I adopted a child demon from the Gap, and I'm a special agent for the Bureau of Supernatural Ab

On the phone, Alice's voice betrayed her panic.

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Chapter 11, Section 109: A Feast of Frenzied Slaughter

The believer left only after giving a sincere farewell.

Although they were once enemies, and he had been severely wounded by one of them, the enemy didn't kill him. Instead, they found him and healed him. After discovering his true identity, the enemy abandoned their initial tight defense and began searching for anything suspicious about him.

During this time, although the believer was unable to move, by imitating the abilities of a previous Hassan, she could completely ascertain the location of the target through the air and the vision of birds and insects. Therefore, she was actually fully aware of the change in the Sixth Group's attitude.

The believer was pleased by the other party's attitude after realizing the situation had changed. She was incredibly grateful for the healing and care they had given her, especially since the caregiver was a pregnant magician. However, all of this also highlighted her own inadequacy. If she hadn't been so weak, she wouldn't have been injured and collapsed, and they wouldn't have had to go through such trouble. If she were strong enough, she could have easily killed Jester that night and achieved her goal.

This made her feel incredibly ashamed, and after the shame came an even stronger urge to prove herself.

After several days of rest, her body has recovered to about 70%. Although not at its peak, it's enough to meet her goals.

So she earnestly found Irisviel to express her gratitude for her care, and then decisively left.

Actually, she wanted to say goodbye to Ilya. During this time, the little girl had frequently visited her room, and they had developed a very good relationship. Believers naturally love children, and they especially love kind and pure children like Ilya.

But she went to school, and after careful consideration, the believer decided not to wait for her to return.

I'll go find Ilya to say goodbye after I return having achieved my goal.

With that thought in mind, the believer moved swiftly between the houses.

The last raid failed because of my excessive carelessness. This time I must be more careful, complete the mission properly, and take down that target!

Thinking this, the believer was walking at high speed when she suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of her eye. The next moment, she abruptly stopped in her tracks.

"Long time no see, lovely little girl."

Dressed in a black suit, Jester smiled broadly, a smile of anticipation and joy on his face, as he looked at the menacing believers on the rooftops not far away.

"I have to say, I really miss you so much!"

A scarlet tongue twisted out, lightly licking its parched lips. Through the gaps at the corners of its lips, rows of extremely sharp teeth flashed by.

The believer's figure flashed like lightning, carrying immense killing intent, heading towards Jester's direction.

Yes, that's it.

Looking at the girl's graceful figure, the man's eyes were filled with pleasure and admiration.

It is this beautiful figure that makes me so fascinated!

At the same time, Kiritsugu Emiya and Li Cheng, who had run out of the building, received a new communication from the members of the sixth team protecting the villa.

Jester has disappeared.

The communication from the other end was brief and direct.

“That man probably knew we were investigating him all along,” Rin said through gritted teeth in the communication. “But how did he even get away? Why weren’t the defenses triggered at all?”

"We'll have to deal with this once we catch him. What about the signal device he left on him? Find the receiver and pinpoint his location!"

Kiritsugu Emiya coldly gave the order over the communication.

"Found it, coordinates 126E, 78W, the location is in an old town area, but the signal is very unstable, oh no, the signal is gone!"

A response came through the communication very quickly.

"How is it possible that Tohsaka can use technological devices?"

Sitting in the passenger seat, Li Cheng said with an incredulous expression.

"That kind of idiot-proof machine is easy for anyone to use. I even taught her for more than ten days. Even a pig should be able to learn how to use it!"

Even after buckling up his seatbelt, Kiritsugu Emiya continued talking non-stop.

"Describing me as a pig is too much! Deputy team leader!!... Wait, why is the screen black? Hey, wait a minute, I didn't press anything, why is it showing up as gibberish?! Waaaaah—"

"Don't touch it! That thing costs millions!"

"boom!"

"..."

He shifted gears, floored the accelerator, and with a dark expression, Kiritsugu Emiya drove the car onto the road, calmly speaking into the communicator:

"The cost of the damaged equipment will be deducted from Tohsaka's salary."

On the other end of the communication line, there seemed to be the sound of something falling to the ground.

While Li Chengwei and his group were tracking him down, a bloody massacre was unfolding inside a dark and gloomy building.

With a swift swing of his arm, a black shadow, sharp as a blade, sliced ​​through the air, severing countless human limbs. A sideways strike, and he ripped out the heart of another. As countless figures surged forward, the believer paused, softly chanting:

"Zabaniya (Dream Fluid)".

Those who were rushing forward stopped in their tracks. The next moment, the smell of burning spread, and people whose marrow had been directly carbonized fell to the ground one by one.

"So beautiful!"

Standing at a distance, Jester couldn't help but applaud.

"Although they were a bunch of weaklings who weren't even B-rank, she was able to wipe them out in just three to five seconds, and she was so elegant and beautiful. Ah, she truly is worthy of being the girl I've set my sights on!"

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, the believer charged forward, attempting to kill her outright. But a whistling meteor hammer forced her to retreat, and then twenty or thirty more people rushed out from all sides.

"Thirty small fry are hardly enough to satisfy our interest tonight. Come on, these twenty-five are all genuine B-rank experts."

With a slight bow and a wicked smile, Jester spoke softly.

"I personally guarantee this."

Some believers cautiously took two steps back, looked around at the people, and slowly came to their understanding.

So that's why he's impossible to kill?

Every single one of them looked exactly like Jester—his height, build, even his clothing—they were all cut from the same mold. If one had to find a difference, it would probably be in their expressions. Jester always maintained a smile and enthusiasm, while these "Jesters" only showed a thirst for blood and a bloodlust, as irrational as zombies.

"Then, begin the killing, my darling!"

As Jester's gentle voice faded, the group of "Jester" mascots immediately howled and charged madly at the believers in front of them.

Arms severed, legs severed, waists severed, heads severed. The believers fought with all their might, slaughtering all their enemies. The small room was stained with blood, and the acrid smell of rust filled the air. Mutilated corpses were everywhere; not a single intact body could be found.

The believer in the center of the house was slightly out of breath, looking at Jester, who was calm and collected, not far away.

"Well done, little darling, you took care of all the B-level enemies without a scratch," Jester clapped his hands vigorously, his eyes full of mockery. "But are you tired? This won't do, our banquet has only just begun!"

As the applause subsided, another flurry of footsteps sounded. This time, a full forty people burst into the room, each bearing the exact same appearance as Jester, their faces twisted with a bloodthirsty glint.

"Keep dancing, this feast is for you."

With his mouth stretched to its widest point, Jester laughed maniacally, the sound echoing far and wide in the eerie building, accompanied by the beastly roars of the "Jesters" and the silent hacking and slashing of his followers.

Blood dripped slowly, and the blood-covered believer slowly breathed a sigh of relief and struggled to his feet.

Before her were more than three hundred mutilated corpses, hacked to pieces and unrecognizable.

Atop countless pieces of corpses, Jester gazed tenderly and compassionately at the weary believers below from the highest point.

"That's amazing! They actually wiped out all my 'splits' here! Ah, my heart is melting!"

A violent gust of wind howled beside him as the believer swooped in like a hawk, severing Jester's head in two the next instant.

"Oh dear, while I'm captivated by your figure, I must admit you still need more training~"

Jester, dressed in a formal suit, walked back into the room through the side door.

"Be polite and listen to what others have to say, little kitty."

"whispering sound!"

Filled with intense rage, the believer vanished like a shadow, only to reappear suddenly beside Jester, his black blade slashing straight at the unsuspecting Jester.

"Crack!"

With wide eyes, the believer was incredulous to find that the other party had actually blocked her attack.

"You're already exhausted, aren't you? This attack isn't even a tenth as powerful as the last time you killed me."

Jester chuckled, about to say something more, when the black blade he had blocked pierced through his defenses, cleaving him in two, his internal organs spilling onto the ground.

"Oh dear, I thought you were almost exhausted, but I didn't expect you still had so much energy left."

At the edge of a window in the room, Jester sighed a few times and sat on the windowsill, swaying slightly.

"If they're still this strong, I'm going to have a hard time handling them. It's really a headache."

As the follower closed in once more, he thrust out a murderous attack, only to be dodged by the opponent. Jester laughed and thrust out a sharp blade, but the follower evaded it as well, turning around and kicking him in the face. The kick dented his face into his skull, shattering his facial bones and even destroying the front half of his brain.

"So, haven't you realized this was all for nothing, darling?"

After closing the door, Jester turned around and said gently.

"Shut up!"

Finally unable to bear it any longer, the believer roared and charged forward once more.

"Finally, you're responding to me, my darling."

Jester laughed and opened his arms, letting the believer pierce his chest and tear out his heart.

This time, Jester did not reappear. The believer, having exhausted most of her strength, leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. But then she suddenly took a step back, and the spot where she had been standing was shattered by an invisible force. Her outstretched hand pierced Jester's chest.

"It seems that continuous battles can't break you, can they?"

Jester, standing behind him, was still smiling.

"So, if I were to kill that child named Ilya, would it elicit any reaction from you?"

"you!!"