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

"tide, tide is Xi."

"Oh, so your name is tide? That's a very nice name, hehe. Well then, we're acquainted. Nice to meet you, tide!"

"Yes, please guide me."

With a hint of probing in her eyes, Lingyu quickly smiled and continued to tentatively communicate with tide.

Meanwhile, in that blood-soaked room, Li Cheng and Kiritsugu Emiya finally found the coordinate transmitter that had been hidden on Jester.

"It almost got chopped off; this little thing is really lucky."

Holding the small object with one side of its surface chipped off, Li Cheng couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

"It's good that it's not damaged. Let's open it. I need to see if the camera inside has recorded anything."

Emiya Kiritsugu took out a special mobile phone used for playback, took the microchip that Li Cheng had taken from the transmitter, inserted it into the phone's SIM card slot, and began decoding and reading.

"Speaking of which, Emiya, if it were you, how confident would you be in dealing with so many people at once? It seems that most of them here have at least a B-rank physical ability."

While waiting for Kiritsugu Emiya to finish reading, Li Cheng looked around at the various pieces of corpse scattered on the ground and couldn't help but speak.

"It depends on the level of equipment I had at the time. In the worst-case scenario, without any weapons, I would definitely lose."

Kiritsugu Emiya spoke casually without looking up, his eyes fixed intently on the image displayed on the screen after the decoding was completed.

Li Cheng stepped forward and peered inside to get a better look at the scene.

After a flash of chaotic images, the screen showed severely dropped frames and no sound, with intense shaking. It's easy to imagine that although the individual was barely preserved intact, the little creature must have suffered considerable damage in the battle. That it can even display the footage at all now is a remarkable achievement.

Even so, the two of them managed to get a general idea of ​​what was going on.

"I have to say, this girl is really hardworking."

Having roughly learned the whole story of the believers' battle, Li Cheng couldn't help but sigh.

"Her injuries hadn't fully healed, and enemies kept appearing one after another. Under such pressure, she was still able to fight continuously and even kill hundreds of enemies efficiently and quickly. I have to say, she's truly worthy of being from the 'Hassan' organization. She's not even a real Hassan yet. If a real Hassan appeared, her combat power would probably be even higher, right?"

After turning off the screen, Kiritsugu Emiya silently put away his phone with a flickering expression, then briefly glanced around the filthy room.

"What are your plans next, Emiya?"

Standing beside Kiritsugu Emiya, Li asked earnestly.

"As you know, Emiya. Although the team leader is Ryougi-san, she's the kind of person who doesn't care about anything as long as there's a fight. In this Sixth Team, the one who's really in charge of making decisions and deciding on actions has always been you."

"……snort."

As if he had heard something amusing, Kiritsugu Emiya snorted lightly, turned to look at Li Cheng, and said with a hint of disdain:

"Wasn't this already decided a long time ago?"

"So, what is your decision, Emiya?"

As if he had already anticipated Kiritsugu Emiya's reaction, Li Cheng asked with a smile.

"Of course we should continue to get involved. After all, this was our original task, and there's no reason for us to stand idly by."

As he spoke, Kiritsugu Emiya walked outside, with Li Cheng slowly following beside him.

"Eliminate the Dead Apostle Jester and rescue that girl. If we can save someone from that powerful cult, it will be a good connection, and it will be of great benefit to us."

"Is that the only consideration? That's quite practical. But wouldn't it be a bit much to take out the target that headquarters assigned us to protect? After all, those people at headquarters have been looking down on us for a long time."

"What's the point of talking to those idiots? Let's wait until they've finished testing the blood samples here. Those pig-brains can't even recognize the Dead Apostles, yet they've sent people to protect them."

Uh, didn't we also fail to recognize them at first? You're saying the headquarters' idiots and pig-brains didn't recognize the other party as a Dead Apostle, so what about us who also failed to recognize the other party as a Dead Apostle?

Feeling slightly embarrassed, Li Cheng didn't say anything to remind Emiya Kiritsugu, who had also insulted his own people. Instead, he followed behind him, and the two returned to the car together, where Li Cheng gave the order for everyone to assemble.

The final battle is about to begin.

…………

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Section 112, Chapter Fourteen: Questions and Answers and Marking

In the afternoon, when students were leaving school and heading home (except for the Huaxia Alliance), Illya and Shirou walked side by side on the bustling street, chatting casually about various things.

"Brother, are we going to buy some groceries next?"

With her little backpack on, Illya approached Shirou and spoke with an expectant look on her face.

"Yes, Sister Xin is still in the recovery period, so of course we need to prepare more healthy and nutritious meals for her. This will help her recover."

Emiya Shirou nodded and said very seriously.

"Oh, brother's cooking, I'm really looking forward to it."

"Haha, I'll be very happy if you like it, Ilya."

An unusual feeling made the two of them stop in their tracks.

Shirou Emiya was the first to notice the source of that strange feeling: in the crowd, on a bench at a street corner. An old man in a cloak, leaning on a cane, sat there motionless.

This was a bustling commercial street, and people usually sat on the benches along the roadside waiting. But this old man was the only one sitting quietly on the bench; no one came forward to sit beside him. That little corner seemed to have been forgotten by everyone.

Shirou stopped in his tracks. He didn't know why, but he simply couldn't move. It wasn't that his body was out of control, nor that his mind was disturbed; he just simply felt he couldn't leave. Seeing Shirou staring in one direction, Illya beside him turned to look as well, and then she too stopped, staring at the solitary old man.

This brief silence among the crowd lasted for about two or three minutes.

"call--"

In the end, Shirou Emiya reacted first, took Illya's small hand, and slowly walked forward to the old man.

"Hello, sir."

Shirou Emiya greeted the old man respectfully.

"..."

The old man slightly raised his head, remaining silent. Thick white hair obscured his eyes, but Shirou Emiya could sense that the old man was scrutinizing him and Illya beside him. This silent gaze, for some reason, brought Shirou an immense sense of oppression, even surpassing the combined oppressive feeling he had experienced when he witnessed Ryougi Shiki sparring with Lee Seung-ha in the training grounds of the Sixth Division.

Ilya shrank back slightly, seemingly sensing the unusual pressure and becoming somewhat timid.

"……May I have your name?"

After a long silence, the old man slowly spoke, his voice hoarse yet faintly ethereal.

"Shirou Emiya, my name is Shirou Emiya."

Shirou quickly said.

"I...I am Ilya, my name is Ilya."

Ilya, on the other side, quickly added.

"...It's a good name," the old man said softly. "So, Shirou Emiya, do you have any beliefs, or anything you pursue?"

"Huh? This, this..."

Shirou Emiya was caught off guard by the old man's sudden question and didn't know how to react.

"It's not really about faith or anything like that. Well, if I had to say, I admire what Kiritsugu once said about being a 'partner of justice.' So, if I had to say, I'd like to become a partner of justice."

They were complete strangers, and the question came so suddenly and inexplicably. Yet, Shirou Emiya spoke his true thoughts naturally, without sensing anything amiss.

Perhaps it was the old man's voice and tone that made it difficult to refuse his questions.

"Hey, brother wants to become a 'partner of justice'?"

Ilya, on the other hand, seemed quite surprised, with an expression that showed she hadn't expected this at all.

"Don't laugh at me, Ilya. Well, I know this idea sounds childish."

Emiya Shirou scratched his head, blushing slightly as he spoke.

"However, I truly and sincerely want to become that kind of person. The repetitive training I do every day is also preparation for that process."

At the end, Shirou Emiya chuckled softly, his expression gentle.

"Is that so? Although it is a heretical belief that is as fleeting as a bubble, we can acknowledge its tenacity and resilience."

The old man's expression remained unchanged, and he spoke in a calm tone.

"I hope that one day in the future you will not regret this wish. Those who pursue bubbles will inevitably suffer after the bubbles burst. If, when that moment comes, you still have the strength to seek liberation, call upon my name, and I will cut off your head."

"Oh, is that so?"

Although he didn't know what the old man was saying, Shirou Emiya instinctively felt a chill run down his neck.

"Let's leave it at that. I came here simply to thank this girl for her kindness in not letting my foolish disciple's body be left to rot in the wilderness."

To their surprise, the old man's gaze immediately turned to Ilya, and his tone and attitude instantly softened.

"Oh, are you talking about Sister Xin?"

After a moment of confusion, Ilya quickly realized who the old man was talking about.

"Then, grandpa, are you Sister Xin's family?"

"..."

There was no response; the old man simply stood up calmly. It was then that Shirou Emiya noticed the old man's considerable height and imposing stature. He turned his head, gazing towards the distant horizon. Then, he spoke softly:

"The time has come. It is time to ring the bell, to cut off the head, and for me to set off."

Then, he lowered his head, looked at the two bewildered children in front of him, and said in a tone that was both gentle and stern:

"You are all destined by Heaven to shine in this world. Never lose your true self, never abandon your original aspirations. This is the foundation of humanity, and it is the most precious thing to you."

The next moment, as if suddenly awakened, Shirou Emiya abruptly opened his eyes, looking somewhat bewildered at the bustling street before him. Beside him, Illya also opened her eyes with a puzzled expression. The two children, one big and one small, sat hand in hand on a bench by the street, blankly wondering what had happened.

Almost simultaneously, the car that Kiritsugu Emiya had been in earlier was now full of people. Kiritsugu Emiya and Ryougi Shiki in the front seat, Li Cheng and Rin Tohsaka in the back seat, and Touma Kamijou in the corner—all the official members of Team Six were driving the car out of the city, towards an abandoned factory in a forest on the outskirts of the city.

"Cheng, are you sure the direction is correct?"

Kiritsugu Emiya drove his car, smashed through a rusty roadblock, and shouted without turning his head.

"Absolutely right, this is the place!"