"So, in the final analysis, Kiritsugu set off before us."
At the airport, Annuo was wearing a suit and dressed like a bodyguard. He stood behind Irisviel and stated a fact in a calm tone.
Emiya Kiritsugu had indeed booked the flight tickets for them, but he took the first step without saying a word. If Annuo wasn't sensitive to changes in magic power, he might not have realized this.
"Well, maybe something happened over at Fuyuki, so Kiritsugu needs to go there in advance to arrange it."
Irisviel smiled helplessly.
She knew where her lover's flaws lay, and how little Emiya Kiritsugu trusted.
Annuo, a servant who had just been summoned for a few days, could not gain Emiya Kiritsugu's trust in other aspects except for his combat prowess. As Emiya Kiritsugu himself said, servants are just tools, and they have feelings for the tools. Nothing good will come of it.
"I see."
Annuo didn't take this matter to heart, he just looked at the whole scene calmly, as if he were a calm bodyguard looking around.
He was not particularly tall, but his aura seemed to be overwhelming. Just standing there made people nearby dare not look at him.
"It's time to board, Saber."
Irisviel said with a smile.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Master, go and get some sleep. If it's daytime, there shouldn't be an attack."
It's already evening on the European side, and it's dawn on the Japanese side.
Manlio, who had been nervous all night, said to Matou Kariya, who was also nervous.
Matou Kariya rubbed his temples and sighed, with a wry smile on his face.
"How can I be in the mood to sleep now? Let's wait a little longer."
Suffering two powerful attacks in one night, the situation is not optimistic for the Caster camp.
"In this Holy Grail War, we will be the worst sufferers."
Matou Kariya lay on the bed and said to Manlio in despair.
"This." Manlio scratched his head, not knowing what to say.
Suffering two attacks in just one night, and from different opponents, this is somewhat abstract.
And the first time was okay, at least he passed the familiar and saw clearly the sword used by the attacker. The second time except for the heroic laughter and the sound of thunder
"I remember there was a cow braying?" Matou Kariya sat up, frowning as he recalled what happened last night.
"Yes." Manlio nodded seriously, "Although it is hidden behind the thunder, there is indeed the sound of a cow braying, that kind of 'moo' sound, so I came to attack for the second time. Is it the Rider group, a Rider riding an ox or riding an ox cart?"
"possible."
Matou Kariya quickly jumped out of bed and put on his shoes.
"The servants who will launch the attack this time are tentatively identified as Saber and Rider. We have to compile the intelligence and speculation."
"Japanese servants who can cut down thunder with swords, servants who ride oxen or drive ox carts, servants who use thunder. This is the information we have. I am going to transmit the information to my brother now."
You have to deduce something. Otherwise, it would be too incompetent to be attacked twice in one night and defend yourself but not collect any information.
"Um"
Ryuunosuke Uyu is not in a good mood right now.
Yesterday, he tentatively performed the summoning ritual of "summoning the devil" recorded in the ancient books in his ancestral home, and specially prepared a child as a sacrifice to the devil.
But how to say
Snap.
Snap.
Snap.
"If you don't eat it, it will feel a bit boring."
He lay in the bedroom of this innocent man, looking at the "demon" who was outside the bedroom.
The spine-chilling sound of bone shattering kept ringing out, along with some other weird movements, but there was a hint of boredom in Ryunosuke Uyu's expression.
".What's wrong?"
The "devil" in the living room raised its head from the blood, and its scarlet eyes were the only thing that lit up in the dim room.
"Do you think you have to eat it if you kill it? Where did you get this common sense??"
"Is there any problem? My Master."
"Ah, there's no problem. It's just that I thought that creatures like evil spirits would eat them, so they killed them."
"After all, if you think about it, in the usual records, ghosts can eat people, right? And they can eat and drink at the same time, right?" Ryunosuke Uyu spread his hands and said helplessly , "Even the famous Shuten boy is like this - ugh!"
While speaking, Ryunosuke Uyu suddenly felt that his heart seemed to be clenched tightly, his eyes widened suddenly, and he stopped talking.
The evil ghost outside the door stopped what he was doing and seemed to stand up.
"Say, Shutun, what's wrong?"
The evil ghost walked into the room where Ryunosuke Ubu was lying, appeared under the light, and questioned Ryunosuke Ubu with a cold and creepy voice.
It was a "woman" wearing an orange-red kimono.
No, although it was probably a woman, it was probably not a human being.
And just like what she showed, she is a "ghost".
Bloody evil spirit.
His body was covered with lines that looked like bloodstains, and there were a bunch of black and reddish horns on his head. His hands and feet were dyed red, and his sharp claws could easily tear apart the flesh.
It does look beautiful.
But there is no doubt that it is terrifying - especially when she still has fresh blood in her body.
The "demon" summoned by Ryuunosuke Uge turned out to be Ibaraki Douji, one of the leaders of the demons in the Heian Period.
"Let me ask you, you said Shutun, what happened?"
Ibaraki Doji was still holding an arm that had been torn off by force, and looked at Ryunosuke Uyu coldly.
"Nothing happened?" Ryuunosuke Uyuu returned to normal after the beginning and smiled at Ibaraki-douji, "I'm just saying that if it was Shuten-douji, it would be more interesting to eat it, right?"
"I don't want to kill people anymore."
He sat up and looked at Ibaraki Doji excitedly.
"What I want is that kind of interesting killing!"
"Can you give me some inspiration, Ibaraki-douji-sama?"
".How about eating you?"
Ibaraki Doji's eyes showed no emotion and he replied coldly.
She doesn't like this person.
As a ghost, she does not appreciate this person, nor does she like this person.
So ugly, so disgusting.
Could such a being be born among humans that would make even ghosts feel sick?
Really, no desire to kill.
Ibaraki Doji threw the wreckage aside and spat.
