I am a Type-Moon comic artist!

"Haha, it's getting late, so let's finish this quickly so we can go to Disneyland sooner, right? Didn't you want to see the difference between Disneyland in France and Disneyland in Japan?"

"Yes~"

Chapter Seventeen: The Magician Killer

In London, England, in a deliberately dimly lit room, a person whose face is obscured sits in the shadows.

"Sir, are we enough people?"

A man was kneeling in front of them, saying something.

"not enough."

The person whose face was obscured said, "If you want our god to descend, the number of sacrifices is not enough; you also need ten young boys and girls."

“Yes, I understand, Your Excellency,” the man said. The man in front of him possessed strange abilities... It was said that he was a magician, and it was also rumored that he was a messenger of God, but they most often called him “Your Excellency, Your Excellency.”

......

"The London missing persons case..." A man named Kiritsugu Emiya muttered to himself as he looked at the newspaper in front of him in the inn. "All the missing people are boys and girls under the age of fifteen... But, it has nothing to do with me."

If it were my past self, I would definitely rush up and kill these human traffickers now.

However, he doesn't have that time now. The Holy Grail War in Fuyuki, Japan, is still several years away, and he has been preparing and gathering intelligence since before that.

Although he had support from people inside the clock tower and from the Einzbern family behind him, there were some intelligence he still had to gather himself!

"It's almost time."

Standing up, Kiritsugu Emiya placed the newspaper on the table and slowly walked towards the door. Then... he clenched his fist and turned back to look at the newspaper on the table...

"It'll be soon... three more years!"

Three years from now, I will definitely obtain the Holy Grail, and when that time comes... after my wish is fulfilled, events like this will never exist in this world again!

He...is going to save the world!

Having reaffirmed his resolve once more, Kiritsugu Emiya stepped outside.

......

"We're here... so this is the British Museum..." Kurokawa Kazuya exclaimed. "It's so great that we can take pictures..."

"Onii-chan, let's go." Kazumi said with a smile, holding Kurokawa Kazuya's hand and looking around.

"Ah, let's go in." With that, the two went inside, beginning their first day of travel.

......

After a day of travel, his younger sister was tired and went back to the hotel to rest. Kurokawa Kazuya, on the other hand, went out for a walk to see London in this era.

"Hmm? That man..." Kurokawa Kazuya paused slightly. This person... looks somewhat familiar. Could it be... Hmm, in that case, let's go take a look.

“It’s almost time…” Kiritsugu Emiya glanced at the time.

The person who was supposed to deliver the information hasn't arrived yet; looks like he's been stood up today...

"Wait a moment, sir." Just then, a young man walked up to him and sat down, looking at Kiritsugu Emiya who was about to stand up, and said, "Sir... could you tell me your name?"

"Hmm? What is it?"

Kiritsugu Emiya frowned, one hand reaching under his clothes... It seemed the person in front of him didn't want him to leave. There were quite a few people around; he probably wouldn't make a move. However, just in case... if anything unexpected happened...

"Well, I'm a manga artist named Kazuya Kurokawa. I'm here in England for tourism and also to gather inspiration. I felt a spark of inspiration for my manga in you... Can we chat for a bit?"

"Are you Japanese?" Kiritsugu Emiya frowned, and while drawing Kazuya Kurokawa's attention, he released the safety of the pistol hidden in his clothes.

"Oh, you too?" Kurokawa Kazuya said with some surprise. The two had been speaking in English until Emiya Kiritsugu switched to Japanese, so Kurokawa Kazuya had been speaking in Japanese as well.

"This is my business card."

Kurokawa Kazuya took out a business card, placed it on the table, and then put both hands on the table and said.

Kiritsugu Emiya frowned slightly, and instead of using his hands, he used the coffee cup next to him to rotate the business card: "Sorry, I'm a bit of a germaphobe."

"Oh, it's okay."

Kiritsugu Emiya nodded, glancing casually at the business card, but his attention remained mostly on the person in front of him.

Indeed, there was no magic to be felt from the person in front of him, but—he was a magic assassin himself, and he knew quite a few people like that.

Besides, who knows if he's some kind of master magician who can hide his magic... We can't be careless.

The gun loaded with Origin Bullets was in the backpack at his feet...

In Britain, the home of magicians, it's impossible not to carry one's most powerful magical artifact with them at all times...

Just like now, even a business card like this might have some kind of magic formula on it, and touching it with a coffee cup can help avoid that to some extent.

Although he was a magician, he wasn't particularly skilled at complex spells.

While Kiritsugu Emiya was making his judgment, Kazuya Kurokawa was also trying to ascertain the true nature of this man...

Is it true or not...?

"Hmm, I see. So, what do you want to ask?" As he spoke, Kiritsugu Emiya gradually lowered his guard... Indeed, he couldn't sense any magical fluctuations from this man, so he wasn't hiding anything.

In that case, there are only three possibilities: one—they are so powerful that one's own vigilance is meaningless.

Second, they are so weak that they don't need to be on guard themselves.

Third, he is not a magician at all, but just as he said, an ordinary person.

Given the current situation, the third possibility is more likely, and regardless of which possibility it is, there is no need to remain on guard.

"Hmm... As you can see, I'm a cartoonist, and what a cartoonist lacks most is a story... Just from this distance, I'm quite certain that you're someone with a story, so I'd like to hear your story, is that alright...?"

"Hoo..." Kiritsugu Emiya exhaled and said, "Is that so... Well then, let me say a little bit..."

Perhaps it was to vent, or perhaps for some other reason... Kiritsugu Emiya himself didn't know why... but he was about to start talking about his past.

“My name is Emiya Kiritsugu… Hmm? What? Have you heard of me?” Emiya Kiritsugu looked at Kurokawa Kazuya’s expression and became wary once again!

Although... Kurokawa Kazuya was trying his best to suppress his expression, there was still a moment when his pupils shrank slightly.

Is this person really Kiritsugu Emiya?

Then, in that instant—Emiya Kiritsugu discovered it, discovered it by this vigilant assassin!

Two thoughts flashed through Kurokawa Kazuya's mind in that instant—

1. Is there an unknown underworld in this world?

Second, this guy is starting to get wary!

Chapter Eighteen Human Trafficking

"Knock knock—Are you there, Mr. Kurokawa...?"

The constant knocking woke Kurokawa Kazumi from her sleep.

"Who?"

Rubbing her eyes, she said with dissatisfaction, knowing that her brother had gone out. Besides... the people at the door were speaking English... she couldn't understand much.

"Excuse me, I'm a hotel employee. Could you please come and receive a package for Mr. Kurokawa?"

"What is he saying..." Kurokawa Kazumi muttered to herself, walked to the door... but did not open it. Instead, she checked the door lock repeatedly to make sure it was secure, and also locked the chain next to it.

Looking at the dressing table beside her, and then at her own small frame, she sighed softly.

It won't budge...

"Never mind, I'll just call my brother."

After saying something softly, Kurokawa Kazumi picked up the phone on the bedside table and dialed Kurokawa Kazuya's number.

Kurokawa Kazuya and she had said—

When you're out and about, don't trust anyone except your own brother! No matter what others say, never open the door unless he comes back and opens it himself! No matter the reason—

If you can't judge the situation, call your brother. Don't chat with strangers. Don't listen to anything they say. They are all enemies and want to harm you. Just think of it that way!

As an obedient younger sister, she believed what her brother said and thought it was true. Therefore, apart from the people her brother introduced her to and the people she knew, it was impossible for anyone to talk to her!

She will only refuse.

Of course... there's a second part to what my brother said—if you believe you can absolutely defeat the other person on every level, then it doesn't matter.

Now, she felt she was no match for them. The people outside the door were adults, constantly speaking in incomprehensible languages. Although she couldn't be sure of their purpose, treating them as enemies was perfectly reasonable.

Beep beep beep————

The call has been made!

the other side.

Kurokawa Kazuya and Emiya Kiritsugu found themselves in an awkward situation.

Kurokawa Kazuya didn't know what to say... Emiya Kiritsugu, on the other hand, was wary of this person.

Indeed, he may not be a magician, but Kiritsugu Emiya is not only famous in the world of magicians, but also in the world of assassins.

He accepted countless missions that other assassins were unable to complete.

So it's not impossible that this magician killer has offended someone, although... this person looks very amateurish and doesn't seem to have any bloodthirstiness or murderous intent.

Perhaps things like murderous intent are somewhat abstract and intangible to others, but Kiritsugu Emiya has experienced them firsthand countless times.

It felt like being stared at by a snake, a sensation that sent shivers down your spine... That was unmistakably murderous intent, but you couldn't sense anything similar from the person in front of you.

but...

He didn't know why, but he was certain of one thing—

He figured something out based on his intuition...

Something's off about this person!

"Beep beep beep—" Just then, the phone rang.