Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

Tsugumi glanced at the dying Kyoshiro on the ground, narrowed her eyes slightly, and then took out a vial of Jesus' blood.

Then, he poured it on Kyonobuko.

The crimson wine was splashed on the body of the maddened koi, and the mutilated body was quickly soaked with the clear fruity aroma.

Kyoshiko stared intently at Tsugumi, her mouth slightly open as if she wanted to say something.

"What do you think this is? The heretical evil creation in your mouth? Or some filthy, poisonous filth?"

Tsugumi poured out one bottle and then another, smiling as she looked into Kyoshino's eyes.

"But for you right now, it's the best medicine..."

This heretic is right.

Kyoshinko felt that his spirit foundation and spirit core, which had been completely destroyed, were now stabilizing and even gradually beginning to repair themselves under the influence of the wine.

What kind of parva is this?

Kyoko fell silent as she watched the wine being gradually absorbed by her body. It was not magic, not the power wielded by those magicians who blasphemed the miracles of God.

On the contrary, what she felt from these pure liquids was a power that was incredibly close to the 'divine' feeling she knew.

"Alright, don't move. I'm going to take you to meet a very important person, and then you might be able to go to heaven."

Tsurugi hoisted the half-eaten Kyoshinko onto his back and headed straight for the house he and Teacher Daiya had rented.

He could feel the mad scientist aiming at his neck from behind more than once.

But she ultimately didn't take action, because she was curious, because she was worried, and because she had begun to believe.

Whether she believes or not is not important; what is important is how Saint Jesus reacts.

"Brother Sheng, look what I brought you as a gift!"

Tsugumi kicked open the front door, a look of pure amusement on her face, and threw the half-eaten Kyoshinko to the ground.

"Huh?! What's wrong with this girl?!"

Saint Jesus looked at the third of the madman on the ground, and was so horrified he almost jumped up.

"As you can see, these are assassins sent to kill us both~~~"

Tsuruga spoke in a tone that sounded like an adult threatening a child.

“I beat her half to death, and now I’ve brought her to you because, Brother Saint, she seems to be a fanatical follower of yours.”

Saint Jesus looked bewildered, lowered his head, and met the eyes of the fanatic.

"Um, how are you?"

"Heretics!!!" The fanatical boy glared at Jesus and said viciously.

"Should I get rid of her now?" Tsugumi asked Jesus with a smile.

"Oh, no need, Mr. Tsugumi, please give me some space."

Saint Jesus looked at the young female servant who was glaring at him fiercely, and said in a gentle tone...

"I need to have a serious talk with this lady."

After tossing the madden to Teacher Daiya, Tsurugi turned around and went to watch the fun.

He believed that Teacher Daye would not stand idly by while a defenseless, seriously injured, and dying girl stood by and did nothing.

Although Kyoshiko was a dead person to begin with.

As for whether Kyoko would harm his beloved teacher Daiya, he felt he didn't need to worry about that.

If enough miracles are performed, even if, in theory, Teacher Daye is not the god she worships, the title of prophet is enough to make the fanatical believer treat him with great respect.

After all, Tsugumi only used his Saint character card, and the passive skill of 'increased affinity with religious people' in this engraved class instantly eliminated most of Kyoko's hatred and disgust for him.

If it weren't for Tsugumi showing only a fraction of her demonic power, which convinced her that Tsugumi was a damned heretic, she might have even bowed down to her.

Although Saint Jesus Christ did not possess the miracles and divine aura of the Son of God in every aspect, the power of those miracles alone is enough to constitute an undeniable mark for any religious worshipper.

Of course, even in the most extreme circumstances, there's always the possibility that Kyoko might actually assassinate Saint Jesus.

That Tsurugi will try her best to save him using Command Spells.

In any case, as the Master, he has done his best for this Servant, which is quite remarkable.

Even his status as a 'sleepless one' makes it absolutely not wrong for him to protect the Holy Son.

After all, it was his own choice, and he was already being fair to his father by not interfering with him—besides, it wasn't this Teacher Ye's father who gave him this saintly ID card!

If Teacher Da Ye were to die, Tsugumi would say, "Damn, this world is so damn bad"—and then activate her Saint Identity Card without hesitation.

Mass extinction, activated!!!

The Holy Son descended to the mortal world and was then assassinated by a follower from a heretical branch that worshipped the same god. Tsk tsk tsk, this story alone could start a religious war!

It would be best if Dongjiang could use the Great Extinction to provoke the Lord's anger. Even if he couldn't, he could still report the matter to the Holy Church.

Jesus descended as a follower to wage war for a false Holy Grail, and was then assassinated by a heretical follower created by this false Holy Grail.

Tsk tsk, just imagine how furious those religious fanatics would be if they knew about this!

It doesn't matter what benefits Tsurugi can gain from this, and he doesn't even particularly care whether he can complete his world mission.

Do your best, or it doesn't matter if you don't – when men play games, the most important thing is always the emotional value!

The reason for doing all this is simply to see the world burn!

After settling everything in, Tsugumi immediately activated her Demon Noble character card and appeared in the vicinity of the private Homurahara Academy in a flash.

Through the few surveillance cameras here, which had extremely low image quality but still existed, Tsugumi easily found out why Medea had suddenly run away.

The first thing he saw was the campus, which was almost completely destroyed—he wondered if the school's natural gas supply company would go bankrupt the next day.

Then, he witnessed a rare and exciting scene, where almost all the other heroic spirits who hadn't appeared yet were gathered together!

How should I put it...

Wow! What a grand ceremony of appointing prime ministers to six kingdoms!

The reason why some fans of the Fourth Holy Grail War always say that the Fifth Holy Grail War is just child's play is probably because of this – whether the Servants are ruthless or not is secondary; the key is the interpersonal relationships.

The participants in the Fifth Holy Grail War, not to mention their relatively low average age, were mostly people associated with Shirou Emiya...

Therefore, it inevitably gives people the feeling of a family comedy.

What Tsugumi is seeing now is another family drama! It just has nothing to do with Emiya Shirou, since he hasn't even seen Archer yet.

Where's my crush? Where did he go? And where's Artoria? Oh, this is an absolutely absurd Lostbelt, never mind!

Keywords: ex-wife, ex-husband, ex-wife's current boyfriend, and ex-husband's idol.

This made Tsurugi immediately abandon his plan to go up directly, and he happily began to watch the show!

Having transmigrated, my only purpose is to kill, kill, kill! : 41. The Temptation of My Ex-Wife (Sixth Update)

"I'll be late again today..."

Emiya Shirou put down the broom, looked out the window at the setting sun, and sighed.

He didn't really want Medea to worry about him, but his personality always made it hard for him to refuse people who asked him for help.

Even if these people only thought he was very useful, Shirou would very rarely refuse them...

After packing up his equipment, Shirou picked up his schoolbag and walked out of the dojo. The corridor was deserted, and the setting sun cast a dark red glow through the windows. An indescribable sense of oppression filled the air, heavier than usual.

However, as soon as he stepped out of the school gate, his strong intuition gave him a chill down his spine. Then, he heard the sounds of metal colliding and buildings collapsing coming from the direction of the playground.

What was that sound?

Shirou instinctively ran towards the direction of the sound. When he turned the corner, the scene before him stunned him.

Two figures faced off amidst the ruins. One was tall and muscular, clad in a dark blue bodysuit and wielding a scarlet spear. His blue hair danced wildly in the surging magical energy, and a wild grin spread across his face.

"Saber, your swordsmanship is certainly flashy!"

His voice was rough and powerful, while the figure confronting him was a woman dressed in a dark black and gold gown, wielding a strangely shaped black and red longsword. She had gray hair and golden eyes, and her appearance was so beautiful it was almost unreal.

"Hum! Your gun is quite impressive, but I am not Saber! I am the Roman Emperor Nero Claudius!"

The girl's voice was proud and rhythmic, like an actress on stage. Completely ignoring her Master's panicked screams, she revealed her identity directly, while the opposing lancer grinned and launched another attack.

His spear transformed into a streak of red light, moving so fast it left an afterimage on the retina. However, the girl who claimed not to be Saber moved with equal astonishment, dodging the fatal blow as her sword traced a magnificent arc through the air.

Is this... the Holy Grail War?

Shirou immediately remembered what Medea had said, but he never expected that such an unusual war would break out so close to him!

In a moment of distraction, he accidentally crushed the withered leaves beneath his feet.

The crisp cracking sound was inconspicuous in this battle, but if his opponent was that inhuman servant, these fluctuations outside the battlefield would not escape their vigilance.

Lancer immediately stopped his attack, turning his head slightly towards Shirou, his expression a mixture of surprise and deep meaning.

"Tsk, there's a little mouse peeking."

In that instant, Shirou's blood seemed to freeze.

"The more audience members at my theater, the better!" the girl laughed, but didn't stop her offensive. "But first, let me deal with you, you rabid dog!"

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, the game ends here." Lancer's eyes turned dangerous. "Eliminating witnesses is the priority—I can't help it, it's my annoying Master's order."

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already disappeared from the spot, while Nero chased after him somewhat awkwardly—unable to become a spirit and lacking agility, she indeed couldn't catch up with Cú Chulainn.

Before Shirou could even think, his body acted first—he sprinted backward. His instincts screamed for danger, every cell in his body urging him to flee.

Fifty meters, thirty meters from the school gate.

He could feel the murderous aura behind him getting closer and closer, piercing his spine like a tangible force.

Ten meters away, the school gate is just a stone's throw away—

A streak of red light grazed his cheek and plunged deep into the ground in front of him. It was that scarlet spear! Shirou was forced to stop, watching helplessly as Lancer casually walked to the spear and pulled it out with one hand.

"Not bad, kid. Too bad, that's where it ends."

Lancer raised his spear, his eyes devoid of any pity, displaying only the cold indifference of a hunter looking at his prey.

"If you're going to hate someone, hate your bad luck."