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Chapter 243 The Little Swordsman Protects Tohsaka Girl
Chapter 243 The Little Swordsman Protects Tohsaka Girl
"Oh? It's Rin."
Kirei looked at the little girl, but his face did not show any panic at being caught committing a crime.
Instead, he revealed a slightly amused smile.
He slowly straightened up, put the black key back into his sleeve, and nodded slightly to Rin, just as he usually did when visiting the Tohsaka family.
"Why are you here so late? Your teacher will be worried."
If you ignored his blood-stained and mud-covered robes, and Irisviel lying on the ground groaning...
His tone was just like that of a dutiful elder caring for a lost girl next door.
"No...don't come any closer!"
Rin instinctively took a step back, raising the compass in her hand as if to use it as a shield: "That aunt...who is she? Why did you kill her?!"
"Dad said magicians must maintain elegance and composure! Bullying the weak... that's not something a magician should do!"
"Elegant? Reserved?"
Kirei read those two words aloud, then smiled and shook his head.
"That's exactly how Master Tokiomi taught us, but Rin, you're still too young."
He walked step by step towards Rin: "On the battlefield, elegance is something only the strong deserve..."
"and.
Kirei stopped and stood a few meters away from Rin, looking down at her.
"Now that you've come here and seen things you shouldn't have, you can't pretend nothing happened."
Rin looked at the unfamiliar Kirei in front of her and felt an unprecedented fear.
Those empty eyes held no emotion; they were like black holes that wanted to swallow her whole.
Hassan.
Kirei called out softly.
A surge of black mist rose from the shadows behind Weng Lin.
A hunched-over black figure wearing a skull mask slowly emerged; it was one of the few remaining assassin clones after days of fierce fighting.
His assassin is named Hassan Sabah, whose Noble Phantasm is called [Delusion Illusion], which can split into up to eighty clones. He is a natural intelligence gatherer.
However, the more it splits, the lower the magic power, durability, and attack power of each individual.
To maintain at least some fighting strength, Kirei has been relatively restrained in splitting his forces, but even so, there are only a few left now.
"Master, what are your orders?" The assassin's voice was hoarse and unpleasant.
Rin was so frightened that her whole body stiffened, and she couldn't even scream.
She could feel the murderous aura emanating from the monster behind her, which was even more chilling than the winter wind.
"Kirei-san..." Rin said, her voice trembling with tears, trying to awaken the other's conscience: "I'm Rin... are you going to kill me too?"
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Kirei looked at her and remained silent for a moment.
Images of his training at the Tohsaka family's residence flashed through his mind.
Tokiomi's incessant magical theories, Aoi's gentle smile, and the little girl in front of me who always holds her head high and acts with great energy.
He certainly wouldn't have done that yesterday.
After all, Tokiomi Tohsaka was still his ally and the "mastermind" of this war.
But just now, from the report of the assassin's clone, he already knew that the Hero King was possessed by some kind of tentacle evil magic, and the fluctuations of his magic power were abnormally violent.
I think of that hero-king who fell into the river and was corrupted by the filth.
That once high and mighty, invincible king has probably undergone some kind of qualitative change.
"The king may no longer be the same king," Kirei thought to himself.
The original plan was to help Tokiomi achieve victory, but now the situation has completely spiraled out of control.
Gilgamesh's fall may mean that his strongest trump card has become uncontrollable.
The alliance between that Avenger and the Matou family became the greatest threat.
With the assassin's flashy but ineffective skills, should he really risk his life to ensure Tokiomi's victory?
No.
Kirei sensed it.
The seed of pleasure that had been suppressed within me, nourished by tonight's chaos and bloodshed, has finally sprouted.
He no longer needs Tokiomi.
He doesn't even need to rely on anyone.
Once you possess the Lesser Grail, wait for the berserk Gilgamesh to perish along with all those Servants...
Kirei Kotomine is fully capable of becoming the ultimate winner in this war.
Even, using that so-called Heaven's Cup, I could ask that omnipotent wish-granting machine: what was the purpose of my birth into this world?
"cold."
Kirei's voice became incredibly gentle, yet also incredibly cruel.
"As your elder, I'll teach you one last lesson."
"There is no mercy in the world of magicians."
He turned around, no longer looking at Rin's terrified little face, and waved to the assassin behind him.
"Get rid of it."
With just three simple words, the girl was sentenced to death.
"Yes, ma'am."
The assassin let out a sinister laugh and raised the black dagger in his hand.
Although his current strength is not that great, it cannot be compared with those Servant monsters.
But killing a little girl with a bit of magic talent is easier than crushing an ant.
"Farewell, young lady of the Tohsaka family."
The dagger sliced through the air, aiming for Rin's back.
Rin closed her eyes in despair.
Dad... Mom... Sakura...
Someone... please save me...
Pfft—!
The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh rang out.
The expected excruciating pain did not come.
Rin opened her eyes, trembling.
The assassin who had originally intended to kill her was now standing frozen in place, his dagger stopped a few centimeters from her back, unable to advance any further.
And on the assassin's chest.
A jet-black blade, gleaming with a chilling light, pierced through from behind and emerged from the chest.
Blood dripped from the tip of the knife, staining the ground red.
...Huff...Huff...
The blade trembled with his rapid breathing, clearly indicating that the person wielding the knife had no intention of making the strike; it was a desperate act.
"It was you?!"
The assassin, his chest pierced, looked on in disbelief and struggled to move again.
Whoosh—!
With a swift swing of the sword, he was cut in two and quickly turned into a cloud of ashes.
Kirei Kotomine's gaze became puzzled; he had never expected the person opposite him to appear here at this time.
"...What a rare guest. It's our first meeting, Master of the Kamado family."
The person opposite me was none other than Kotobukura!
A few hours ago.
The night wind was like a knife, tearing through the already turbulent atmosphere of Fuyuki City.
At the entrance of the Matou residence, Sumire Kamado took a deep breath.
The lungs expanded within the chest cavity, and with that unique breathing rhythm, the twelve magical circuits, which had just been strengthened by that immense magical power, emitted a deep roar like a sleeping engine.
"Mom, Uncle Yanye, you two rest here. I have to go help Mr. Feibiao."
She spoke softly to the two unconscious people in the living room, her hand tightly gripping a katana she had found in the corner of the Matou family's warehouse.
That wasn't a finely forged Nichirin Blade, nor was it some famous treasure; it was just an ordinary sword meant for collection.
But the moment she held it, Violet felt a strange sense of peace.
It was as if her great-grandfather, whom she had never met, was giving her the courage to wield the sword through the resonance of blood ties.
"Sister Jin, are you really going...?"
Sakura, standing at the door, asked anxiously, but Sumire Kamado simply patted her head.
"I'm leaving these family members in your care. I'll be back soon!"
She smiled, pushed open the door, and rushed into the night.