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As a Mangaka at TYPE-MOON!

I originally thought this was a world like any ordinary urban novel... Drawing manga and traveling is quite enjoyable. But could you please tell me what's the deal with this magus named Emiya Kiritsugu who suddenly appeared in my face? Who changed the setting? And it seems that now I can enter the world of the manga I created and get a reward?

XElenea · Anime & Comics
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[183] Mystic Eye Collection Train

June 6, 1989.

A light rain fell in London.

In front of the abandoned train station, Kazuya once again arrived at the location.

Unlike before, this time, he could feel a bit of human presence.

Before long, he reached the platform, where a few figures were standing in pairs.

"It seems like I didn't come to the wrong place..."

Strolling through the dense fog, even though it was raining outside, the feeling inside was not vivid. The fog blocked the view, making it impossible to see the faces of those standing there.

It gave a vague sensation, as if being in a dream.

At that moment, two people approached.

"It's rare for someone to come alone. I was wondering who it could be... but looking closely, you're Mr. Kurokawa Kazuya, aren't you?" A silver-haired woman walked in front, followed by a black-haired girl.

One white, one black.

A stark contrast.

It added a touch of dreamlike charm to the current scene.

"Oh... you recognize me? So, who are you two? Friends? Enemies?" Kazuya smiled and said casually, as if casually inquiring, but his eyes glanced, seeing the souls of the two in front of him. Their souls kept saying "NO," meaning... neither friends nor enemies.

In any case, now... even if they knew who he was, there was no immediate intention to harm him.

"Ah, yes, the famous mangaka, Kurokawa Kazuya. Whether in that world or this world, many people know you. You may not know, but there are many fans of yours in the Clock Tower now. If you could come for a visit, you would surely be warmly welcomed." The silver-haired woman, named Melvis Clara, spoke with a gentle smile.

"Spare me, the Clock Tower is too dangerous for someone like me... I haven't gone there yet."

"Now..." Melvis Clara said, smiling slightly, "Oh, right, I haven't introduced myself yet. I am Melvis Clara, from the Clock Tower's Department of Policies."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

"It's an honor. I didn't expect to meet someone from the Department of Policies. So, excuse my rudeness, but... were you joking just now? Being from the Department of Policies and all..."

"Of course, just as I said, that wasn't a joke." Melvis of the Clock Tower said, moving aside a bit: "I haven't introduced her yet. Like you, she comes from the same country, a newcomer to the Department of Policies this year. I brought her out to meet you. Come... Hishiri, introduce yourself."

"I know." The girl with jet-black hair, wearing a pair of glasses that likely concealed Mystic Eyes, revealed a polite smile. She wore a black base garment with elegant fluttering sleeves, adorned with vibrant flowers, instantly revealing her country of origin.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Kurokawa. Like you, I come from Japan and am currently a student at the Clock Tower's Department of Policies. You can call me Hishiri Adashino."

Kazuya's pupils contracted slightly, but he immediately closed his eyes, squinting and smiling: "Is that so? Your clothes are quite beautiful and suit you well. But... is it okay to come over like this when it's rumored to be dangerous here?"

He learned a lesson from his previous visit to London, where slight changes in his facial features made Emiya Kiritsugu notice something.

To want to control the facial muscles oneself, it's possible, but... wanting to control even one's own eyes is indeed impossible. "Eyes won't deceive people."

This statement is true...

Eyes are the windows to the soul; any emotions will be reflected there first. For ordinary people, it might be difficult to perceive these through changes in the pupils, but for magus, it's different...

They have delved deeply into this aspect.

After all... in magecraft, eyes are special, which is why there are many "Mystic Eyes."

So, in the moment of feeling shocked, he closed his eyes. It's a common method, squinting and smiling, to make it more challenging to observe by minimizing the size of the pupils.

"It's okay." Melvis smiled and said, "In the history of the Mystic Eye Collection Train, there have indeed been cases of guests dying for various reasons, but... most of them are people with Mystic Eyes. And... Hishiri and I don't have such high-level Mystic Eyes that would attract attention. So, rest assured. But... Mr. Kurokawa, you should be careful. There are quite a few people eyeing your eyes."

Melvis smiled, and she did not identify whether Kazuya's eyes had Mystic Eye abilities.

Or rather, people with such abilities are quite rare.

Now, most people among those present in this Mystic Eye Collection Train don't possess this kind of ability.

Or... now, seeing him, confirming his identity, they probably think he's here to sell his Mystic Eyes. Kazuya has already noticed that someone is making a phone call, probably contacting someone...

In this way, just in case there's an auction, they won't be short of money.

Apart from that... there's probably someone who has the intention of taking action against him directly... rather than a large sum of money, it's better to just snatch it, although they can't perform Mystic Eye removal and transplantation, but... cutting off the head is still an option.

"That does sound dangerous."

Kazuya smiled and said, "Well... I don't actually have high-level Mystic Eyes... or rather, I don't have any Mystic Eyes at all. I came to this Mystic Eye Collection Train this time for... yes, to purchase a Mystic Eye."

"Oh..." Melvis seemed a bit surprised and opened her mouth slightly. "I see, I see. I thought... it was Wizard Marshall showing favoritism towards you. Honestly... compared to someone with a high-level Mystic Eye like you, it does make people somewhat uneasy..."

Kazuya smiled and didn't say much. The soul of the person in front of him has already exposed everything!

The fog gradually became thicker.

London has long been known for its fog, but that was smog produced by industrial waste. This time was different; although it blocked the view, there was no dust or unpleasant smell.

Instead, it was pure white—

As if endless waves of white were rolling in.

Then came the sound of a steam whistle.

The first to appear was the train head, emitting smoke, and later, the deep gray train body was revealed.

Yes, the Mystic Eye Collection Train has arrived!

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