Abnormality In Type-Moon: Madness Of Animeverse

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"Of course, I know that," Aozaki Aoko replied with a careless smile.

"But how can you be so sure that what I'm doing now actually breaks any rules?"

...What did she mean?

Blackened Saber narrowed her eyes, her mind racing. But no matter how she pondered, she couldn't fathom the deeper meaning behind Aoko's words.

"Leave now, King Arthur," Aoko continued, her tone severe as she looked Blackened Saber in the eye. "Just this once, I'll let things slide. If you want to make a move, do it another time."

Blackened Saber fell silent for a long moment, her brows furrowing as if trying to make sense of the Magician standing before her. Eventually, she retracted her weapon and withdrew her stance.

"I hope you keep your word. Don't interfere again."

With those words, her figure gradually faded from sight.

Though she held the Lesser Grail, even she held a deep fear of magic's mysterious power.

And although this Magician was still young, Saber preferred not to test her limits against her.

"Phew, I'm glad she backed down!" Aoko sighed in relief. "If we had actually fought, it would've been a huge headache!"

Magic was powerful, that much was true. But a Magician's true strength grew with time. Aoko had only held her magic for a little over twenty years. While she could summon future versions of herself to aid in battle, she'd then have to spend ages untangling the disruptions to time, leaving her unable to rest for a long while.

For Aoko, that was a price she wasn't willing to pay.

"Aoko, you returned just in time..." Roy staggered toward her, his steps unsteady.

It couldn't have been more timely. Thanks to her return, Taigong Wang's true identity had managed to stay hidden.

Taigong Wang, seeing that the crisis was resolved and everyone was safe, vanished without a sound, leaving no chance for anyone to get too close to him.

"If I hadn't come back, what would you have done?" Aoko turned to face him, a pleasant smile on her face.

Then she slapped him on the shoulder—hard.

Roy could feel his shoulder blade groaning under the impact.

"Stop, stop! You'll break my bones!"

"So, you do know pain," Aoko huffed, her voice cold as she watched him struggle.

She seemed genuinely displeased.

Roy wasn't quite sure what she was so upset about. Joining the Holy Grail War was something he had long ago set his mind on, and Aoko had known about it.

And truthfully, Roy and Aoko weren't that close. In the three years he'd known her, they'd only met a handful of times, with their encounters adding up to barely an hour in total.

It was odd, really—Aoko was the one who had found him, yet he felt more of a connection with Touko.

"I have a lot of issues with you," Aoko muttered, "but I'll save them for later."

She turned around, her face showing undisguised disgust and annoyance.

"I smell something rotten in the air. Is that revolting old worm still alive?"

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the bushes nearby.

They all turned to see a hunched, tiny figure scurrying away, fleeing like a stray dog.

"Damn it! Why do I always end up being targeted by a Magician?" Zouken Matou had come to observe the situation, but the moment he saw Aozaki Aoko, he was terrified and immediately turned to run.

"For three years, I haven't dared to even think of revenge. I didn't even dare to go after that homunculus. And yet, I still end up crossing paths with these two! Does fate really despise me this much?"

"Matou Zouken!" Without a second thought, Tohsaka Rin hurled a gem infused with reinforced magic at him.

The gem left a comet-like trail and burst above Zouken's head, transforming into a cage of radiant spikes that locked him in place.

Zouken's expression grew even darker, though he managed a cold smirk.

"Hmph. Fine. Let this body be destroyed. But don't get too smug. I'm not one to give up so easily. You'd best be prepared for my inevitable return!"

"That wretched old fossil!" Rin gritted her teeth, glaring at him with undisguised hatred. She wished she could throw his soul into the flames of purgatory and roast it for an eternity.

She looked at Aoko, hesitated for a moment, then spoke with conviction.

"Miss Aoko, forgive my forwardness, but do you have a way to put him down for good?"

"I'm not particularly skilled in this area." Aoko shrugged, displaying a rare casualness for someone of her rank. She despised Zouken too, but dealing with him wasn't her specialty.

Sure, using magic could end him without much trouble. But tampering with time magic wasn't something she could do on a whim.

The slightest change in the timeline could disrupt the balance of entropy, like pulling a thread that could unravel reality itself. To take something from one moment meant putting something back of equal mass to maintain temporal stability.

Ignoring the balance and taking without giving would eventually lead to chaos. A small butterfly could cause a storm, and even the slightest tampering could push the world off course. She wasn't about to risk the world just to kill Matou Zouken.

"Aoko's only good at blowing things up," Roy chuckled weakly, despite his pain. "When it comes to other skills, she's practically a dead weight. Why else do you think they call her the 'Human Rocket Launcher' at the Mage's Association?"

Aoko smiled, and with a snap, her hand came down on Roy's shoulder again.

"That nickname really gets on my nerves."

"Wait, stop, please! I'm sorry—I'm already in enough pain as it is…"

Roy pleaded until Aoko finally let him go.

"Let me handle him," Roy said, stepping forward. "I learned a ritual over these last three years, specifically for dealing with souls like his."

"This time, you're not coming back!"

With that, he stepped past the magical barrier. From his storage pouch, he retrieved several black keys, each blade sharp as a wolf's fang, and plunged them into Zouken's head.

"W-Wait... Could it be—?"

Zouken's face contorted as he saw the black keys, his expression shifting to horror.

"The Rite of Exorcism? A man like you... has faith?"

"I don't need faith to use these."

Roy's face bore a faint smile, though beads of cold sweat dotted his brow.

It wasn't just the pain. He was pushing his body to the limit, draining his life force to fuel his remaining mana.

Activating his Mystic Eyes, he summoned holy light into his hands.

The purifying power of the exorcism ritual, usually limited by the user's level of faith, surged under Roy's Mystic Eye, amplifying its strength from that of a believer to a devout fanatic, and then to the level of a saint.

Zouken could feel it.

His already rotting soul was now being scorched as if under the sun's merciless rays.

This attack bypassed his body, targeting the very essence of his corrupted soul, cleansing it with ruthless purity.

"S-Stop…! I beg you, stop! I haven't—I haven't achieved immortality yet—"

This level of exorcism would burn away all his body doubles, obliterating his soul.

Filled with terror, Zouken screamed for mercy.

But Roy remained unmoved.

"Just looking at you disgusts me. Hurry up and die, so the world can finally be rid of you."

"Arghhhh—!"

Like filth under the cleansing rays of the sun, Zouken's body and soul dissolved into black smoke. He was completely purified, leaving nothing behind.

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