I, Wang Ha, the Three Red Unparalleled Assassin

Upon hearing this, Tokiomi Tohsaka immediately increased his bow from thirty degrees to sixty degrees, turning it into a perfect right angle, without the slightest hesitation.

"I am so sorry, my King of Kings."

Normally, a Heroic Spirit summoned as a Servant should show a certain degree of respect to their Master, but Tokiomi Tohsaka did not hesitate to show the most respectful attitude to the Servant he summoned, even treating him with the courtesy due to a subject.

This is not only because Gilgamesh is the legendary Hero King, but also because of Tokiomi Tohsaka's own ideals.

Tokiomi Tohsaka is a man who embodies the elegance of the Tohsaka family most thoroughly, because he himself is the heir to noble blood, and he is proud of his superior lineage.

Gilgamesh was a demigod-king who ruled ancient Mesopotamia. In terms of both status and lineage, he was many levels above Tokiomi Tohsaka.

Therefore, out of the belief that one should maintain respect for noble beings, Tokiomi Tohsaka was able to set aside his dignity as a Master without any psychological burden.

Even if one possesses a Command Seal that can forcibly command a Servant, or signs a master-servant contract with the help of the Holy Grail, it cannot overturn the original hierarchy of nobility and rank.

Unless Tokiomi Tohsaka is able to abandon the beliefs he has upheld for three or four decades, which is clearly impossible.

"Everything I asked Your Majesty to do tonight was to proclaim Your Majesty's power. I believe that those who have witnessed the heroic figure of the 'Hero King' tonight will surely fall silent and dare not harbor any wicked thoughts."

"Well, that's a plausible reason."

Gilgamesh was clearly aware of Tokiomi Tohsaka's plan.

Although I find it quite distasteful, it's not unreasonable to ask him to cooperate a little as part of the entertainment, out of respect for his status as a subject.

The King of Heroes knew that such a respectful yet humble attitude as Tokiomi Tohsaka was rare in this day and age.

As the King of Heroes, he could understand this.

After all, as a king, he was not someone who couldn't distinguish right from wrong; he had his own principles for everything he did and he always adhered to them.

Gilgamesh was willing to show the utmost leniency to warriors he admired, and while Tokiomi Tohsaka might not reach that level, he was still willing to bestow some favors upon him before he grew tired of him.

"Therefore, Your Majesty, please wait a moment. Let those unknown newcomers fight and compete to see who is truly worthy of Your Majesty's personal punishment."

Tokiomi Tohsaka tried to decipher Gilgamesh's changing thoughts, and his approach was clearly correct. The ambitious King of Heroes greatly appreciated his words.

"Very well, then let's while away the boring wait with a walk. This era is quite interesting, and I'd like to take a stroll around."

Upon hearing Gilgamesh's words, Tokiomi Tohsaka felt a sudden headache coming on. The Servant he had summoned was indeed supposed to be the strongest in this Holy Grail War. (King Hassan: ???)

However, Tokiomi Tohsaka did not expect that the King of Heroes would be so lively and active, and that he would go wherever he wanted without ever telling him where he went.

Faced with Gilgamesh's ability to act independently, Tokiomi Tohsaka could only swallow his bitter pill, wishing that he hadn't summoned an Archer-class Hero King. (A certain Caster-class Gilgamesh sneezed in Valhalla.)

Do you like this modern world?

"It's an irredeemable ugliness, but whatever. What I care about is whether there are any treasures in this world worth keeping in a treasure trove."

Gilgamesh glanced at Tokiomi Tohsaka, who was still standing at a 90-degree angle, with his crimson serpentine eyes, and his cold voice rang out.

"If it is not discovered in the end, then you, Tokiomi, may not be able to bear the responsibility for summoning me without authorization."

"Please rest assured, Your Majesty, the Holy Grail, as a legendary artifact, will certainly meet your requirements."

Tokiomi Tohsaka was not intimidated by the King of Heroes' words, which carried a hint of murderous intent. He was willing to do anything to achieve his long-cherished wish of reaching the Vortex of Root.

"We'll have to examine it myself to know for sure. But all the treasures in this world should rightfully belong to me. Anyone who tries to steal them without my permission must be punished."

After saying this, Gilgamesh reverted to his spirit form and disappeared, seemingly off to enjoy himself somewhere else.

Tokiomi Tohsaka listened to the king's speech with utmost respect, maintaining a perfect 90-degree angle until all the excess magical energy in the room dissipated.

Sigh, I wonder if Tokiomi Tohsaka will develop some kind of chronic ailment like a herniated disc after these seven days.

Hopefully, Aoi Tohsaka won't complain about his bad back when the time comes.

Meanwhile, the last participant in the Holy Grail War and his Heroic Spirit appeared, and the Master was a young man who knew nothing about the mystical world.

No, that's not entirely accurate either.

Because a few generations back, about one or two hundred years ago, the Yusheng clan still possessed a tradition of magic.

However, due to the deterioration of their bloodline, the magical circuits in their descendants' bodies became increasingly scarce, and by modern times, the lineage had been completely severed.

This lucky descendant of the Amuro family, who happened to be in Fuyuki City and was missing one last participant in the Holy Grail War, had his magic circuits opened by the Holy Grail and was granted a Command Seal.

On the surface, Ryunosuke Uryu is a young man in his early twenties who supports himself by working part-time jobs. However, in reality, he is a serial killer who has committed more than thirty crimes in various parts of Japan.

Ryunosuke Uryu did not kill simply because he enjoyed killing. He believed that he was pursuing art, exploring his understanding of 'death,' and searching for that most brilliant crimson color.

The fresh blood gushing from the artery, the temperature of an organ in the abdominal cavity that could be felt by hand, the pain the victim felt before death, and the desperate cries before dying—nothing could make Ryunosuke Uryu more happy than this.

The reason why he came to Fuyuki, this inconspicuous little city, is that Ryunosuke Uryu has found a new passion.

Having committed over thirty crimes, Ryunosuke Uryu had tried various methods to kill people, and the frequent crimes left him feeling bored and restless.

In order to return to the beginning and rediscover that feeling from before, Ryunosuke Uryu returned to his hometown, which he had left five years ago, and accidentally found a tattered, handwritten ancient book in his home.

Although the things recorded above are absurd and even seem like nonsense, they rekindled Ryunosuke Uryu's passion.

According to the ancient texts, Ryunosuke Uryu arrived in Fuyuki City and resumed his hunt.

Ryunosuke Uryu has committed three murders in Fuyuki City so far, and this is his fourth.

Given Ryunosuke Amusei's caution and prudence, he would never have committed murders in the same city repeatedly.

However, he is now fascinated by and finds the practice of killing people in rituals according to the metaphysics recorded in ancient books very cool.

This ritualistic killing, which he had never experienced before, completely captivated Ryunosuke.

He was eager to complete the ritual, so learning from the failures of the previous three attempts where even drawing the magic circle wasn't enough blood, Ryunosuke Uryuu chose to target a family of four this time.

He killed his sleeping parents and eldest daughter, bled them dry, and left the youngest boy in the family tied up and thrown aside. Then, Ryunosuke Uryu began drawing a magic circle in the living room.

Based on the experience gained from the previous three practice sessions, Ryunosuke Uryu successfully drew a perfect magic circle on his first try tonight, which made him very satisfied.

The moment the magic circle was completed, Ryunosuke Uryu felt a sudden pain on the back of his hand, as a tattoo-like pattern was etched onto his skin.

"What, what is this?!"

A gust of air blew up inside the enclosed room, and a violent whirlwind erupted from the magic circle, turning the entire living room into a mess.

Under Ryunosuke Uryu's incredulous gaze, the magic circle on the ground emitted an unexpected flash of light, something completely beyond his expectations.

But Ryunosuke Uryu wasn't afraid; instead, he was excited and curious, eagerly anticipating what would happen next.

An invisible force passed through Ryunosuke Uryu's body, giving him an extreme feeling as if he were being electrocuted by a high-voltage current.

The magic circuit, which had been passed down through generations of the Yuyu clan, was finally revived in Yuyu Ryunosuke.

Before Ryunosuke Amusei could even chant the summoning incantation as recorded in the ancient text, a strangely dressed man emerged from the magic circle shrouded in thick smoke.

He was a man with large, protruding eyes like goldfish and a slightly hunched back. He asked in a voice that sounded a bit like a quacking duck.

"Tell me! You who call upon my name, who seek my body, who commanded me to reside in the Caster class and manifest myself in the world, I now ask your name! Who are you?"

"Um, I am Ryunosuke Uryu, a freelancer whose hobby is murder. Nice to meet you."

Ryunosuke Uryu was surprised to find that the person who emerged from the magic circle was an ordinary-looking person. He had expected it to be some kind of monster, but he still pointed to the little boy next to him who was tied up like a dumpling and asked.

"So, you're the demon? Then what should we do with this? It was prepared for you, are you going to eat it?"

Caster glanced around, followed the direction Ryunosuke Uryu pointed, took two steps forward, untied the little boy, helped him up, and smiled as he patted the boy's head.

"Leave here quickly, and forget what happened today. You will find peace."

As Ryunosuke Uryu watched the surviving little boy run frantically out of the living room, wondering if all demons were so kind, he then heard terrified screams and shrill cries coming from the hallway.

Through the shadow cast by the glass door, Ryunosuke Uryu saw some kind of monstrous creature extend its tentacles, pierce through the little boy's body, and, while he was still breathing, put him into a mouth full of sharp teeth and began to chew him up.

Blood splattered everywhere in the corridor, and the cracking sound of bones breaking was chilling.

"Ryunosuke, it's not good to just give him despair. The best art is to give him a glimmer of hope for life and then plunge him into the abyss of death in an instant!" Caster taught him earnestly, like a mentor.

Ryunosuke Uryu snapped out of his daze, gave a thumbs-up, and burst into an excited cheer: "COOL!"

Chapter Twelve: I am the one who serves the Supreme Being.

Fuyuki City, Matou House.

The figure of the Mountain Elder appeared silently at the door of the house, accompanied by a few wisps of eerie blue ghost fire.

Since he did not truly die, he could not become a spirit, so he still needed to use the door when entering and leaving the house.

Of course, you could also use a greatsword to directly demolish the wall, but that's something you do when you're assassinating someone.

Old Man Shan wouldn't resort to such violence when it came to his own stronghold.

It was past 2 a.m., and while I was out for a walk tonight, I unexpectedly witnessed the first battle of the Holy Grail War.

No, it wasn't even a battle; it was more of a farce.

"It seems that if I have the chance, I should go and have a good chat with the old men in the mountains from all generations. What a bunch of fools who have disgraced me."

It's a pity that he was assigned the Berserker class this time, otherwise I really wanted to let the other six Servants experience the splendor of unparalleled assassination techniques.

Wang Hassan pondered for a moment, then reached out and pushed open the door in front of him. A small figure in pajamas appeared before him, as if waiting for his return.

Seeing Matou Sakura sitting on the porch with her knees drawn up to her chest, looking swaying from exhaustion, the old man of the mountain stepped forward and asked slowly, "Contractor, are you not yet asleep?"

"Ah, Grandpa, you're back."

Startled awake, Matou Sakura rubbed her eyes with her little hands, got up from the ground, and hugged the old man's arm. Her little face was filled with a happy smile, and her purple eyes curved into crescent moons.

"Yes, don't worry, contractor."

The old man of the mountain gently patted Sakura's head with his left hand to comfort her. He could feel the little one's attachment to him, as if only in this way could she feel safe.

This is normal. After all, he had just experienced something terrible the day before yesterday, and the lingering psychological trauma can only be washed away and worn away by time.

"Go and rest. I will always be by your side."

Matou Sakura nodded upon hearing this, but then stood there looking hesitant, her small hands clutching the hem of her nightgown, as if she were struggling with something.

"Contractors, there's no need to hold back; just speak your mind."

With King Hassan's kind encouragement, Matou Sakura finally spoke up about her concerns.

"Grandpa, there's no food left at home. Last night, I washed and ate the last two big radishes..."

Upon hearing Matou Sakura's hesitant words, the old man of the mountain realized the problem he had inadvertently overlooked.

Food and drink – how long has this word been forgotten?

The old man of the mountain couldn't even remember when he last ate, or what he ate, because it was too long ago.