Magician in Type-Moon

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"Isn't it obvious? Pharaoh Ptolemy wasn't an alchemist; he negotiated to set the security key in his own heart."

"So what?" Quarte still didn't understand the cause-and-effect relationship.

Matou Ike ignored him and continued:

"It would be very difficult for him to drive the guardians of the Library of Alexandria into a berserk state through conventional means. Although he holds the highest authority, creating the trap that guy just mentioned would undoubtedly violate the underlying mechanisms of this great library, so..."

"Irregular".

This time, it was the mechanical bird that emitted a soft groan.

"That's right. According to the rules, before Ptolemy became an alchemist, the most effective way to set a trap was through a programming error. It was probably by sending several contradictory commands with a security key. Depending on the combination, the Guardians and a part of the Great Library's functions would cause a fatal error."

Matou Ike looked at Kiz and said expressionlessly.

"So, is the security key being taken away as a means to cause error?"

“You understand very quickly. One of the methods that Ptolemy discovered during his lifetime was to ‘steal’ security keys.”

Kiz raised an eyebrow, looking at the man in front of him with increasing admiration.

"As for the specific methods, just think about what happened when Rogge infiltrated the second level," Matou Ike continued.

“The Great Library of Alexandria is closed...that’s why we have to start from the first floor again…” Quarter blurted out.

“Ah, that’s right. This guy actually used the excuse that ‘if the headquarters of the Atlas Institute breaks into this Alexandria Grand Library, we can escape by simply saying that it is closed because the security key was stolen’ to the Atlas Institute’s branch, and asked them to arrange an improper action.”

Kiz spoke faster and faster, his dissatisfaction almost overflowing from his body.

"Because the Atlas Institute's rule is that 'one's research results are only disclosed to oneself,' the Alexandria University Library has registered a large number of copies of the research at that time. These are dangerous items that could be leaked."

At this point, everyone present understood that this was a mechanism specially created by Pharaoh Ptolemy during his lifetime using true lies.

Once the Guardian detects an intrusion, it will automatically activate the "Security Key Theft" program, thereby shutting down the entire Library of Alexandria and triggering a berserk mode.

And the heart that serves as the security key should be hidden somewhere outside this coffin.

The significance of a secret room lies in the secret room itself.

The purpose was to convey the information that 'the heart has been stolen'.

This is exactly what Matou Ike thought, however...

"So all of this was a farce orchestrated by the pharaoh during his lifetime? And this coffin was just a prop?"

Meastia seemed somewhat distressed; he couldn't accept that the coffin didn't contain what he wanted.

Although he had information obtained from other sources, even he himself was unsure of its authenticity.

This is the normal life for the magicians inside the Clock Tower; everything is full of deception.

Only with a discerning eye can one acquire genuine "treasures".

However, it now seems that this trip was somewhat pointless.

At this moment, Kiri suddenly looked at Kiz and said:

Why won't you tell me what you're hiding? Are you deliberately ignoring it?

“What?” Kiz asked back.

“Of course, it’s what’s currently stored inside this coffin,” Matou Ike said calmly.

“Didn’t I already say that this coffin is just a smokescreen used by that pharaoh to deceive people?” Kiz replied without changing his expression.

"really?"

"Really, just believe me!"

Kiz's tone was quite insecure, which was obvious to anyone with eyes.

"You deliberately shifted your focus to the already dead pharaoh just to stop us from continuing to open the coffin and to prevent us from focusing on you. The flaws are too obvious."

Matou Ike spoke again.

"...So why did you dare come here? Why not just keep guarding that piece of Japanese land? Why come all this way and risk your life? Nobody in Japan can do anything to you."

After a moment of hesitation, as if resigned to his fate, Kiz spoke.

"What kind of riddle are you playing? And is there something else in that coffin?" Meastia's emotions suddenly surged, completely disregarding the fact that she had just been deceived.

"I think the focus should be on the change that took place 2,300 years ago."

Matou Ike didn't care whether others could understand him or not; he was only talking to Kiz.

"Everything you just said is based on the premise that none of you three magicians saw through the trick that Ptolemy set up before his death, 2,300 years ago."

Matou Ike narrowed his eyes.

"Leaving aside you and Wuzhiqi for now, you may have only learned about this after everything was completed. After all, you two intended to survive into the modern era from the very beginning of the experiment, so you didn't care what happened back then."

He drew three symbols in the air with his finger, representing the Mountain Court, the Wandering Sea, and the Atlas Court.

"But Kurdris did not survive, nor did he leave any definite information for his descendants, not even detailed data on how he made Elgo devour the divine body."

What Matou Ike said was easy to understand; even people who didn't know what the experiment was about could comprehend it.

The Atlas Institute's rule of "not disclosing one's research findings to others" is an obstacle, but even if one is bound by the rule, it would be too far-fetched to leave one's research to future generations.

This is the point of contention.

This is also a rhetoric used by Kiz.

Anyone with a basic understanding of the Atlas Institute would presume to assume that the alchemists of the Atlas Institute are probably like that.

There are many rules that magicians may find difficult to understand at first glance.

If the alchemists of the Atlas Institute were also bound by the precepts, no matter how much they pondered, it would be in vain, so they would naturally ignore it.

That's how Kiz drew the attention to Ptolemy.

"Within the confines of this great library, of the three magicians, only the alchemist of Kurdris is special."

Matou Ike waved his hand, erasing the two marks other than the one from Atlas Institute.

"Regarding the trap that Ptolemy set during his lifetime, although it was only the end of the Age of Gods, it was undoubtedly still the Age of Gods. And that 'Courdris' was an alchemist who held a high position in the Atlas Academy during the Age of Gods. Therefore, among you three magicians, only he had the ability to detect it."

"Isn't that all pure conjecture? Aren't you making way too many assumptions?"

Upon hearing this, Kiz reverted to his usual mysterious expression, as if he had forgotten his earlier "self-destructive" remarks.

"It's just pure reasoning, but I have evidence. First, the Great Library and the Atlas Institute that built it used the same technology. Moreover, if the theft of Ptolemy's Heart was a lie against the Atlas Institute headquarters, then it would be even easier to see through this."

When faced with Kiz's "questioning," Matou Ike simply gave a calm reply.

Then he looked at the door of the secret chamber, which was wreathed in purple lightning, and said:

"And haven't you noticed? There's someone who should be here, but they haven't shown up yet."

Upon hearing this, everyone involuntarily thought of a name—

"Latio..."

The six sources of the Atlas Academy.

He was also the one among everyone who took the initiative to analyze the laboratory data in the third tier.

Both logically and emotionally, she should have the authority to enter the fourth level.

After all, even her father, Roger, had come here.

As for why Rogge was able to come to this place, Matouike had not yet figured it out.

There might be some information that Matouike doesn't know.

"Given Miss Latio's current situation, I guess she's probably looking for the heart that was hidden by the ancestors of the 'Curdris' family, right? What do you think?"

Matou Ike said this.

"Ha, I didn't expect that to be the case. This is really a headache, but I really have no idea what that lady is doing right now. You've really gotten lucky."

Kiz looked at Matou Ike with a strange expression.

Matou Ike narrowed her eyes slightly:

"Is that so? But actually, that's not the case. You should remember the final outcome of the Night Robbery, right?"

"Of course I remember. You won a great victory that time. To be honest, it was the first time in two thousand years that I had lost so badly. Even my own disciple almost got caught."

Kiz smiled wryly upon hearing this.

"If you had stayed until the end, you should have discovered that I had torn off half of the divine power from Mr. Elgo."

"No, is there really such a thing?"

The magician Kiz from the Age of Gods gave a puzzled smile.

Matou Ike didn't seem to care and continued:

“That’s right. Since power is something that tends to converge, I can now roughly sense Mr. Elgo’s location.”

Matouchi paused slightly, as if sensing the unique rhythm in the air.

"He should be waiting outside the Great Library of Alexandria right now, with that immortal Wuzhiqi from the Mountain Court. Am I right?"

Chapter 411 Kurdris's Experiment

at this time.

The management office door was opened once again.

"You finally came."

Matouchi raised her head.

"...I never expected to meet everyone here."

The woman's shadow was illuminated by the red campfire; she held a beating heart in her hand.

The people gathered at the management office all looked wary.

Logically speaking, apart from Matouchi, Medea, Shion, and Kiz, these people should all be members of the joint excavation and investigation team selected by the Clock Tower and the Atlas Institute.

Therefore, it's the most gratifying thing that everyone can meet in the management department...

However, the expressions of everyone present, without exception, were completely devoid of joy.