Type-Moon: Root Seiko

They each possess a unique and unparalleled skill, enough to be a miracle that believers look up to, and also the power to protect their faith.

But Bai Mao did not.

She has already perfected all the skills that an assassin can learn within the scope of what is permissible to cultivate.

But she is still human, and has never even stepped into the realm of the inhuman.

The only unusual thing is that she was born with a split personality.

She has countless independent personalities in her mind.

Each personality has its own expertise, as well as its own thoughts and name.

By seamlessly switching between personalities to control his body and doing what he does best, Bai Mao became the most well-rounded leader in the sect's history.

But she is still human.

She possesses no skills beyond those of ordinary people.

All she can do is to think in parallel with each personality and do what she is best at at the moment.

Therefore, in the face of the Tatar invasion, all Baimao could do was to use every means to feign compliance and even flattery to slow down their all-out offensive.

Indeed, within the sect, only she was capable of this kind of diplomatic work; successive Hassans had almost no ability in administrative tasks.

Therefore, she was one of the few Hassans who truly held the reins of the sect, thus sidelining the power-hungry secular elders.

But she also knew very well that she couldn't save the sect.

Rational thinking led Bai Mao to realize that the Tatars would surely conquer this land.

All we can do is stall for time and minimize casualties as much as possible.

During this time, Bai Mao made the most of his abilities to record everything about the cult.

The beliefs, culture, and history of a religious sect.

Record everything I've done—the roads I've traveled, the mountains I've climbed—in books as much as possible.

She was therefore called "the librarian of hidden knowledge," a truly laughable title.

This is just an ugly struggle.

Bai Mao was well aware that, due to his own powerlessness, he would become the last Hassan, carrying the humiliation of the sect's destruction to posterity.

Until the last day in my memory.

He abandoned all his self-respect, opened the city gates and surrendered, bowing down to the invaders of a foreign race.

He knelt before the conqueror, banging his head on the ground.

They pleaded with them to preserve the eagle's nest in accordance with the contract, so that the local people could continue to live there.

...Then, the invaders broke their promise.

The eagle's nest was utterly destroyed, collapsing and crumbling before its very eyes.

The manuscripts that I didn't have time to move were all burned, and all my efforts were in vain.

At the moment of his beheading, he was utterly devastated.

How could I possibly accept this?

If I could become stronger and acquire the same superhuman skills as the previous Hassans.

If only I could be like that stubborn, silly little sister, possessing monstrous talent and learning all of Hassan's skills from the previous generation.

...If it were her, not me, who would become Hassan, could the sect continue to exist?

"【【€€€€Delusion (Zabaniya)!】"

The black mud of hatred filled the shattered spirit core, tearing apart Hassan's reason.

One hundred thousand Mongol soldiers were killed again, their corpses strewn across the fields.

They will be used as nourishment to strengthen themselves, and then used to kill the next batch of Mongols.

This hell will repeat itself endlessly.

Until the end of the world, the end of all things, one's own hatred will also...

""Zabaniya!"

A mesmerizing purple mist exploded beneath her feet.

Within the meditation chamber, jackals, giant pythons, faceless giants, and howling birds materialized and swarmed toward the Hundred Forms.

Without a second thought, an equal number of clones immediately attacked the spirits that Jinn had transformed into.

Bai Mao rose from his seated position, his gaze passing through the skull mask to look behind him: "【You've come.】"

"I knew you were still alive. If I'm still alive, you must be alive too."

"Come here, silly girl. With you here, my army will be unstoppable, and this time we will surely assassinate the Tatar Khan."

"Zabaniya!"

Kyoko had no intention of reminiscing. Her long, flowing hair and fierce blades sliced ​​through the clones that tried to stop her, heading straight for the heart of the enemy!

Bai Mao pulled out a dagger to block the blade, sparks flying everywhere.

"Ah, I see." Bai Mao suddenly realized. "You've come to steal the Hassan title? Good."

"I've been waiting for this day when you'd actively fight for it, but in the end, you never came."

"【Who told you to be such a clumsy fool, all you do is charge around recklessly. If you became Hassan, your title would definitely be Wild Boar Hassan.】"

"I'm not going to think about such childish things anymore!" Kyoko shouted.

Her flowing hair killed numerous clones of her various forms, forcing her main body to retreat.

But more and more overwhelming black mud clones appeared out of nowhere, trying to overwhelm her with sheer numbers!

“I did have moments when I wanted recognition, but I’ve grown up now!” Kyoko persisted. “So you should see this clearly too! This isn’t the Eagle’s Nest, this isn’t the era we live in! You are a hero who should fight for justice, not an accomplice to destroy the world!”

"Dream Essence"!

The Mad Nose-Shriek unleashed a high-frequency vibration, instantly killing the numerous Hundred-Faced clones that had overwhelmed its attack.

Their brains exploded like fireworks, creating a dazzling spectacle.

Because of the endless supply of magic from Canaan, Kyoko never had the awareness to conserve magic power, and she always used her Noble Phantasm to its fullest potential.

In contrast, Bai Mao also possesses an infinite supply of spiritual energy from its veins.

Furthermore, because its spirit origin was modified, at the cost of shattered consciousness, its output limit also became higher, thus enabling it to summon a far greater number of clones than the limit could be reached.

...But to be honest, it's just so-so.

After actually fighting her, the demystified Kyoko finally understood: "I am stronger than you!"

“Even if I can’t become Hassan, even if you are a far superior sect leader—I am still better than you, that much is a fact!”

“Of course.” Bai Mao was even laughing.

This was exactly what she expected; her silly little sister should be like this.

She is a rare genius, a monster who can learn the techniques of the Hassans through 'effort'.

But she must never be Hassan.

On this point alone, Hyakume and those vulgar elders who were wary of Kyōshin's talent shared the same opinion.

Her heart is too pure; becoming Hassan will only harm her.

Hassan is not a noble profession.

One must be prepared to sacrifice for the sect and have one's hands stained with blood and sin.

All the leaders of the cult were fully aware of this, and none of them had any regrets.

But she wasn't; she knew nothing.

Dreams alone are meaningless; a silly girl like a wild boar cannot become Hassan.

Conversely, a child like her is the embodiment of one's own faith...

(...Then why did I want her to participate in the war just now?)

Bai Mao's thoughts went blank for a moment, and she couldn't figure out what to do with herself.

"Light!"

Taking advantage of this opening, Luo Zhen, who was flying on the outside using the Command Spell Wings, rushed into the stone chamber and cut off the head of the Hundred Faces from behind with a single slash!

The Blade of Light felt solid, and the numerous clones remaining in the stone chamber also dissipated.

As Kyōshinko watched Hyakumō's mangled body kneel and fall, she felt utterly lost.

"Sister... um?"

“Of course, it would be great if Servants with modified Spirit Origins were so easy to kill.” Ryouma immediately stood in front of Kyo Shinko.

Bai Mao, having lost his head, stood up eerily like a marionette.

Endless black mud gushed from the broken surface, and Hassan's masks appeared in the air.

"I hate it."