Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 203 I Can Also Be a Partner of Justice

"I accept this offer."

Kiritsugu lowered the gun in his hand.

Francesca blew him a kiss: "I knew it, the materialist partner of justice is the most reasonable."

She skipped and hopped to the edge of the rooftop, letting the evening breeze tousle her long purple hair. In that instant, she truly looked like a lost fairy wandering the human world.

If you ignore the stale, foul stench emanating from her.

"As a reward for your cooperation, I'll also make you a promise." The girl turned around, her expression suddenly becoming serious: "If I end up getting the Greater Grail, I'll definitely prioritize granting your wish."

"What?"

"It's what you think it means~" Francesca's expression carried an inexplicable solemnity: "Whether it's world peace or the salvation of humanity, those grand ideals that make people want to vomit, I will help you achieve them."

Kiritsugu's heart clenched.

Even Irisviel only knew that he wanted to use the Holy Grail to save the world, but she didn't know exactly how he intended to do it.

To achieve this goal, I am willing to pay any price and carry out any means, no matter how extreme.

He would accept death with equanimity, even if the sacrifice was himself, in order to achieve the greatest justice with the least sacrifice.

This was his wish, Kiritsugu Emiya.

How did this strange guy see through him?

Why do you think I'll need you to fulfill my wish?

Kiritsugu's voice carried a hint of wariness. At this point, the other party's methods were no longer important; what was truly puzzling was the purpose of his words: "And what about yourself? Don't you have any desires in participating in this war?"

"desire?"

Francesca laughed so hard she bent over, as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world. From the zipper on her abdomen, it seemed as if countless overlapping wails could be faintly heard.

"This war means nothing to me. I just want to see people dancing in despair in this boring world."

She playfully stuck out her tongue at Kiritsugu and winked mysteriously: "As for how I know your wish... that's a secret."

"Anyway, look forward to that day, Killer Uncle."

As soon as she finished speaking, the girl's body vanished into the air like dust blown away by the wind.

It was as if she had never been there.

Kiritsugu stood on the empty rooftop, looking at the sniper rifle in his hand, his eyes filled with uncertain emotions.

The sudden appearance of this girl... made him feel an unprecedented sense of unease.

However, Kiritsugu Emiya was unaware that Francesca's will had not completely left him after he departed.

She used her powers as a master of illusion, and was now watching Kiritsugu's back in a bizarre, almost ethereal form.

"Oh my, I'm really looking forward to it."

She uttered morbid whispers from the cracks in the world.

She certainly doesn't need wishes.

She had already glimpsed the true nature of the wishing machine through some forbidden means.

What Holy Grail? What Third Law?

What's inside isn't a miracle at all, but rather the accumulated malice of humanity over thousands of years!

That was the sludge that had been completely contaminated by a being called Angola Manuel.

To fulfill your wish?

Yes, it does grant wishes.

However, it fulfills wishes by materializing them in the most distorted and desperate way, according to the wisher's perception.

Does this magician assassin want world peace?

Then the Holy Grail would kill all humans except him, because there is no war among the dead.

Francesca could even imagine the scene when the man who called himself a champion of justice, willing to sacrifice everything for his ideals, saw the ideal he had pursued all his life realized in such an absurd, twisted, and ironic way before the altar of the Holy Grail.

What kind of expression will he make?

That was the most delicious pleasure in the world.

"Run, Kiritsugu Emiya! Slaughter, Kenneth! Fight on, you avenger named Asuka!"

"In this corrupted festival, let's run wildly towards that abyss of destruction! Hahahaha!"

On the ruins of the Hyatt Hotel, Kenneth had already picked up Sora, who had received emergency treatment.

His eyes widened in fury as he glared fiercely at Diarmuid: "Go find that avenger! I'll make him pay!"

Diarmuid, of course, sensed something was wrong and wanted to offer some advice.

But seeing Kenneth's angry gaze, he knew that nothing he said would make a difference, and could only sullenly reply, "...Yes, sir!"

On the other side of the city, there is a kitchen and a house.

"Breaking news! Breaking news! A collapse has occurred at the Hyatt Hotel tonight! Preliminary investigations suggest it was caused by a gas leak and subsequent chain explosion triggered by aging underground pipes. The exact cause is still under investigation..."

"The fire department is working hard to bring the fire under control. Residents in the vicinity are urged not to approach and to cooperate with the police evacuation."

"It is understood that most people in the hotel had been evacuated when the explosion occurred, and the number of casualties is still being verified..."

The local television station's nightly news was broadcasting briefings, with shaky cameras focused on the luxurious building that was once one of Fuyuki's landmarks.

"Oh my god! That hotel! I used to deliver seafood there!" Kamado Haruto exclaimed in surprise as she watched TV while training her eye technique.

Asuka didn't care about where else had collapsed; his attention was entirely focused on the violet on the stove.

"Breathe... don't erratically! Maintain that rhythm!"

His hand was pressed tightly against the vest of the girl, feeling the flow of magic within her.

According to common sense in this world, a magician's magical circuits are innate, and their quantity is determined at the moment of birth.

Ordinary people who have no magical loops at all cannot create new loops out of thin air, no matter how much they train.

This is determined by lineage and heredity.

But the current situation is unbelievable to any magician.

"It's so hot... Mr. Asuka... It feels like there's fire burning inside me..."

Zaomen Jin kept her eyes tightly closed, her entire face flushed red.

Sweat had already soaked through her thin nightgown, dripping from her hair onto the floor.

Pain, the pain of my whole body feeling like it's being torn apart.

"When your great-grandfather faced evil spirits, even if his skin was torn and bleeding, he would never admit defeat as long as he had a breath left."

As his descendant, you have no reason not to be able to bear even this much pain.

hum! !

The bird's cry was as cold and hard as iron.

He is doing something extremely reckless.

The bird guided the magic (spiritual particles) in the atmosphere and roughly injected it into the girl's body through his palm.

"If you don't want to die helplessly the next time you encounter that kind of enemy, if you want to protect your mother, then you'd better hold back!"

"Imagine your lungs are bellows, pumping all the magic you inhale into your bloodstream!"

Buzz! !

The body of the sage trembled violently.

In that instant, she felt some old shackles within her snap.

Originally, there were only a few magic loops in her body, as few as dried-up streams.

Under the pressure of this enormous external force, it began to multiply in an incredible way.

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