Magician in Type-Moon

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Hansa fell silent after that.

Because he saw Asagami Fujino holding that black lump of coal, completely unharmed, a few meters away from the core of the warhead mixed with holy water.

This is a specially made warhead that only works against things tainted with hellish energy. Compared to indiscriminate attacks, this thing is more cost-effective.

The reason for choosing this one is that this warhead can not only easily kill the abyssal creatures present, but also effectively ensure that he and the little girl are not harmed or affected.

but now...

"How can this thing still be alive and well! I can smell its evil from across the entire planet! God, are you blind?"

"If I heard correctly, Father Hansa, did you say something blasphemous?" Matou Ike kicked Hansa, who was sitting on the ground bound like a dumpling.

"No, absolutely not, you must have misheard!" Hansa quickly protested, trying to put on an innocent expression.

Hansa was completely baffled. The bullets, which were clearly mixed with holy water, should have dealt a fatal blow to these hellish creatures, or even purified them.

"This doesn't make sense..." Hansa muttered to himself, his expression growing increasingly complicated.

But at this moment he could do nothing more. The spider silk wrapped around his body became tighter and tighter, and even breathing felt suffocating.

He was very conflicted and a little resentful, as he still had a backup plan that could cause a nuclear-level attack that he hadn't used yet.

But now he's been captured so easily, all because of his own misjudgment.

However, he actually made the most rational choice—to use holy water projectiles to deal with demonic creatures and to avoid harming innocent people as much as possible.

“Maybe a more radical approach could turn things around…” He pondered briefly, but quickly dismissed the idea.

After all, what's the difference between doing things this way and those magicians who have lost their humanity?

Seeing his conflicted expression, Matou Ike shrugged and said...

"I don't think I ever said that thing was a demon or anything like that. I even let you figure it out for yourself."

"Impossible! What else could this pure aura be but a demon?" Hansa retorted categorically.

"Don't you have information records about me? Don't you know what the Matou family does?" Matou Ike smiled ambiguously at the phone that had fallen next to Hansa's body.

Hansa was taken aback by what he heard.

The Matou family, whose main branch is located in Russia, merged with the Zorgen family in Fuyuki during the Holy Grail War, and adopted the name Machiri as their new surname—Matou, which has continued to this day.

The Holy Grail War, the omnipotent wish machine? No, even if this guy wins, it's impossible for him to only wish for a demon as a familiar.

What else could be associated with demons?

Heroic spirit?

How could that be? Wasn't the Holy Grail War already over?

His gaze lingered on Matou Ike, finally settling on the back of her hand, which was openly displayed.

Those were Command Seals, like stigmata.

If that's the case, then everything makes sense.

Bullets mixed with holy water, as a weapon against demons, naturally pose a deadly threat to demons in terms of their properties.

But if that thing appears in the world as a Servant—

His essence is still just a spiritual base composed of magical particles, with the concept of "demon" inscribed on it, which is qualitatively different from the true "demon".

The only way to deal with this is to manipulate the concept itself.

While the bullets mixed with holy water possess the attribute of "exorcising demons" and are powerful enough, they still do not reach the conceptual level.

To put it simply, a concept has a strong historical attribute, much like mystery.

The older something is, the deeper its "record" leaves its mark on the world.

Deities are the supreme beings, the history of humankind, and culture itself. Even in modern times, they still occupy the central position of human collective consciousness—or even above it.

Therefore, things blessed by the gods have rules and concepts.

But holy water is something artificially created within the church; it has only attributes and is not mixed with historical concepts.

This has absolutely no effect on the things that heroic spirits transform into, which most people generally call "demons"!

Thinking of this, Hansa's smile vanished for the first time, and he cursed angrily:

"You plotted against me!"

"Really?" Matou Ike blinked and replied innocently.

"Damn it, is this what they call eyes that can see the future?"

Hansa had realized that he had been manipulated and played by Matouchi's schemes from the very beginning.

It all started with the initial question and answer session, where the man used terms like "familiar" to deepen his understanding of that thing.

This led Hansa to believe from the outset that he was a demon messenger.

From the church's perspective, magicians and demons are both detestable.

Moreover, the two can easily get mixed up and cause trouble.

This indirectly deepened Hansa's understanding that the black lump of coal was a demon.

Even if a conflict occurs, the Hanseatic League will prioritize using weapons with inherent counter-attribute properties.

Moreover, even during the battle just now, this guy kept putting pressure on himself, forcing himself to make decisions as quickly as possible.

In case Hansa realized something was wrong, he used his trump card here with the determination to destroy the demon.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that many details were deliberately arranged.

Even the information he himself had obtained might be within this guy's calculations.

Intentionally delay and let him learn some information from the church, such as insect clones, implying that you cannot kill him.

And once they have this mindset, they are even less likely to reveal their true intentions here.

After all, the effort and the reward are completely disproportionate.

Chapter 281 Cooperation

After reviewing the series of events that had unfolded in his mind moments before, Hansa muttered:

"I admit defeat. Do with me as you please!"

“A smart choice. I enjoy dealing with smart people.” Matou Ike smiled slightly. “Actually, there wasn’t any fundamental conflict between us, was there?”

"You want me to cooperate with you?"

Then the priest shook his head dumbfounded, as if to say, "You don't understand anything at all."

"I'd better spare me if I'm going to work with someone who's associated with demons. If the old man finds out, he'll come and kill me with an axe."

Although his bottom line is flexible and measured, he is ultimately a member of the Holy Church.

"What if I told you this guy has no connection to demons?" Matou Ike continued with a smile.

"What did you say?"

Hansa felt that the guy in front of him had lost his mind. He was still within the realm of understanding that the guy wasn't a demon but a demon spirit.

But to say that such evil thoughts have nothing to do with demons is simply a joke.

"I can tell you this guy's real name, and then you can judge for yourself."

Matouchi answered slowly.

"up to you."

The Han shaman answered indifferently.

"His name is Angra Mainyu."

Matou Ike walked over to Asagami Fujino and reached out to help her up.

Asagami Fujino then whispered a "thank you" to him.

"The Demon King of ancient Persia? He was quite high-ranking. To erase him simply with conceptual weapons, it would probably take the relics left by heroes from thousands of years ago."

Upon hearing this name, Hansa's expression shifted, yet also showed some confusion:

"So what are you talking about? Doesn't this just prove your connection to the devil?"

"That's where I have to tell you a story. Would you like to hear it?" Seeing Hansa's puzzled look, Matou Ike simply continued to ask.

"Do as you please. I'm already a prisoner, what right do I have to choose?" Hansa rolled his eyes and replied.

"Excuse me, may I listen too?" Asagami Fujino suddenly interjected.

"Fou! Fou! (Oh dear! This is my privacy!)"

Before Matouchi could speak, Hansa suddenly spoke up:

"You've already violated the regulations on leaking secrets, haven't you? Aren't you afraid the association will come and arrest you?"

"Didn't you also contribute to this matter?" Matou Ike paused for a moment, then continued, "If you're worried about this girl's safety, then rest assured, although she has no connection with the Association, she is still inextricably linked to the mystical side."

"Huh, me?" Asagami Fujino asked, somewhat puzzled.

"I see, no wonder."

Hansa looked at her, nodded, and seemed to understand something, muttering to himself.

Matou Ike glanced at the two of them, signaling them not to interrupt, and then began to speak:

“When the ancient Persian Empire still existed, there was an ancient religion called Zoroastrianism, also known as Zoroastrianism or fire worship.”

"Aren't they just heretics? There's no need to explain in such detail. Just call them all heretics," Hansa suddenly interjected.

Matou Ike rolled her eyes at him and retorted:

"Isn't most of the legacy of your church inherited from these heretics?"

Hansa couldn't refute this, because Matouchi was telling the truth: Christianity hadn't been born when Zoroastrianism was prevalent.

Furthermore, the Church of Christ today has absorbed most of the religious ideas that were washed away by history, and that's how it came to be what it is today.

But the Hanseatic League considered this to be a matter of course.

"The church is a place that guides people, so isn't it only natural that it collects all the most cutting-edge ideas and secret techniques?"