Shinji Matou at Your Service-Chapter 867 - : The Passerby

Both Roa and Kirei Kotomine had long known they were not normal people, and neither had ever considered living a normal life.

Incurable lunatics? They didn't care. As long as it could make their boring lives more enjoyable, what did it matter if they were insane? So, when Ciel's curses reached their ears, they didn't take it as an insult but rather as praise.

However, after their joyful laughter subsided, Roa seemed disappointed.

"On another note, Elesia, you look pathetic right now. Daddy feels very sad—why aren't you using my knowledge? Araya is indeed powerful as a human, but he's not someone you can't defeat. The magecraft buried within you is ten, even a hundred times more powerful than mine or Araya's. If you put your mind to it, turning this generation into scorched earth would be a piece of cake."

"Ugh—shut up!"

Ciel struggled to gather her magic, attempting to use some kind of spell, but Araya mercilessly shattered her effort with a single punch, breaking both her concentration and the gathering point of her magic.

"Such a crude application doesn't even count as a remnant of knowledge," Roa questioned, looking down at her.

"Don't you want revenge? Don't you want to kill me? Do you think you can oppose me with just a flesh body, relying on the world's order to restore you? Or do you find using my power filthy?"

Ciel remained silent, struggling, not saying a word, but from the pain on her face, Roa already knew the answer.

"Boring, truly boring. Wanting revenge but harboring such naive fantasies—there's no such easy thing in this world. If you truly desire revenge, you must be prepared to sacrifice everything and grasp any power you can to have a sliver of hope—on this point, Caren is far stronger than you. If only she had your power, how much more delightful it would be for me. Unfortunately, you won't have such a chance anymore. Araya, what do you intend to do?"

Araya answered firmly, "Kill those who can be killed. For those who can't, I'll seal them within my bounded field. Her immortality comes from the world's order, so I'll isolate that order."

"You indeed have that ability. But before that, let me conduct one last experiment—with this power obtained after eighteen cycles of reincarnation, eighteen cycles of life and death. With these eyes that can kill anything living, even gods!"

The vampire known as the Serpent of Akasha licked his lips, his eyes reflecting a mysterious, dreamlike glow.

"Heh, Mystic Eyes Auction, Mystic Train, what are Mystic Eyes of Mirage compared to my power? They're nothing. The magi of the Clock Tower call them the highest-ranked Rainbow class Mystic Eyes—Mystic Eyes of Death Perception! You can now sink into despair and slumber for eternity."

In the widened pupils of Ciel and Caren, Roa reversed his grip on the dagger, slashing toward a seemingly insignificant yet deadly spot.

At that moment, a voice suddenly sounded from behind them—clean, clear, and completely out of place on the battlefield.

"Excuse me, sorry to interrupt—"

Roa and Araya's expressions changed slightly, and almost simultaneously, they turned, launching attacks toward the source of the voice.

Roa unleashed a lightning spell, the fastest of his offensive spells, while Araya compressed the air with his power. Since they had decided to leave no loose ends, they wouldn't spare any witnesses. It didn't matter who it was, whether they were passing by or had some ulterior motive—they had to die.

However, what happened next shocked them.

Both were seasoned superhuman fighters and even in such a rush, they had precise control over their attacks. They knew exactly what kind of injury should result if they hit, how the attack would dissipate if they missed, and what would happen if it encountered an obstacle—they had calculated it all and were prepared for any outcome.

But they had never expected their attacks to be completely disintegrated mid-flight.

Yes, utterly disintegrated, reduced to their most basic magical components and dissipating into the air. In the eighteen cycles of Roa's reincarnation and Araya's two centuries of life, they had never encountered anything like this.

"—That was close. Why did you suddenly attack? I don't even know you."

The clear voice rang out again, with a slight hint of lingering fear.

Roa and Araya ignored the two girls on the ground, their expressions grave as they turned to face the unexpected guest who had neutralized their attacks in a way beyond their comprehension.

It was a woman, cloaked in black like them, with a wide-brimmed hat obscuring her face.

"Who are you?"

Roa asked.

"A passing magus. I heard strange noises here, so I came to take a look."

The woman spoke as she walked forward with a light step, her demeanor more suited to a stroll along the Champs-Élysées in Paris than a battlefield.

"If you're just passing by, then leave quickly. This has nothing to do with you," Roa said in a deep, ominous voice.

"It didn't before, but now it does."

The woman continued walking without stopping.

"You intended to kill me with that attack just now, and now your magecraft is secretly aimed at my vital points. The moment I turn around, you'll strike from behind, won't you?"

"A misunderstanding, just a misunderstanding. We just went through a fierce battle, so we're a bit overly tense."

Roa, ever the sly one, had been caught red-handed, but his face betrayed no change.

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"No need to explain. We both know what's true."

For some reason, the woman was certain her judgment was correct.

"You—are my enemies."

Sensing the coldness and killing intent in her voice, Roa and Araya exchanged glances, knowing that negotiations had failed. They didn't regret it, as they were confident in their abilities and had no intention of letting this mysterious female magus walk away.

In the next instant, their black robes fluttered.

Araya charged at the woman, clearly intending to overwhelm her in close combat, his specialty.

Roa, meanwhile, turned his blade toward the fallen Ciel and Caren, intending to eliminate the threat from behind before dealing with the unknown enemy, in line with the unspoken understanding between him and Araya.

Unfortunately, neither of their attacks succeeded.

Araya's fists, capable of easily breaking large trees, were effortlessly blocked by the woman's slender hand, while Roa's blade was deflected by a flash of silver light—a mechanical arm that emerged from the sandy ground, with sharp, defined lines and a tension-filled design that was more a product of technology than mysticism.

"I won't let you harm those who can't defend themselves. Your opponent is me."

The female magus raised her head, a powerful aura emanating from her not-so-tall frame.

She was prepared to take on both of them at once.