Magician in Type-Moon

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These items silently tell a story of history—

The history written along the way by the magicians who were summoned by Izeruma for their unique skills and who were willing to do their utmost to help complete the great feat of the "Golden Princess" and the "Silver Princess"...

A history that had just displayed its most exquisite achievements last night has now suddenly lost half of its "supreme beauty" and taken on a tragic hue.

"...What do you plan to do?"

Islo Sebnay suddenly spoke, breaking the suffocating silence.

His intricately braided hair swayed slightly as he turned his head, as if it were a meticulously crafted work of art.

For him, the conflicts and power shifts in human society were not things that aroused much interest.

In fact, even with the family magic he had painstakingly learned through countless hours of suffering, he lacked the fervor and emotion that a typical magician would have.

His sole desire to live was perhaps to gaze upon things that were "beautiful." This was likely a near-obsessive trait inherited from the Sabine family.

This is probably the most fundamental reason why his ancestors were able to assist the Izeruma family for generations.

For Islo personally, the reason he stayed here and poured his heart and soul into it was solely because of "them"—the princesses of gold and silver—

Only then can it match, or even surpass, the most exquisite "clothing" he can create.

No, more precisely, Isloh also felt that his ability as a "weaver" had made remarkable and astonishing progress in trying to capture and highlight "their" transcendent beauty.

This does not refer solely to his skills as a fashion designer in the secular sense, but rather to the fact that, as a magician, each piece of "clothing" he creates possesses a profound and unique function as a "magical costume."

That was a unique magical costume specially prepared for the Golden Princess and the Silver Princess.

It was not, as most people believe, merely a practical "tool" used to demonstrate magic or trigger some kind of supernatural phenomenon.

Its core and fundamental purpose is to purely, further highlight, and even elevate the "beauty" that "they" themselves possess.

"When you see beautiful things, you will also tend toward beauty."

Just as the Izeruma family has spent generations of effort gradually carrying out exquisite modifications to the Golden Princess and the Silver Princess on both magical and physical levels.

The weaving techniques of the Sabine family were also refined and elevated during this long process of pursuing ultimate beauty.

Islo Sebnay is the one who stands at the end of this road, paved by his ancestors and Izeruma, leading to the ultimate "beauty".

In contrast

"me……"

As a pharmacist, Maiou harbors a completely different set of feelings and entanglements.

His fingers unconsciously and repeatedly pinched his slightly pale and dry lips, his unhealthy complexion appearing even more gloomy in the dim light of the workshop.

The severe stutter that had plagued him for so long now made his words even more fragmented.

In an attempt to express the complex emotions churning within him, his throat trembled violently with anxiety, as if it were being choked by invisible threads.

“I am…Tia, no…no…the Golden Princess…”

He tried to articulate a definition or a relationship, but ultimately couldn't organize his thoughts fluently.

"........."

Islo suddenly narrowed his eyes slightly. Those eyes, which were always focused on lines and colors, now sharply caught the unusual fluctuations emanating from the pharmacist.

He didn't urge him, but waited with an almost icy patience.

The young pharmacist, seemingly exhausted, lowered his eyes, which were now shrouded in heavy melancholy, and with a hoarse voice, almost worn down by the air, struggled to squeeze out a fragment of the past:

“...In the past...Tiadra and...you...often...played together..."

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Maio's face visibly darkened, as if the already dim light in the workshop had completely lost its warmth on his face.

As Islo stated, from the time she was just one of the many young candidates for the "Golden Princess," and from the time Estella was just a young candidate for the "Silver Princess," Maio had been their playmate in every way.

On the one hand, this is because there are not many children of magicians who have the opportunity and are allowed to communicate with them;

But in reality, there is a more important and ruthless reason behind it—he needs to thoroughly and comprehensively understand their unique constitution, which is constantly being adjusted and shaped, starting from their childhood.

A top-notch pharmacist must understand every subtle change and potential characteristic of a patient's body far better than the patient themselves.

The Clements family, the family of Maio, has deeply grasped the importance of establishing a strong connection and absolute familiarity between future pharmacists and "patients" from the earliest stage through generations of close communication and cooperation with the Izeruma family.

For Maio, they—Tiadra and Estella—were destined from before he was born to be the only and supreme objects to which he should dedicate all his skills and efforts.

"Why...why bring that up now..." Mai's voice trembled with pain, as if he were being pierced by the thorns of memories.

“...Kalina and the others... also often... played together..." Islo did not answer directly, but continued to depict the past in his unique, calm yet penetrating hoarse voice.

“Because… Karina and the others… know… several… interesting games…” Maio murmured, as if he had been drawn into that unforgettable time.

The Karina sisters, who are of Celtic descent, remember several unique and ancient games from their homeland. Along with the naturally lively and curious Tiadera and the quiet but focused Estella, and the gentle and even somewhat timid Maio, they are often dragged into these games.

“Tiadra…she…loved kicking pebbles…” A faint light appeared in Maio’s eyes, but it was quickly swallowed by a greater gloom. “She could kick them…far…farer than me…and always…she laughed so happily…”

"……yes……"

Still sitting quietly in his chair, Isloh unusually spoke up in agreement. His lips, which were always tightly pressed together and seemed to care only about lines and proportions, softened slightly with this shared memory.

"I...don't dislike...that game either..."

"Well?"

This unexpected, almost candid response made Maiu turn around sharply to look at Islo, who was still sitting in the shadows.

“You…rarely…participate, right?” Mai stammered, pointing out that in his memory, Islo’s figure always seemed to hover on the edge of those playful scenes.

"...Leaving aside the quiet Estella and Regina who always follows closely behind..."

Islo's voice was deep and steady, yet possessed a peculiar penetrating power.

"...If I want to play with Tiadera...you'll always...give me a rather unhappy look, won't you..."

"Woo!"

Maiou seemed to have been struck in a vital spot, letting out a short, awkward gasp, completely speechless.

Past events, especially the subtle interactions and emotions of childhood, cannot be concealed or lied about in front of old friends who know you inside and out.

Even if they are magicians who have received inhuman training since childhood, their simple likes, dislikes and emotions during childhood are not fundamentally different from those of ordinary children.

Whether it was that small, clumsy adoration for her dazzling playmate, or that slight jealousy of others who might steal her attention.

They will remember it all with their sensitive hearts, and carry these imprints with them as they grow up.

Even though the cold connotation of "magician" was later forcibly added, those original emotional undertones never truly faded away.

"me……"

Maiou paused again at this point, his words caught in his throat.

The emotions surging in his chest were almost overflowing, but he was unable to express them in words.

This sense of powerlessness had been with him for a long time, like some kind of curse.

"I don't... hate you."

"Isloh said suddenly, his tone calm but clear."

"Um……"

Islo, whose complexion was also not exactly healthy, nodded slightly, accepting the belated and somewhat awkward response.

He paused deliberately, as if savoring the unusual atmosphere created by this brief exchange, allowing silence to permeate the stone chamber for a moment.

Then he spoke again, steer the conversation toward a more somber and realistic direction:

"Maio...do you really think...those magicians who are attacking now...are...the murderers of the Golden Princess...?"

"I do not know."

Maio shook his head helplessly, burying his hands deep in his already messy hair.

To be honest, he didn't want to think about anything at that moment. He just wanted to curl up on the cold, rough stone floor and fall into a dreamless slumber until it all ended.

What a blissful liberation it would be to remain asleep forever and never wake up.

As far as he knows, depending on the magician's personal choices and methods, some people do indeed use deep self-hypnosis to deconstruct and cleanse their minds, erasing heavy pressure along with some memories and even the threshold of consciousness.

But what Maio truly desires at this moment is a more thorough and violent form of self-destruction.

Ideally, this useless, tormented personality should be utterly shattered into meaningless fragments, never to be reconstructed again.

No, perhaps the more fundamental wish is that I would have never been born into this world in the first place.

In that case, there would be no need to witness the childhood sweetheart with whom one had grown up, whom one had deeply loved, die in such a tragic way.

Time lost its measurable measure in the oppressive silence and the faint rumble in the distance; it was impossible to know exactly how much time had passed.

With a soft but clear sound, the heavy workshop door was pushed open from the outside.

Emerging from outside the door was their all-too-familiar celestial being—yet seemingly transforming towards an even more ultimate realm in every instant—along with her ever-present maid.

“E... Estella... Re, Regina.”

Mai called out their names in a flustered manner, as if raising his voice would disturb the otherworldly tranquility.

They should have been inseparable, like the Silver Princess, who had played together since childhood. But now, she was showing a face that felt both familiar and utterly unfamiliar to them.

No, to be precise, it was Maio and Islo themselves who gradually adjusted and shaped her into the person she is today.

Just like the late Golden Princess Tiades, this extraordinary beauty before us is the result of dedicating everything to the pursuit of the ultimate "beauty"—

Including the original self—the final result achieved.

“Great, you two are both here.”

When she spoke, her voice seemed to have been tuned with the most exquisite skill, clearer and more melodious than the chords of any musical instrument in the world, striking the eardrums of both of them precisely and directly evoking a resonance in their souls.

Her face still faintly retains some of the gentle features of her childhood. In this context, should this lingering sense of familiarity be called cruel?

Beauty that is too isolated from the world and too pure often strips the person of all other meanings besides the concept of "beauty".

Just like the Golden Princess, compared to "Estella Baleleta Izeruma"

The name that carries her personal history is now more appropriately associated with her non-human nature by the title "Silver Princess," which represents her level of accomplishment and function.

"Estella, what is it?"