Fate: Typemoon - My Dragon Knight

For his familiar to be on alert, it must not be an ordinary human. They must have magical energy in their body. So, a magus?

What would a magus be doing deep in these mountains?

Aslan frowned. Regardless of the magus's purpose or thoughts for being in these deep mountains, this was the only road in and out of the forest. Taking a detour seemed somewhat unsuitable. After all, he really wanted to get to the town as soon as possible, change into a set of modern clothes, and then eat some modern cuisine.

As long as he concealed his aura a bit more, with the magic he learned from Morgan, could a modern magus possibly see through it? That magus would have to be incredibly powerful. Thinking of this, Aslan directly continued forward. If he didn't even have this much confidence, then his 1500 years would have been lived in vain. In those long years, no matter how much Aslan enjoyed himself, there were always times when he grew tired of it. And when he was bored, he naturally had to find something interesting to research. Magic naturally became the best choice. After all, in the entire Inner Sea of the Planet, there were not a few who understood the mysteries of magic and even had their own unique magecraft. Although he couldn't learn their unique magic from them, there was no problem in drawing inspiration. If the Aslan of the past was only familiar with Faerie Letters for combat, then the him of now, with his rich knowledge of magic, was more than enough to stand on his own.

He lightened his footsteps, letting his aura blend more and more with nature. The fae he knew were existences just like this. Having spent so much time with them, it was not difficult to use magic to simulate their aura. But no matter how he walked, he would always touch the grass and plants, and would always make a faint sound. Rather than completely silencing his footsteps, it was better to directly set up a magical barrier around his body that could block the transmission of sound. Anyone who had studied the transmission of sound would know that a vacuum environment does not transmit sound. In fact, it was just setting up a magical barrier around himself with a vacuum environment in the middle. Although it couldn't achieve 100% isolation. Actually, in the Inner Sea of the Planet, there were some who could achieve complete isolation of all sound through magic. Of course, this was their race's secret art. Aslan, due to his own bloodline, was already automatically classified as a dragon, and a Western dragon at that. It was impossible for Aslan to join these groups. Of course, the inability to completely isolate sound was mainly in regard to Phantasmal Species. It was no problem to make it inaudible to human ears.

At the same time, Aslan also gradually spread his own magical energy outwards, preparing to roughly sense the presence of life. Perception magic would cause a certain amount of sound and movement, so he might as well use the most primitive method. Anyway, his mana recovery speed was extremely fast. Even if this initial method would consume a large amount of magical energy, so what? He wasn't afraid at all. Aslan was still somewhat confident that he could completely crush the magi of today.

Not far in front of Aslan, a few magi had prepared modern firearms and some magical tools. They were a team that specialized in doing some under-the-table business. Originally, in the community of magi, such groups that used modern firearms were held in great contempt. But in the last hundred years, too many things had happened.

First, there was a magus named Darnic who followed a certain man with a small mustache to gain many benefits that were difficult to obtain in the world of magi, thereby enhancing his own strength. Although he ultimately failed along with the man with the small mustache, he also showed many people in the world of magi that borrowing the power of ordinary people might also be a form of help for them. Then, in recent years, there was a "Magus Killer" named Emiya Kiritsugu, who used various modern firearms to kill many magi and complete assassination commissions. This kind of sudden rise, like a dark horse, truly attracted the attention of many magi who specialized in the business of assassination. Of course, many magi despised this approach, calling it simply lowering one's own class.

But it had to be said, using these weapons did indeed make many assassination missions much simpler. There were even many people who said "no, no" with their mouths, but once they used modern firearms, they would immediately discover: Oh, my God, how is this thing so useful?

Think about it, the mana bullet that took you ages to condense and fire could be achieved with a small bullet. And with a machine gun, you could fire hundreds of rounds with ease. The fireball with extremely high destructive power and an explosive effect, which you had to study for a long time to condense, could now be solved with a single rocket launcher. Only an idiot would choose magic.

Huh? You're talking about that kind of magic with extremely high power or a very special ability? Are you kidding? If they could get their hands on that kind of magic, and even learn it, would they still need to be in the business of assassins? This line of work was for magi who started late, were not strong enough, or whose families had directly declined. The most powerful magic these magi could get their hands on had a power that was only about the same as these firearms. If they could complete their missions easily, why not do it? Face was something only those noble magi would insist on. They also had to live, had to survive, right?

As for what they said before, about how doing so would lower their class... did they say that? They never said that. What they said was that we should boldly try things we have never come into contact with before. Ha... hahaha.

Of course, although more and more small groups were beginning to use firearms, it was still somewhat difficult to challenge the status of a certain Magus Killer. After all, that Magus Killer had his own trump card—Origin Bullets.

One of the magi loaded a rocket into a rocket launcher. After checking it, he looked at his boss. "Boss, everything's ready. We can definitely keep the target in this valley with our current firepower. But will the target really come? What if he brings other people?"

The one-eyed boss took a sip of liquor, then capped it tightly to ensure no smell would escape. A confident smile appeared on his face. "Rest assured, the target has already come. The guy disguised as the driver has already sent a message. We just need to wait quietly. As for the others, just kill them all. In this line of work, we absolutely cannot let it be known that we carried out the assassination mission."

Even if assassins had a bad reputation, as long as no one knew who did it, those families couldn't possibly kill all the assassins, right? Silencing them so that no information gets out is the key within the key.