Abnormality In Type-Moon: Madness Of Animeverse

"Where is Jeanne?"

"She's dead."

Chiyoemon's tone was utterly indifferent, as though he were speaking of a squashed ant.

"Why?"

"Who knows."

Chiyoemon frowned, perplexed.

"The experiments with the Mystic Eyes had already stopped. She had been reassigned to another project. But just as it began, she mysteriously died. None of the magicians under me could explain why. Not a single anomaly was found—it was as though her life had simply run its natural course. Truly baffling…"

Another… experiment?

So that's how it is.

The ongoing experiments weren't limited to just the Mystic Eyes. Jeanne had died because of one of them.

"So close… Just a few more days, and I could have seen her again…"

Roy lowered his head, muttering as if talking to himself.

"Kid, don't be so naïve!"

Chiyoemon shot him a sharp glance.

"You accepted the Mystic Eyes we created for you. That comes with the responsibility of saving the world. From now on, you must dedicate yourself to this mission. Your studies in magic must be relentless, and your resolve unwavering. And now, just because someone like Jeanne is gone, you better prepare yourself to make sacrifices too!"

Roy kept his head lowered, as though Chiyoemon's words had gone unheard.

After some thought, Chiyoemon chose not to push him too hard.

After all, this artificial being had only existed for four years. His emotional intelligence was pitifully underdeveloped. To someone who had cared for him for a year, he would naturally grow attached.

It didn't matter.

He could erase those useless emotions later.

All Roy needed to be was a machine designed to save the world.

After all, he was just an artificial human.

"Where's Jeanne's body?"

"Useless things are disposed of immediately."

"What about a photo?"

"None exists."

Roy fell silent.

But the darkness in his eyes grew denser.

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Two days later, Chiyoemon began teaching him magic.

While instructing Roy, he subtly hypnotized him, erasing unnecessary knowledge and turning him into the perfect machine for saving the world.

Chiyoemon was confident the brainwashing would succeed.

At this stage, Roy couldn't yet use the Mystic Eyes and had no means of resistance. By the time he developed the strength to fight back, it would already be too late.

The brainwashing progressed smoothly.

Every time Chiyoemon left, he was pleased with the results.

But every time Chiyoemon departed, a faint, holy white light would flicker over Roy's body.

The light disappeared as quickly as it came, unnoticed by anyone.

But with each flicker, Roy's mind regained clarity.

He became aware of what was happening. His eyes grew colder and darker, though he feigned innocence and harmlessness.

Roy was Chiyoemon's only successful experiment.

Chiyoemon poured all his magical knowledge accumulated over nearly four centuries into Roy without reservation.

He also declared Roy a saint, instructing his clan members and other artificial humans to revere him. Every one of them treated Roy with fanatic devotion, bowing deeply as though worshiping a deity that could grant them salvation.

But Roy felt no gratitude, only a growing malice that consumed him.

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Months later, on an otherwise ordinary day, Roy activated the barrier on the mountain, engulfing it in flames.

"This can't be! Why do you still resist?"

"We gave you the Mystic Eyes! How dare you turn on us!"

"Wait! I was wrong! Please, open the barrier and let me out!"

The magicians within panicked. Some tried to breach the barrier, others cursed him, and a few collapsed to their knees, sobbing and begging for mercy.

"Aren't I your saint? Now your saint commands you to die. Obey me and die quietly."

Roy's face was filled with disdain. He didn't even bother to spare them a glance.

The barrier was sealed tight; no one escaped.

The result?

Over thirty members of Chiyoemon's clan and more than a hundred artificial humans were consumed by the inferno, leaving no survivors.

Even as countless lives perished—some completely unrelated to the madness—Roy's expression remained devoid of joy or sorrow.

Only a deep, inky malice painted his face.

"Traitor!"

"You ungrateful traitor!"

"I gave you everything I knew about magic, and this is how you repay me?"

Chiyoemon emerged from the flames, his voice trembling with rage as he roared at Roy.

Confronted by his creator's wrath, Roy's body trembled—not from fear, but from uncontrollable joy.

He couldn't suppress the grin that spread across his face.

"Haha! HAHAHAHA! Ah, yes! This is my answer, you old fossil! How does it feel? I'm having the time of my life! My only regret is not being able to see the despair hidden beneath those bandages of yours!"

Roy threw his head back, unleashing the most uninhibited, devilish laughter since his arrival in this world.

No matter how Chiyoemon cursed him, Roy didn't bother responding. Instead, he manipulated his magic to burn Chiyoemon alive, watching as his creator was reduced to charred remains.

Once the mountain was completely scorched, Roy descended alone.

He thought it wouldn't take long to find a city.

But hours turned into the dead of night. Snow fell heavily, and even with magic to keep warm, the cold became unbearable. Still, he found no signs of civilization.

To make matters worse, he encountered a magical beast.

Just as he braced himself for certain death, a blazing light streaked across the sky.

A figure with vibrant, flowing red hair appeared before him.

"Is it you?"

Roy couldn't answer. His body, pushed to its limit, finally gave in. He collapsed into unconsciousness.

When he awoke, he was in the Aozaki residence in New Fuyuki City.

The one who had saved him was none other than the famed Magician of Blue—Aoko Aozaki.

She took him in, allowing him to recover in her home.

Out of respect for Aoko, the magicians in Fuyuki treated him with courtesy, though they barely hid their disdain for his artificial nature.

Roy didn't care.

With his Mystic Eyes, any magician who dared face him was no better than a monkey trapped under Buddha's palm.

One day, Aoko's sister, Touko Aozaki, visited.

"So, you're the boy everyone's talking about—the one Aoko's keeping around?"

She seemed amused and intrigued by him.

"Your Mystic Eyes are fascinating. You're not very adept at using them yet, are you? Let me teach you properly."

Roy's gaze remained cold and silent.

His eyes were filled with loathing for the world, ready to spill over at any moment.

Touko's sharp eyes pierced through his exterior, seeing the scars—both physical and emotional—that marked him. Her expression turned faintly complicated.

"Tell me, Touko Aozaki, what do you think of humanity?"

Caught off guard, Touko raised an eyebrow and then smirked thoughtfully.

"Let me ask you this instead: are you seeking my answer, or are you searching for your own?"

Roy froze before realization dawned on him.

So that's it.

What he truly sought wasn't her answer but his own.

From that day forward, Roy began to ponder.

Jeanne once told him, "As long as you keep thinking, you'll find your answer."

He didn't believe in such idealistic nonsense. It was as foolish as believing the world would one day become a utopia.

But with nothing better to do, he figured he might as well keep thinking.

What was the answer he truly wanted?

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