Mahito's face was filled with delight, the malice practically oozing from his expression.
Wever shuddered upon hearing these words, momentarily forgetting even to check his own condition as he glared fiercely at Roy.
This bastard! Taking advantage of having his life in his hands to act so willfully!
But the real problem was—he couldn't find any trace of the curse technique Mahito had used on him. After multiple thorough examinations, not the slightest abnormality could be detected!
Roy had been quietly listening to their exchange, and now his expression turned peculiar.
You're afraid Iskandar will resent you later, but you're not worried he'll hate you for cutting off his arm?
This guy was clearly just toying with both of them.
He probably never intended to let Wever go.
The moment they created distance and escaped the bounded field, he would undoubtedly kill Wever immediately.
Iskandar should understand this too—the curse spirit called Mahito had an utterly vile personality. He would never honor any agreement. Even if they forged a Self-Geis Scroll, this curse spirit with no magical aptitude wouldn't care about breaking it.
But right now, he needed to buy time for Wever, to create an opportunity to break free from Mahito's technique. So he couldn't afford to openly antagonize Mahito
Roy remained motionless, his thoughts churning.
Frankly, even Roy found Mahito's Innate Technique—Idle Transfiguration—extremely troublesome.
Once hit by Idle Transfiguration, one's soul fell under Mahito's control. With just a thought, he could reshape Wever into whatever form he desired.
The essence of Idle Transfiguration was soul alteration—changing the soul's form to his liking, after which the body would gradually conform to match the soul's new shape, ultimately becoming a transformed being.
Tiamat's body-modification abilities encompassed all aspects of carbon-based lifeforms within her Authority.
But whether it would work on Wever, Roy couldn't say for certain.
He'd never encountered this situation before.
A body changing in accordance with the soul—whether Tiamat's power could reverse such transformation, Roy had no idea.
Roy raised a hand to touch his eye.
What about his Mystic Eyes?
Could they control Mahito's technique?
But currently, his Mystic Eyes had only adapted to the rules of two worlds—the Type-Moon universe and Asterisk. Theoretically, they could only control magecraft from these two worlds.
Against Mahito's Innate Technique from the Jujutsu Kaisen universe, his Mystic Eyes would probably be ineffective.
What a pain.
If he wanted to save Wever, there was only one way—kill Mahito before he could activate his technique. Absolutely couldn't give him the consciousness or reaction time to use it.
Roy narrowed his eyes.
He actually had some admiration for Wever—certainly more than for Iskandar. Plus, saving him would earn Iskandar's favor. A favor from the King of Conquerors held considerable value.
Roy's thoughts raced rapidly.
Just then, new developments unfolded on the battlefield.
"Curse Spirit, where is Yumizuka-san?"
Tohno Shiki panted lightly as he finally emerged from the building, his murderous gaze fixed on Mahito.
"Another one?"
Just as Mahito was anticipating the red-haired gorilla severing his own arm, Shiki abruptly intervened. With an annoyed expression, Mahito waved at Shiki dismissively, as if shooing away a fly.
"Go away for now. I'm talking to this gorilla first—you'll get your turn later."
"That won't do."
Shiki curled his lips into a cold smirk.
He removed the black-framed glasses from his face, and in an instant, his pitch-black pupils were overtaken by hues of red and blue. A dazzling, gem-like radiance was unleashed from his eyes, exuding an overwhelming aura of death.
"If you won't talk, then you'll just have to die."
The moment those eyes locked onto him, Mahito felt as though he had been marked by the Grim Reaper himself. A chilling sensation of impending death crawled up from the soles of his feet to the back of his skull.
He shuddered instinctively, leaping backward in retreat.
Only after putting distance between them did he snap back to reality, his emotions in turmoil.
"Did I just instinctively flee over twenty meters in one go?"
"What was that? Was I actually afraid just now?"
Mahito measured the gap between them, stunned by his own reflexive reaction.
"Those eyes are terrifying—my instincts are screaming at me. They might even be able to harm my soul directly... This world is truly exhilarating!"
A deranged grin spread across Mahito's face.
Fear, instead of deterring him, seemed to fuel the malice in his heart.
"Damn, so this is the power of the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception?"
Roy watched as Shiki, now exuding an aggressive aura as if he were a completely different person, and couldn't help but feel a pang of envy.
His own Mystic Eyes of Inverted Moon paled in comparison when it came to direct combat power—the ability to kill anything in one strike was something no one could resist envying.
Fortunately, in terms of functionality, the Mystic Eyes of Inverted Moon far surpassed the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, which helped Roy maintain some semblance of balance in his heart.
"Alright, who's this 'Yumizuka' you're talking about?"
Despite his excitement, Mahito remained fully rational. His lips curled into a calculating smile as he addressed Shiki.
No matter what, this seemingly frail boy was no pushover—he needed to figure out what he was dealing with.
"A girl around my age. She went missing two days ago—a student at this school. She's already opened her Magic Circuits."
"Ah, the first girl Oumaru brought in, right?"
After a brief moment of thought, Mahito clapped his hands together as if suddenly remembering.
"Ahh, the look on her face when I caught her was priceless! She kept screaming, 'No! Tohno-kun, help me!' The flavor of her fear was absolutely delicious—it's still fresh in my memory! Wait, don't tell me you're that 'Tohno-kun'?"
Shiki's expression darkened instantly, his murderous intent sharpening like a blade aimed directly at Mahito.
"Where is she?"
"Right here—blegh!"
Mahito pointed at his own stomach before shoving his fingers down his throat, gagging violently.
Moments later, he vomited up several spindle-shaped objects drenched in stomach acid.
Upon closer inspection, each of those elongated objects bore a withered human face.
"Let me see... this one!"
He placed several slender objects no longer than a finger on his palm, picked through them for a while, then happily held one up.
He could reshape human souls to transform people into any form he desired, which meant he could even use these modified humans as weapons.
For easy carrying, he compressed these modified humans as small as possible and stored them in his stomach pouch, vomiting them out when needed.
"Help me... Tohno-kun..."
The modified human being squeezed in his hand had its face portion pointed toward Shiki, trembling pleas escaping its mouth.
Transformed into that state, it likely had even lost the capacity for thought.
Yet upon seeing Shiki, the modified human instinctively cried out for help.
At that moment.
Shiki's killing intent erupted completely as he charged forward in a single burst.
The battle began in an instant.