Day Three The day ends Students leave the classroom and the building gets darker by the second. An indication that the sun is going to set soon. When the red sun sets and night falls, there should be noone around at the school. “Let’s begin, Archer. First, we need to check out the boundary fi eld. Once we fi gure out what kind of boundary fi eld it is, we’ll decide whether to eliminate it or leave it.” I address my invisible partner, I sense him nodding. Infi nite different effects are possible within a boundary fi eld. There are all sorts of boundary fi eld, from ones that conceal the area from people’s eyes, to ones that limit the use of magic within them. The most aggressive of all are those that |oppress life forms within them. But something like this won’t affect me. After all, a boundary fi eld is something targeted not at me, but at the place I am in. Such an indirect magical energy intervention has no effect on magi, who have magical energy throughout their bodies. I don’t know what kind of person set it, but his intention is not to defeat a Master. It’s hard to believe, but his target is everyone in this school. Unbelievable... A seven-stroke mark is openly drawn on the rooftop. This purplish-red character only visible to magi is something I have never seen before,“…Dammit. This isn’t something I can handle.” He didn’t think, but the boundary fi eld is bound with amazing skill. This boundary fi eld can be reactivated just by having the caster put more magical energy into it again. Archer says nothing.…He’s been quiet ever since we came out onto the rooftop, probably because he too recognizes the power of this boundary fi eld. Once activated, it can “dissolve” all the people within. This is a soul-eater. It is a Bloodfort that dissolves people within it and claims the souls that seep out. Since ancient times, souls have been hard to handle. Even though they’re believed to exist and are necessary for magic, only one magus has ever understood the soul. Souls are only “things to be investigated”, to magi So if there’s a reason, it must be… Suddenly, as if to stop the erasure of the bounded fi eld, a voice echoes over. I quickly stand up and turn around, on top of a water tower only meters away, a man is crouching on top, staring at me. Deep ultramarine that melts into the night. “Archer. Are you Servants… this kind of creature?” I ask coldly. “…It is as you suspect. I told you we are basically spirits. Therefore, our meals consist of souls and mental constituents. As you subsist on meat, we subsist on souls and minds. Our basic abilities do not change from such nourishment, but we do become tougher. In other words, our magical energy capacity increases.” “That annoys me. Don’t ever mention it again, Archer.” For some reason, Archer sounds happy as he confi dently answers, “I feel the same way. I do not intend to do so either.” I approach the mark engraved on the ground and extend my left arm. 15.
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