That oil tycoon wasn't a good person to begin with. He used young children as a source of magical energy, and after being confronted by Medea, he actually contacted the Church to kill his own Servant.
It's rare to see someone court death so recklessly.
However, I must admit that while other Magicians were single-mindedly focused on reaching the Root, this guy was busy developing new energy sources. He had a unique perspective, but it's a pity that acting only for his own selfish interests doesn't work in the Type-Moon World.
These days, you can't even go out and greet people without having a wish to save the world.
Ai-chan naturally knew about him. After weighing the options between robbing him and going to work, she decided that working was more troublesome, so she agreed to Jean's proposal.
An Assassin and a Berserker thus formed a new criminal force and set off toward the oil tycoon's Workshop.
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Arriving at the approximate location, Jean held Ai-chan's hand and activated a spell to weaken their presence, avoiding detection by any living beings.
Then, she used the wind to search for and destroy devices like surveillance cameras.
As for the magical Barrier created by magical energy, Jean didn't have a good way to deal with it, but it wasn't necessary anyway. After all, the two of them weren't hiding to infiltrate, but rather to avoid being discovered and causing trouble later.
However, the path into the Workshop was unexpectedly smooth. Forget about magical Barriers; there wasn't even the fluctuation of magical energy that would normally accompany a functioning Workshop.
So much so that Jean started to wonder if she had taken the wrong path.
But Ai-chan checked the walls of the passage and nodded to Jean: "There are indeed traces of magical energy left here, and they are very fresh; it hasn't been long since it stopped."
"Ran away? Or perhaps... Let's go in and take a look anyway. We're already here, aren't we?"
Next, Ai-chan took the lead, following the traces of magical energy into the intricate interior.
The entire Workshop appeared to have both magic and technology, but they weren't integrated at all.
Magic was magic, and technology was technology; they had both, but weren't proficient in either.
And now, with the magic-side power completely shut down, it looked more like a secret research facility.
Led by Ai-chan, the two arrived at a place that looked like a control room.
Then, Ai-chan pulled a black glove from who knows where and put it on. The glove was decorated with electronic circuits that looked like RGB lighting effects, giving it a very sci-fi feel.
She then placed her hand on the monitor, and various programs began to run automatically. A moment later, the surveillance footage was brought up.
"A firewall from around the year 2000 is just like this," Ai-chan muttered to herself.
She took off the glove and started using the mouse to check the surveillance footage. Before long, she pulled up a view of a lavish room. In the center of the room, surrounded by various luxury items, lay the corpse of the oil tycoon: Atrum Galliasta, staring blankly in a pool of blood.
She then rewound the footage of the room, revealing the entire process of this guy being backstabbed by Medea several hours ago.
Then, just as Medea was preparing to set fire to the Workshop, someone seemed to have broken in. Medea then vanished using spatial movement, and at the same time, the sounds of battle appeared in the distance, returning to calm after a few minutes.
"Ah, well, I thought Caster was Illya. I didn't expect Caster to be summoned after all. Say, should we go rescue her? A beautiful wife is so rare."
"She's about to encounter her true love, why are you getting involved in this? And don't think of me as the same kind of pervert as you." Ai-chan looked annoyed.
"But can that moment of being pulled back from the brink of death really be called falling in love? It's probably the suspension bridge effect. But that's fine, her dream was ultimately realized."
Just as she was about to put this matter aside, Jean suddenly remembered something:
"I blew up the school the night before last, and it seems like it forced the school to close... That Kuzuki Soichiro should be on the mountain now..."
"Doesn't that mean he's done for? How pitiful."
"It has something to do with me after all, so I should try to help." After saying this, Jean took out a dozen more Wind Crystal Butterflies from her spatial pouch and sent them to search the area between the school and Ryūdō Temple.
Next was the looting. Ai-chan used the system to search for many hidden supply caches.
They went to check them one by one. The items that could be used as magical materials had been completely looted, likely by the attacker.
On the other hand, the common equivalents that Jean and Ai-chan needed, such as cash, gold, and gems, were left behind.
Because Ai-chan hated trouble, she chose the cash that could be used directly, while Jean packed two large bags of gold bars and gems.
These equivalents actually had almost no value in the Reincarnation World. Gold still had some value due to its general scarcity, but gems were useless unless weighed by the pound. What was expensive were Mana Crystals and Demon-Sealing Gems, like the ones Rin used that could be thrown and used immediately.
Weighing the heavy pockets, Jean could already imagine the exaggerated facial expressions Rin would make when she saw these gems.
At this moment, the Anemo Crystalfly discovered Medea's location. Judging from the image, her robe was already stained red with blood, and she had collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.
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When Jean and Ai-chan rushed to the scene, Medea was barely hanging on by a thread.
Fortunately, Jean first infused some magical energy into her body, barely maintaining her life.
Then, Jean lifted her chin with one hand, raising her face, and used Synesthesia to attach her mental energy to ask her:
"Do you want to end it like this? Do you still have regrets? Do you have any tragic wishes? Do you want to return to that past and retrieve that happiness?"
Medea was too weak to speak at this moment, but her previously hollow and empty eyes underwent a slight change.
"If you want to, then make a wish. As long as your will is strong enough, your wish will surely be answered!"
Her lifeless eyes regained focus, and her violet eyes reflected Jean's image.
"Be angry! Be resentful! Hope! Desire! Scream in your heart! Shout that you don't want to end here!"
In her heart, the flames ignited once again.
"Show those guys standing in the high heavens who toy with the fates of mortals a thing or two, and tell them that fate will be torn to shreds by your own hands!"
At this moment, the flame called will was burning fiercely in her eyes.
Although her strong will did not penetrate the world, it was still enough, as the object of her wish was right in front of her.
A piece of parchment with the evil god contract written on it appeared in mid-air and drifted into Jean's hand. After confirming the content was correct, Jean took out an energy crystal from her spatial pouch, handed it to Medea, and said to her:
"Well done!"
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