Magician in Type-Moon

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The seats for the neutralists were empty, creating an unsettling sense of emptiness.

At such a sensitive moment, their absence undoubtedly sends a signal that cannot be ignored—it is not indifference, but rather a way of demonstrating their stance.

Regardless of the outcome, they will ultimately choose to stand on the side of victory, which is a silent deterrent.

In the vortex of this factional struggle, the silence of the neutralists seems to be more impactful than any words.

However, it seems a bit strange that guys like Karmagrave Meastia Drucker didn't get involved.

After all, this guy used to love getting involved in these kinds of troublesome things.

El-Melloi II walked to the right, his gaze calm.

Even though he accepted Olga Marie's proposal and agreed to the Albion redevelopment plan, he still belonged to the aristocratic faction.

This cannot be changed in any way.

"It seems all preparations are complete."

Magdana broke the silence first, his voice carrying a gentle smile, trying to ease the tense atmosphere.

Even under such circumstances, the monarch of the Transpelean faction, as the leader of the democratic faction, remains the dominant figure.

Even here, the monarch of the Trumpetrio faction, the leader of the democrats, seems unwilling to relinquish his dominance.

Inole smiled, his tone laced with a hint of sarcasm and ease: "Usually, it's all the same old faces that haven't changed much. Today, it's quite a refreshing sight."

Her gaze swept over those familiar faces, seemingly hinting at some complex thoughts.

"Even though I'm a magician, I still have a metabolism, and it's better to have some changes now and then..."

There was a hint of mockery in her voice, which she then emphasized.

“However, according to this theory, Rufreus and I would be the first to be kicked out.”

Despite showing no signs of being kicked out, she spoke so casually, seemingly completely ignoring the current complex situation.

His words carried an air of nonchalant ease, making him seem very casual, but this composure only served to raise alarm.

She was practically the epitome of a heroine—whether she was Lady Baljereta or not.

Or perhaps she was the teacher of Aozaki Touko, the Grand Magician who was renowned in the magic world; none of her titles could be described as "ordinary."

She is not someone to be trifled with; she is a strong person whose every action is backed by deep planning and calm calculation.

The moment she finished speaking, the elderly man at the other end of the conference table frowned slightly, a chill creeping into his voice:

"Utterly boring..."

The sigh seemed to emanate from his weathered, age-marked body, as if the passage of time had forged invisible chains around him.

This old man has a weathered face with deep wrinkles, but behind each wrinkle lies an undeniable accumulation of history and experience.

He is not only the monarch of the Spellcasting Department "Eureka," but also a figure that almost every magician on this continent has to respect.

His soul was imprinted with those forgotten spells, and as time went by, these spells seemed to have become part of his blood and mind, making him an almost indelible symbol.

Everyone present knew that the old man's decline was not merely a matter of age, but rather a reflection of the deep-seated karma accumulated in his soul, far exceeding his aged appearance.

His existence is like an insurmountable mountain range, unfathomable.

Even considering their lineage from the **Creation Department "Baruyereta" and the **Spiritualization Department "Yulifis**, Inolei and Rufreus are still rivals of the same level, neither inferior to the other.

Although they each have different styles and backgrounds, they are undoubtedly among the most powerful "leaders" in this political and academic contest.

then--

"The entire 'Animusfia' astrophysics department entrusted their voting rights to me and instructed me not to be disrespectful to them."

Olga Marie rose to her feet with composure and grace, her bow exuding impeccable elegance.

Every detail about her was impeccable, as if the peripheral vision of the astronomy department was focused on her, endowing her with an invisible authority.

Despite representing a discipline that is practically defunct, she remains fearless.

At this moment, May Lydia Acherlot couldn't help but let out a slight smile, but her words carried a sarcastic sneer:

"Ha, the entire Department of Astrophysics? These days, even the monarch can't find them. How do they have time to think about participating in the Crown Decision?"

Her voice was low and carried a detached sense of superiority, like a sharp knife, unabashedly pointing at Olga Marie's academic field and family.

May Lydia has always expressed her unique authority in this straightforward way.

As the head of the seventh discipline, the Department of Botany, May Liddell not only comes from a distinguished family but also possesses a formidable background.

The Acherot family, descendants of the Coal Witch, rose to prominence during the Industrial Revolution and became one of the twelve monarchs of the Clock Tower.

Legend has it that centuries ago, she assisted Dr. Henry Jekyll in crafting elixirs, venturing into the untouchable realms of darkness. Wherever she goes, her name inspires awe.

Olga Marie remained calm and unmoved in the face of May Lydelle's sarcasm.

"This is a private matter between the Department of Astrophysics and the Animusphia clan. Moreover, even if the Animusphia's crown is to be stripped, it should wait until after this Crown Determination."

She nodded slightly, her tone unhurried, seemingly not intending to get entangled with May Lydia, but rather skillfully steer the conversation back on track, maintaining her elegance and composure.

This posture makes it difficult to provoke, yet it doesn't lose any sense of propriety.

May Lydia merely twitched the corner of her mouth and didn't press the matter further.

A subtle tension filled the air, and everyone's gazes began to unconsciously fall upon El-Melloi II.

At this moment, Weber couldn't help but sigh helplessly, a sense of annoyance welling up inside him.

He hated sitting in the last seat the most—this position meant bearing the weight of everyone's gaze, making him stand out whether he was just making a casual remark or a joke.

He exhaled softly, trying to remain calm, and finally managed a forced smile:

"Please allow me, with my inexperience, to sit in the last position. I hope you will all give me your guidance."

To sum it up briefly, the Second Prince, with all his might, raised the corners of his mouth in a friendly smile and took his seat.

Magdana made the announcement calmly, his tone carrying an undeniable air of decisiveness.

His voice, like his broad frame, was deep and penetrating, bringing the entire room to a standstill.

"Well. Actually, before that, I'd like to introduce someone to you all."

Magdana's voice suddenly changed rhythm as he turned his thick neck and glanced into the shadows of the room.

In that instant, everyone's attention was focused on the direction he was pointing, and the atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

A brown-skinned woman slowly emerged from the shadows, seemingly blending into the darkness of the room. The light danced across her body, yet failed to fully define her features.

However, when she stepped into the light, the Second Prince was suddenly stunned.

It was a face he recognized very well—though he knew he shouldn’t recognize it, the feeling of familiarity mixed with strangeness struck him instantly.

“I am Ashira Mystras from the Materials Department of the Secret Relics Dissection Bureau.”

The woman straightened her back, bowed solemnly, and calmly gave her name.

Her voice was as calm as the deep sea, yet it carried an elusive power.

The Second Prince's heart jolted, and he couldn't help but groan softly, "Hartlees' last disciple..."

The name echoed in his mind, carrying a distant shadow. He remembered the terror and majesty of that era, and her identity meant that she represented some connection he could not ignore.

"As you all probably already know, the topic of this discussion is the right and wrong of the redevelopment of the Albion Tomb, right?"

Magdana continued unhurriedly, his tone carrying an unquestionable air of authority.

"To discuss this matter, the opinion of the Department of Corpse Dissection is indispensable. Therefore, I asked her to be a witness."

He paused, glanced around, and his tone suddenly became more playful, "Oh, right, to avoid any misunderstandings later, let me make this clear upfront: she is my adopted daughter."

These words were like a huge bomb, instantly shattering the previously peaceful atmosphere.

"Varied……!"

Olga Marie's expression of surprise appeared almost instantly; she opened her mouth slightly, clearly not quite able to react.

Everyone present was shocked by this information, especially Weber, who was hearing this news for the first time.

Magdana's adopted daughter was actually a member of an important department of the Secret Corpse Dissection Bureau? He couldn't process what this meant at once.

Magdana, unconcerned by others' reactions, chuckled lightly, his tone casual:

"Haha. Even so, the autopsy bureau won't release information that only benefits me. After all, explaining the situation afterward would be complicated, wouldn't it?"

But Weber wasn't in the mood to laugh along with him at that moment.

"I heard that the topic of the meeting was the redevelopment plan for Albion, the tomb of the dead."

Olga Marie raised her head, her tone carrying a hint of cold sharpness.

Her gaze swept quickly across the room, as if she could capture everyone's reaction. She must have also sensed the underlying sense of crisis in the meeting.

After all, even if she betrayed Rufreus and agreed to the redevelopment plan, Olga Marie couldn't have acted too close to Magdana from the beginning.

Magdana smiled warmly, as if he had expected the question: "Of course. Is that alright, Ashira?"

He turned to the woman standing to the side, his eyes holding a gentle yet unquestionable authority.

“Yes, Father—no, Lord Tramberg.”

Ashira's voice was calm as still water, but her change of address revealed a deliberate sense of detachment. She placed several sheets of paper on the table, the documents gleaming faintly in the light.

Although Magdana referred to her as a "witness to the Bureau of Secret Reconstruction," she appeared at this point to be more like a carefully chosen secretary.

Clearly, all of this was to send a signal to the outside world that their relationship was not as simple as it appeared.

The moment Ashila changed her tune, she seemed to deliberately appear somewhat unnatural, clearly trying to distinguish the relationship between them.

"Because Lady Baruyeletta—Ms. Inolei also requested me to provide detailed information about the tomb Albion."

Magdana continued, his tone calm and precise, "I asked her to get ready."

"Yes, thank you for your hard work, little brother Magdana."

Inola raised one hand, casually took the documents, and closed one eye. Her demeanor was relaxed and nonchalant, but her words carried a hint of probing.

Magdana did not refute, but smiled slightly and said in a low voice, "You're welcome."

As everyone began browsing the documents, Magdana quietly observed their reactions.

He gave Rufreus a particularly long look, his gaze somewhat profound, as if trying to read something from the old man's expression;

His gaze toward Olga Marie and the Second was brief, but equally full of patience and respect.