Feeling the magical connection with the female assassin.
As the Master, at the mont of death, Jester learned about the female assassin’s past experiences through the connection.
He was fascinated by it, he was driven mad by it, he was infatuated with it.
"—To make that beautiful face, soul, strength, and belief... be polluted, defiled, degraded, subdued, and fallen! Is there any greater pleasure than this!?"
The vampire laughed wildly.
The laughter gradually mixed with evil colors, as if even this night was about to be polluted and distorted by him.
"The Holy Grail? The destruction of the world? They are indeed equally wonderful! I admit that! But they are insignificant! Compared to her despair, they are like dust and grass!"
Jester suppressed his surging heartbeat.
This ti, he didn’t expect to encounter such an accident, actually falling in love at first sight with the summoned female assassin.
In modern terms, it would be: first eting, marriage!
However, he believed that his feelings were by no ans so superficial, and it was an insult to describe them in such words.
The instant he saw the female assassin.
Jester even montarily forgot his original goal.
He wanted to use the Greater Grail to awaken the Great Spider ORT, thereby leading the Earth and humanity into a feast of destruction.
To let everyone in the world enjoy a self-destructive carnival.
To free himself from the utter boredom of eternal life.
Such an idea was certainly wonderful.
But, compared to his pursuit of the female assassin, he decisively chose to change this original plan.
Suddenly, a stabbing pain surged into his heart.
Jester stopped and stood on top of a building.
The vampire, who had been laughing wildly, was as if his throat had been choked, unable to squeeze out a single note, his face full of astonishnt:
"How... is this possible——!?"
His connection with the female assassin was severed.
In such a situation, either soone had killed the female assassin, or soone had sohow cut off his connection with her.
But, neither was acceptable to the vampire.
This kind of gap and anger that sent him to heaven and then plunged him into hell drove the vampire mad.
"Ahhh... Who! Who! Who! Just who!?"
In an instant, a hideous and furious expression covered Jester’s face.
He knelt on the ground, grabbing his hair with both hands.
"Kill... kill you...! Bastard! I’ll make you wish you were dead! I will suck your magic circuits one by one.
And also poke your eyeballs, crush your bones, peel off your flesh, violate your brain marrow, desecrate your heart, stir your lungs, and trample your internal organs to the size of an inch.
Ahhh! Ahhh! I’m going to chop your body into tens of millions of thin threads and scatter them into the feed box of the chicken farm!"
Jester roared at an unknown existence.
Endless hatred and anger were vented.
His tone gradually beca disordered, tears constantly flowed from his eyes, and a madman’s laughter overflowed from his mouth.
Finally, he slowly got up like a walking corpse.
As if his seven souls and six spirits had been shattered.
The steps he took out of the building were weak and powerless, and the vampire’s blood-red eyes were like a vortex of mad roaring.
A bloodthirsty beast broke into the forest of humans.
Whether this Holy Grail War would be a bloody storm, no one could give an answer.
Snowfield, North, Great Creek Valley.
Although the ti was very short, the girl nad Tiné had fully understood Gilgash’s personality.
Fortunately, she had so knowledge of various mythologies.
From the beginning, Tiné and her family had been eyeing the magus’s key, for which she had reviewed Surian civilization.
Hero King, Gilgash.
In the ancient past, he was revered as a hero and a great king in the land later known as sopotamia.
He and his brother Moran, his close friend Enkidu, created countless stories.
Which have been passed down to the present day, thousands of years later.
Among them, Tiné’s favorite was the legendary story of when the gods decided to punish Moran and Gilgash.
The brotherly love they showed.
That kind of self-sacrifice, putting oneself in a life-or-death situation.
It was very touching to this little girl’s tear ducts.
"Mongrel, are you saying that later generations passed this down as, in order to bear the impolite punishnt from the gods, that Moran guy took the punishnt in place of and Uruk?"
"Um... King, is there sothing wrong with that...? Lord Moran lost his divinity because of this and beca a mortal, right?"
Tiné was puzzled by Gilgash’s question.
She noticed that the Golden King’s expression was extrely complicated, almost as if he wanted to say sothing but hesitated.
"Forget it... The story is generally correct. It’s just a little deviated from the facts..."
Gilgash really wanted to complain.
Later generations’ mythology completely shaped Moran into an image like Protheus. In fact, Moran didn’t accept any divine punishnt at all, he completely slaughtered most of the gods.
As for the matter of only having the lifespan of a mortal, that was also Moran’s own doing, not a divine punishnt at all.
However, seeing that the person in front of him was a little girl.
Gilgash didn’t want to expose it.
After all, it’s always good for a child to have a dream, and he always treated children with gentleness.
It is very normal for myths and reality to differ.
You know, the Greek gods are all true body machine gods, and this is sothing that modern people can’t guess even if they rack their brains.
"Also, you’re a child, so act like a child.
Since you don’t understand what the truth of all things is, then just let my majesty as king shine in your eyes."
"I will do my best."
Tiné nodded to show her determination.
From the mont she decided to enter this Holy Grail War, she had already resolved to abandon her integrity.
In order to regain their family’s land that had been ravaged for selfish desires, they must have power that surpasses the mastermind behind the scenes, in other words, they must have a strong desire that surpasses the usurpers—
They must want to win more than anyone else.
The girl had been taught from a young age to be unscrupulous in this way, even if it ant being with a tyrant.
It doesn’t matter if her own reputation is stained with more filth.
She doesn’t care if her feet are soaked in blood.
The girl’s only fear is that the land inherited from her ancestors will be constantly humiliated by magi from other places, nothing else.
However, her vision was too low.
She underestimated the weight of the Golden King.
What exactly was a hero who once lived in an era where humans and gods were mixed, Tiné, who was born in the present world, did not truly understand the aning of it.
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