There was a woman.
A woman who possesses the best qualities of both Eastern and Western women.
The fair complexion of Western women and the delicacy of Eastern women; the plumpness of Western women and the slenderness of Eastern women; the wildness of Western women and the exquisiteness of Eastern women can all be found in women.
Just the sweet voice can make a man's heart beat.
Just showing a slightly melancholy expression can make men fall for her.
There is no doubt that this is a very attractive woman.
There was a man.
A man who possesses the best qualities of both Eastern and Western men.
The slenderness of Western men and the gentleness of Eastern men; the uprightness of Western men and the handsomeness of Eastern men; the unruly nature of Western men and the unrestrained nature of Eastern men are all reflected in men.
An unintentional glance back can easily touch the girl's heart.
The decadence exuded in his every gesture can also make mature women's hearts beat faster.
There is no doubt that this is a very attractive man.
What would one think of a pair of men and women like this, in a dim room, with the woman without clothes and the man with blond hair
Normal adults would associate it with things that are inappropriate for children.
Yes, something inappropriate for children did happen between the man and the woman, but this inappropriate for children is not the same as that inappropriate for children. What happened in the secluded villa had nothing to do with eroticism, but was more bloody and bizarre, which is another form of prohibition for minors to watch.
The woman's body was cut open, and blood flowed onto the floor, outlining an ancient magic circle.
The man stood at the edge of the magic circle, staring at everything that was happening before his eyes. His handsome face was filled with excitement and anticipation, and he kept muttering ambiguous words.
Because the voice was too soft and the woman was weak from excessive blood loss, she couldn't hear clearly what the man said and could only vaguely hear a few words.
"Soon."
"Holy Grail War."
"The Ripper."
"assassin."
"Victory, Thousand World Trees, Long-cherished Wish."
As her consciousness gradually faded and her mind began to become hazy, the woman heard the man's last words.
"Feel honored, Liudao Lingxia, you will become my sacrifice for my Thousand World Tree Clan to reach the pinnacle. The moment you die is the moment my Servant will descend."
"Close it, close it, close it, close it, close it, close it."
"But the overflow must be broken."
"—declaration."
"You are my subordinate. I trust my fate to your sword."
"Follow the call of the Holy Grail. If it is in accordance with this will and the law of nature, you will answer immediately."
The woman known as Liudao Lingxia saw a light that had nothing to do with technology, but was full of mysterious light.
Along with the light was a warm current rising from the ground. This warm current penetrated her delicate skin, warming her body which was getting colder and colder as her blood was lost.
Is this what death feels like? It doesn't seem that scary.
But I don't want to die.
Although I don't have much attachment to this world, I don't really like being supported by others and living in a daze.
But she still didn't want to die and wanted to live.
Even though he knew he had lost the ability to resist, he could only wait for death silently.
However, she still did not give up her desire for life.
I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die!
Someone come and save me, someone come, someone come and save me!
I want to survive!
I want to survive!
The blood in the body was getting less and less, and the warm current coming from the floor was getting more and more. Later on, it was no longer warmth but burning heat.
Liu Dao Lingxia knew that death was getting closer and closer.
In her dying moments, amidst the man's voice that sounded like he was reciting poetry, she heard a hazy voice.
"Do you want to live?"
The six-director Lingxia, who was already unconscious and only had the obsession of survival, moved her lips and struggled to spit out: "I, I want to live."
"Whatever the cost?"
"No matter what the cost!" The woman could no longer make any sound, but her will was unprecedentedly strong. "Save me."
"Very good, then the rest of your life belongs to me!"
The hazy voice suddenly became clear, and even the man who was chanting was stunned for a moment because of the appearance of this voice.
A blinding light burst out from the magic circle.
The strong wind and lightning made everyone in the room squint their eyes involuntarily.
Amidst the wind pressure, in the depths of the dazzling sea of light, a grey figure emerged.
"Servant assassin, the assassin from the other side, answer me, you are my—oh, don't answer me, you are not my master at all!"
Following the thunder and lightning and the strong wind, a crescent-like silver light flashed by, and the man's left arm, which was engraved with dark red patterns and stretched out towards the magic circle, was split into two with the elbow as the dividing line.
At the same time, a soft white light descended from the sky and engulfed Liudao Lingxia in a pool of blood.
It was only at this time that the blond man realized what was happening and let out a scream.
Impossible. I, I was actually attacked by my own Servant
"Why, why are you attacking me? I am your Master. If I die, you will disappear too!"
The man covered his severed arm, half in fear and half in confusion as he looked at the assassin wrapped in a cloak who appeared in the magic circle.
In his left hand was a long-handled sickle blade stained with blood, and it was this sickle blade that cut off the man's left hand.
In her right hand she held a peculiarly designed cane, and a mystery that was clearly not of the modern era was flowing out of the cane and into Liudao Lingxia's body, injecting new vitality into her life that was like a candle in the wind.
After confirming that Sixth Director Reika's condition had improved, Assassin turned around and looked at the blond man.
Although his face was hidden by the cloak, the man still felt the mockery in the assassin's gaze.
"You have a broken arm, but you are not blind. Can't you see that I am not your Servant, but I just intervened in your summoning in a special way? Or is it that you don't have enough IQ to understand the current situation?"
The man was neither blind nor had a low IQ. He couldn't see it because he hadn't summoned a Servant to become a formal Master. He couldn't understand it because he had never heard of anyone intervening in the summoning of a Servant.
Through the confusion on the man's face, Assassin read the fact that he could not understand the current situation, and Assassin had no intention of explaining. He raised the scythe blade again, accompanied by a sentence.
"Go to hell and ask the god of death. Oh, this is Japan, it should be the underworld and Izanami."
The sickle blade fell before the man could react, taking off his head and taking away his last consciousness - "What happened?"
The blood spurted upwards under the pressure and then dripped downwards.
Those who kill will be killed, and those who sacrifice others will eventually become sacrifices of others.
"Farewell, the last master of the Chikaiju clan, Sagara Baoma. Regardless of my intervention or not, you cannot escape the fate of death."