Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 199 The King of Imagination - I've Decided on You!

Chapter 199 The King of Imagination - I've Decided on You!

Gilgamesh sat on his throne, golden powder slipping through his fingers.

His chest heaved violently a few times, and then, miraculously, the violent magical power that had almost overturned the entire basement subsided.

"Hahaha...hahahahahaha!!!"

Gilgamesh suddenly threw his head back and laughed, his laughter no longer filled with mere arrogance, but rather with a hint of pleasure.

"I see, I see!"

"I was wondering why a mere stray dog ​​dared to be so arrogant, even baring its fangs at me."

"So, he himself was a deadly poison."

A red light flickered in Gilgamesh's eyes.

The nameless rage that arose from the influence of class skills was easily suppressed by the sense of superiority he felt upon discovering the truth.

To be blinded by anger is the behavior of a beast.

A true king's character lies in seeing through the enemy's schemes and crushing them underfoot.

"To use oneself as a medium for the curse, to use one's own death as the final move in the king-killing scheme..."

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Gilgamesh stroked his chin, a cruel yet playful smile curving his lips.

"Truly...so insidious that even I, the king, am inclined to applaud."

"Kiri".

"I am here."

"You did a great job."

Gilgamesh turned his head, his eyes filled with approval and praise for his subject.

"If you hadn't stopped me just now, if I had actually followed that false anger and rushed over, blasting him to smithereens with my sword... wouldn't I have fallen right into that bastard's trap, becoming a puppet driven by hatred?"

"To let my unparalleled valor be reduced to oblivion by such despicable means... Hmph, that would be the biggest joke in the world."

Gilgamesh's frenzied aura had completely disappeared, and he now exuded an unfathomable pressure.

"You keenly sensed something amiss and offered your advice at a crucial moment."

"Compared to that boring man Tokiomi, you are indeed more of a concern to me."

Despite being praised so highly by the oldest king, Kirei Kotomine did not appear flattered. He simply bowed slightly and said, "You flatter me, King of Heroes. I was merely fulfilling my duty as an assistant."

"Well, don't be so modest. Excessive modesty is hypocrisy."

Gilgamesh reverted to his languid demeanor: "Now that we've seen through his tricks, this game is getting interesting."

"That Avenger... Asuka, right?"

Gilgamesh uttered the name as if he were chewing on a tough bone.

"You want to provoke me, to make me lose my mind in anger? Then I will not do as you wish."

"I will observe the situation and see what other tricks you have up your sleeve. I will save you for last, until all my cards are revealed, until you think your scheme is about to succeed..."

Gilgamesh grasped at the void, as if he were grasping some invisible destiny.

"I will now grant you a meaningless death."

"I will show you what absolute self is. Before the king, such curses are nothing more than seasoning to add to the entertainment."

"Isn't this the best punishment for such a treacherous person?"

"As you wish," Kirei replied softly.

As the golden light faded, the basement returned to silence.

Only Kirei Kotomine stood there quietly.

He cut off communication with Tokiomi Tohsaka, a thoughtful and deep expression on his face.

"insidious...

...or so?

Kirei recalled the information provided by the assassin: the man who instructed the girl to wield a knife under the lamplight and helped the housewife clear the table.

Could that person really be the mastermind behind the shocking murder plot, using himself as bait, as described by Tokiomi and Gilgamesh?

If all of this was indeed done intentionally by that man, then his deep cunning is truly chilling.

Kirei's lips curved into a very slow smile.

It was a smile full of joy that even he himself didn't realize.

Kitchen door house.

"Achoo—!!!"

Asuka, who was supervising Haru's special training, suddenly sneezed loudly and unexpectedly.

The sneeze startled Haru, who was trying to break the spoon with her eyes, causing the slightly bent stainless steel spoon to fall to the ground with a thud.

"Ouch! It's broken! The magic's gone!"

Sumire Kamado picked up the spoon for her mother, looking at Asuka with concern: "Mr. Asuka! Shouldn't you go see a doctor? How many is this now? Can even a Heroic Spirit get the flu?"

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..have no idea."

Feiniao rubbed her nose, and somewhat suspiciously pulled back the curtains to look at the night sky outside.

That feeling is back again.

It was as if countless eyes were watching him in the dark, plotting against him, and guarding against him as if he were some kind of monstrous flood.

"strangeness..

Of course, Asuka had no idea that in a small basement filled with intrigue and scheming...

He has been imagined as a cunning, ruthless, and treacherous villain who can curse people simply by existing.

Asuka was unaware that the [Forgetfulness Correction] skill had been unconsciously activated due to the influence of the fierce battle between the Servants on the evil thoughts within her.

He has successfully pinned the most difficult hero, King, to the throne, ensuring that he will not be subjected to the enemy's firepower for at least a short period of time.

Whether this is a blessing or a curse for birds today, only heaven knows.

In the unseen void, deep within the tainted black mud of the Greater Grail, a mocking bubble seemed to rise from the intricate misunderstanding.

The following night.

Hyatt Regency Fuyuki, Presidential Suite (Top Floor).

Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald was sitting on a velvet sofa, flipping through a magic book in his hands.

As one of the twelve monarchs of the Clock Tower, he was originally absolutely confident in his position in this war.

But his furrowed brows betrayed a hint of unease in his heart.

"Kenneth, are you still worried about that Avenger?"

Beside him, his fiancée Sora was idly trimming her nails.

Her gaze would occasionally drift to the handsome gunman standing guard by the window, Diarmuid Audie, her eyes filled with undisguised infatuation.

"That Servant is indeed a variable."

Kenneth closed the book, his voice deep and serious: "The Avengers... this is an eighth class that should never have existed."

"Judging from the previous battles, although that guy's magical energy is weak, his physical abilities and combat instincts are ridiculously high."

"Especially those black sword treasures that can devour magic power, they are truly intriguing."

Kenneth felt uneasy recalling the battle at the docks and the scene of the black-clad servant severing the flow of magic with a single strike.

For traditional magicians who rely on magical loops and magic to construct offense and defense, this ability is simply too much.

"However..." Kenneth changed the subject, a confident smile appearing on his face: "A beast is still just a beast. According to the information brought back by the familiar, his master is just an ordinary little girl with no magical foundation, and doesn't even have a formal magic workshop."

"There's no need to confront the Avengers head-on. As long as we find that girl and use my Moon Spirit Essence Liquid to persuade her gently, I believe she will back down."