips will be refunded."

Data Summary —

Van Phaemo: 5,400 pieces.

Bai Ruolong: Thirteen thousand pieces.

Then, everyone noticed that subtle difference.

Isrid—Thirteen thousand one hundred.

It's only a difference of one hundred.

A high-stakes gamble, involving enormous sums of money, seemed to have been precisely calculated, with the outcome decided at the very edge of the limit.

It's amazing that such a precarious victory could have been achieved.

The dealer makes his final declaration:

“Mr. Isilid Morgan Fars is the winner of the boat banquet.”

Isilid smiled slightly, stood up, and respectfully bowed to everyone at the round table.

Then, he turned to Matouike and smiled with satisfaction.

"I'm truly grateful, Matou. Let me think about the prize slowly."

However, no sooner had he finished speaking than Matou Ike responded in a peculiar tone—

"Of course. But I'm sorry."

"I hope you will wait a while before deciding on the outcome of the banquet."

This statement caused a huge uproar in the room.

"what?"

"what?"

Isilid and Alette exclaimed almost simultaneously.

Bai Ruolong gently raised the corners of her mouth, as if she had already anticipated this development.

Meanwhile, Van Fem—he stared silently at Matou Pond, his gaze deep, his tone calm yet undeniable:

"...What's going on, Prince Matou?"

Your Highness

The meaning of this statement is self-evident.

This is a question.

On this ship, the gamblers are merely players in the game, but when it comes to real fighting...

The direct conflict between the magician who wields power and the twenty-seven Dead Apostles, even if it's just a spark, is enough to ignite the entire magic world.

The air suddenly froze, as if someone had lit a fuse in a confined space, threatening to erupt into a devastating conflict at any moment.

"The reason is very simple."

Matou Ike met Van Fim's gaze without flinching, his indifferent tone radiating a subtle glow, as if reflecting an invisible magic.

Van Fem was slightly taken aback, then smiled.

"What reason?"

However, Matou Ike did not answer directly, but slowly turned his gaze to Isilide beside him—the man who had just been declared the winner.

He spoke calmly, each word like a knife:

"Because he was the murderer of Kiz of the Wandering Sea—Isilid Morgan Fars."

--boom!

In that instant, the atmosphere around the entire round table completely changed.

The room seemed to transform from a grand game of chance into the stage for a mystery drama in an instant.

Matouike, on the other hand, is the judge who stands in the center of the stage and unveils the truth.

Alette, Van Fem, and even Bai Ruolong were stunned. Their gazes shifted between the accuser and the accused, but no one could speak immediately.

Isilid, who was being accused, stared wide-eyed.

Just then, the dealer, who had been silent for a long time, spoke up:

"If the accusation just now is true..."

Her voice was clear and calm, like the scales that decide life and death.

"The banquet on the ship prohibits the elimination of other players by means of murder or other similar methods."

That's right.

Matouike had already confirmed this rule.

"If the person holding the most coins is killed, will the victory at the banquet be transferred to the second place? Of course, that is, the second place is also better than Lord Van Fem."

"I see. That is indeed a rule that should be made clear in advance. Otherwise, the moment the winner is determined, it is indeed possible that someone will shoot the winner, just like in a Western movie."

"If that happens, then there will be no winner, and the competition will be cancelled. All participation fees will be refunded."

"In addition, if any killing occurs during my ship banquet, the player involved will be immediately disqualified and permanently banned from the competition."

The questions and answers given before the competition had already silently sown the seeds for the current situation.

"If this rule applies—"

The dealer's gaze swept over everyone present, then he announced in a calm and firm tone:

"In that case, Mr. Isilid Morgan Fars will be disqualified from receiving the banquet prize."

This declaration, like a falling gavel, severed all possibilities.

The victory in the competition will be forfeited.

"Hey Hey hey!"

Isilid's expression changed abruptly; he raised one eyebrow, his voice filled with anger and confusion.

"What are you suddenly saying, Matou Ike! Have you fallen under some kind of strange spell? Don't forget, I only became your ally after agreeing to your proposal!"

"Yes, you are indeed my ally."

Matou Ike nodded in agreement without hesitation, then changed the subject—

"However, the reason I suspect you are the murderer is precisely because you agreed to my proposal."

"……What?"

Isilid was stunned, clearly not expecting to hear such a reply.

"Didn't I already give that reason?" He frowned in displeasure, his speech quickening. "The reason I agreed was because I had absolutely no chance of winning! Don't be ridiculous, are you suggesting that this counts as a motive for murder?"

Chapter 517 Isilid's Scheme

"If you're only accepting my offer to win, then so be it."

Matou Ike raised his hand and slowly tapped the table, as if setting the rhythm for this trial.

"But the problem is that only a magician whose goal is not just to win would agree to such an offer."

"...Oh, is that so?"

Van Fem nodded slightly, his fingers touching his chin, as if confirming his earlier doubts.

"Hmm, I found it strange. For a Clock Tower magician, that transaction seemed far too unnatural. Besides, you didn't need to beat Bai Ruolong at all, did you? The difference in our stakes wasn't that big."

He said slowly.

At the end of the second game, Isilid had only 700 chips left, while Van Fim had 1,800.

Although the gap is significant, it's not enough to despair.

It could even be said that—

“My chips were two thousand two hundred at the end of the second game, more than Mr. Van Fem.”

Matou Ike gently tapped the table, his tone steady yet firm:

"In that case, I can win simply by keeping my own coin; there's no need to gamble with something like a magic circuit."

His tone was so calm, as if he were stating a trivial fact, yet his words struck everyone's hearts like a hammer blow.

"Isn't that just a result-oriented approach?"

Isilid shrugged, his tone tinged with impatience. "In the end, didn't that guy over there named Bai Ruolong also gamble away a lot of magic circuits?"