I, Wang Ha, the Three Red Unparalleled Assassin

"Come on! You lunar scum!!"

Without hesitation, Himari unleashed the power of her bloodline, unleashing her strongest form. She resembled a demon, with sharp teeth gleaming at the corners of her mouth and sharp claws extending from her hands.

"As long as I'm not completely dead, you're not taking another step forward!!!"

The Moon Sage, a deity, chuckled and drew a pair of swords, one long and one short, from his waist, parrying Himari's frantic grabs.

In an instant, the air was filled with flashes of blades and claws.

The sharp whistling sound of tearing through the air mingled with the metallic clang of blades clashing, sparks flying everywhere, demonstrating the intense intensity of the battle.

As Himari's attention shifted and focused, the Lunarians and Moon Rabbits, who had been frozen in place by shock, gradually regained their mobility and glanced fearfully at the two powerful figures in mid-air, whose afterimages they could barely see.

Firearms are extremely lethal against creatures below the level of high-level demons, but they don't have a significant advantage against powerful demons.

Unless a triangular machine gun position is set up in advance to lure the great monsters into an encirclement and suppress them with a hail of bullets, it might be possible to kill those great monsters that have just advanced in rank.

Of course, if more advanced and powerful weapons and equipment could be used, even a great demon would not be able to withstand the absolute crushing force of the attack.

After all, there are no fundamental rules in this world where low-level mysticism is ineffective in the face of high-level mysticism; people still have to follow basic physical rules when they fight.

The old man of the mountain was able to withstand the heat weapons entirely because of his own formidable strength. It seems that even Gawain's Noble Phantasm, which was at three times its normal strength during the day, could not penetrate his defenses.

If we do a rough calculation, we'd probably need something like a laser weapon or an electromagnetic cannon to make it effective.

The fear of death enveloped the entire Heian-kyo. Ordinary people were killed instantly by the aftershocks of the battle, while most powerful warriors did not care about damaging their surroundings when fighting.

After all, the opponents he faced were all equally matched, and if he held back and didn't go all out, he might die very quickly.

Fujiwara no Hitoshi, carrying Fujiwara no Mokou, rushed to his wife's room where she was recuperating. Hearing the loud noise outside, Fujiwara no Mokou forced herself to get up, her body still weak.

"Husband, you should take Meihong and escape first. Don't worry about me; I'll only be a burden to you."

Despite what Lady Fujiwara said, Fujiwara no Fuhito showed no intention of listening.

After setting down Mokou from his arms, he stepped forward and swept Lady Fujiwara up in his arms, reprimanding her with a very stern expression:

"What nonsense are you talking about? If we're going to leave, let's leave together. Do you think I, Fujiwara no Hitoshi, am a coward who would abandon my wife and flee alone?"

Although Lady Fujiwara was deeply moved, reason told her that if things continued this way, none of the three of them would survive.

Concerned for the safety of Fujiwara no Hibiki and his family, Himari forcefully knocked the Moon Sage away and used the recoil to quickly streak across the sky to the backyard of the mansion.

"Mr. Fujiwara, the enemy outnumbers us and I don't know how long I can hold them off. You should leave through the back door as soon as possible."

Seeing Himari, whose clothes were torn and tattered and whose face was covered in blood, Fujiwara no Fuhito and Lady Fujiwara exchanged a glance.

Their tacit understanding over more than a decade allowed them to immediately comprehend each other's meaning and make a decision without hesitation, reaching a consensus.

"Miss Himari, thank you for your help during this time."

Fujiwara no Hitoshi first stuffed something into his wife's hand, then pulled the still-crying Fujiwara no Mokou to Himari's side.

"But we are just ordinary people. Now that there is great chaos in Heian-kyo, we cannot even protect ourselves."

Fujiwara no Fuhito bowed deeply to Himari, his eyes filled with a resolute expression, and his words were clear and unambiguous.

"So, I'm entrusting Mokou to you. I implore Miss Himari to ensure her safety. Please!!"

Before Himari could answer, Fujiwara no Mokou started making a fuss, tightly hugging Fujiwara no Hibi's waist and refusing to let go.

"No! No!! I want to be with Father and Mother, waaaaah~"

Fujiwara no Hitoshi glanced down at Fujiwara no Mokou in his arms, his expression filled with affection, and then without hesitation, raised his hand and delivered a karate chop to the back of his daughter's neck.

Fujiwara no Fuhito quickly pushed the unconscious Mokou into Himari's arms, then retreated a few steps back to his wife's side, and the two of them simultaneously drank the poison they were holding.

The two leaned against each other, their faces bearing smiles of resignation to their fate, their faint, almost imperceptible voices still echoing in the empty room.

"Himari, Himari-san, please..."

Himari gritted her teeth, stomped her foot hard, took one last look at the already dead Fujiwara couple, picked up Fujiwara no Mokou, turned around and jumped and ran towards the back door.

"No! Father!! Mother!!"

At dawn, a scream startled the servants who were working early in the Fujiwara household, and the incident was quickly reported to Fujiwara no Fuhito.

Wearing a robe, Fujiwara no Hitoshi hurried to Fujiwara no Mokou's room and pushed the door open. He saw his beloved daughter lying on the bed, her face pale, constantly shouting and yelling, as if she had been terribly frightened.

He quickly sat down by the bedside, took Fujiwara no Mokou's hand, and murmured softly to soothe her.

Feeling the familiar warmth, Fujiwara no Mokou calmed down and opened her tear-stained, red eyes to see Fujiwara no Fuhito's face.

"Father!"

Fujiwara no Mokou sat up and hugged Fujiwara no Fuhito tightly, as if trying to feel the other's actual presence, her emotions somewhat agitated.

"You, you're still alive, Father! You, you're still alive!!"

Seeing this, Fujiwara no Fuhito also embraced Fujiwara no Mokou, gently patting his daughter's back and softly saying:

"What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare? Tell me about it and you won't be scared anymore."

Fujiwara no Mokou looked around and found that everything was normal and no terrible tragedy had occurred, but the scene in her memory was too real.

"I...I dreamt that a group of evil people suddenly came to our door and killed people indiscriminately. My father and mother were also killed..."

Seeing that his daughter was indeed terrified, Fujiwara no Fuhito quickly comforted her.

"Oh, it's nothing, it's nothing. My dear, it was just a dream. Look, I'm perfectly fine now, aren't I? Your mother is too, she just hasn't gotten up yet."

Chapter 137 Eternal Pavilion

After calming Fujiwara no Mokou down, Fujiwara no Hiroshi left in a hurry, quickly changing his clothes and having some breakfast before heading to the morning court.

Fujiwara no Mokou, lying in bed staring at the ceiling, unconsciously closed her eyes again and took a very deep nap. She looked very relaxed, and her breathing was very rhythmic and gentle.

When I woke up, the sun was already high in the sky.

Fujiwara no Mokou's energy and spirits had improved considerably. Her previously pale face had become rosy, and she sat on the bed, stretching lazily and letting out a long yawn.

After putting on the rather cumbersome and troublesome ancient costume, Fujiwara no Mokou pushed open the door and stepped into the courtyard. While looking around at the familiar scenery, she took a deep breath of fresh air.

The Fujiwara residence was indeed still the same Fujiwara residence, without the slightest difference from before. Even the little things that Fujiwara no Mokou had hidden in the courtyard while playing were still safely in their original places, without moving an inch.

"Could it really have been a dream? But can dreams really be so real? It felt like I had actually experienced it myself."

Unable to determine the truth of the matter, Fujiwara no Mokou searched the entire Fujiwara residence and eventually arrived at Fujiwara no Fuhito's study, where Fujiwara no Fuhito, who had already returned from court, was diligently copying calligraphy.

"Oh, it's Mokou. How are you? The housekeeper said you took another nap after that. Did you have any more nightmares?"

Fujiwara no Hiroshi hugged Fujiwara no Mokou tightly and sat down in a chair. He asked her with concern on his face, and took a piece of sweets from the table and put it in his daughter's hand.

"It's alright, Father, but I have a few questions to ask."

Fujiwara no Mokou took the snacks and then realized that she hadn't eaten yet, so she took a couple of bites of the snacks before answering.

When asked by his daughter, Fujiwara no Fuhito naturally did not refuse. Except for a few confidential matters, he was not stingy in sharing everything he knew.

"Did we have any guests at our house recently? They were brought by Hieda Arie, a youkai named Himari, and another very beautiful woman named Suzuki Take."

Fujiwara no Fuhito frowned upon hearing this, as if the description sounded somewhat familiar, but he couldn't find any trace of it in his memory, as if he were looking at flowers through a fog.

"No, we haven't had many guests at our residence recently. Even Ali hasn't come to visit me for tea or chess more than a few times."

"Really? Has His Majesty the Emperor recently held a wedding ceremony to marry a very beautiful young lady?"

"Mokou, are you asking about Princess Kaguya? Ah, let bygones be bygones."

As Fujiwara no Fuhito spoke, he recalled Emperor Monmu, who looked much more haggard during the morning court session, and the four vacant seats among His Highness's ministers.

"How could mortals on earth possibly aspire to be goddesses and fairies in the heavens?"

"Princess Kaguya-hime? Not Sister Suzuki Take."

Fujiwara no Mokou believed that her father would not lie to her about such trivial matters, so could it be that she had accidentally confused her dream with reality?

Knowing she wouldn't get any more answers here, Fujiwara no Mokou didn't ask any more questions. Instead, she kept all her doubts to herself and planned to explore the truth slowly later.

The bamboo forest, hundreds of miles away from Heian-kyo, is now deserted, with no sign of the people or the bamboo houses that were once built. It's as if they never existed at all.

On the border of the Eastern Kingdom, in a secluded, verdant bamboo forest far from the hustle and bustle of the world, a house bearing the plaque "Eternal Pavilion" appeared out of nowhere overnight.

It was after repairing the collapse of human history that the old man of the mountain and his companions erased all traces overnight and left.

A teleportation spell can move the entire house away; moving is that convenient, quick, and effortless.

In order to prevent anyone from trespassing into the bamboo forest and arriving at Eientei, Yagokoro Eirin specially arranged several layers of ever-changing illusionary mazes based on the entire bamboo forest, and also had Houraisan Kaguya cast the power of eternity upon the forest.

Life returned to normal, and the small bamboo house regained its former tranquility.

The old man of the mountain still goes out every day to fish and hunt, hoping to find someone whose evening bell is ringing so he can take them home as food.

Himari was still in charge of all the food and daily life, and she diligently cleaned Eientei every day, showing no trace of the majesty of a top-tier great yokai.

Kaguya Houraisan, like a refined lady, would read books, arrange flowers, and use her skillful tea ceremony to entertain others, or perhaps prepare herself for torture before going to play a couple of games of Go with the old man of the mountain.

After completing her research lab, Yagokoro Eirin decided to fulfill her promise to go to Heian-kyo to practice medicine.

Of course, the level of medical care she was prepared to provide was equivalent to the highest medical standards of the present era. At most, the reference point was not Japan, but the prosperous Tang Dynasty across the sea.

Even so, the residents of Heian-kyo can be said to have made a huge profit, after all, the person with the highest level of medical skills in the Tang Dynasty recently was the 'Medicine King' Sun Simiao.

The medicines prepared are all high-quality products without any side effects. I wouldn't dare claim they can cure the disease instantly, but they certainly won't make things worse like those treated by unscrupulous quacks.

Having made all the necessary preparations, Eirin Yagokoro embarked on her journey, while the kind-hearted Himari offered to go along to help, also hoping to learn some useful medical techniques.

Eirin Yagokoro, for both reason and emotion, did not hide anything from Himeko and taught her a lot about medicine and pharmacology along the way.

After many twists and turns, the Eastern world has finally returned to order and peace, while in the faraway world of the Type-Moon Community...

Gilgamesh, who was chairing the meeting, raised a new topic—how to quickly and effectively find the long-lost Old Man of the Mountain.

Since the Old Man of the Mountain was accidentally teleported away by a prank by the Halloween Queen, Gilgamesh, who stepped in at the last minute, worked tirelessly and painstakingly to perfectly complete the initial launch of the Type-Moon community, guiding its development onto the right track.

As more and more workaholics succumb to overwork due to the pressure of the inhibitory force, Gilgamesh's burden has finally lightened considerably.

This finally gave him time to rest and take good care of his liver and hair, even though as a Heroic Spirit, he theoretically shouldn't experience hair loss or be overworked to death.

Then, Gilgamesh, having freed up his energy, finally had time to consider finding the lost Old Man of the Mountain.

After all, the Mountain Elder is one of the most powerful forces in the entire Type-Moon community, and he also has a pure-blooded dragon of similar strength as his companion.

Whether as a deterrent weapon or for participation in large-scale, high-level blessing games, the existence of the Old Man of the Mountain is extremely important.

All the Heroic Spirits unanimously approved Gilgamesh's proposal, and remarkably, none of them deliberately expressed opinions contrary to their opponents due to personal grudges.