Shirou, who returned from the Fairy Kingdom

Shirou asked, puzzled, "What's wrong with you today? Machiri, you're acting strange."

"Hehehe, Master, actually it's like this."

Ms. Avalon leaned close to the boy's ear and whispered happily:

"Because a version of me that is both excellent and perfect, both beautiful and genius has appeared, Mr. Machiri feels that he has no place to use his talents and is throwing a tantrum."

"Is that so, sir?"

"certainly not!"

"Don't be shy, Mr. Machiri."

"I already said no!"

The little yellow duck hummed, "In short, our top priority right now should be to form an alliance and choose suitable allies to fight the remaining enemies, rather than letting the little devils fight the enemy."

Shirou said, "That's true, but who would want to form an alliance with us?"

Ms. Avalon said with a smile, "Hehe, I think there will be many girls willing to form an alliance with Master."

Shirou, puzzled, asked, "Why?"

The silver-haired beauty covered her lips, leaving only a meaningful and beautiful smile.

Although you are still young, your "womanly troubles" have already begun to show, my lovely little Master.

Volume 1, Chapter 33: The Murderer's Strange Day

The operational meeting ultimately yielded no results.

Ms. Avalon and Machiri argued back and forth without reaching a reasonable conclusion.

However, they managed to reach a grudging consensus on the need for an alliance.

Machiri suggested that they form an alliance with the Tohsaka family.

With the advantage of playing on home soil and being from a family of elite magicians, Tokiomi Tohsaka is the strongest contender for victory in this Holy Grail War.

Moreover, given that man's character and integrity, even if he loses in the end, he shouldn't be killed.

However, Ms. Avalon had a different opinion.

If you're going to form an alliance, you should choose a faction with similar strength to your own, so you won't be at the mercy of others.

Both sides made valid points, and Shirou, of course, understood the differences in their thinking.

Machiri believes that "survival" is the most important thing, and even if they lose this time, there will be another chance in 60 years.

Ms. Avalon believes that "winning!" is the most important thing. There is no next time. This time, she is determined to win and win until the very end.

Even regarding the deadly side effect of the "Dead Count Shapeshifter," this person casually remarked, "As long as we win in the end, Master can wish for an immortal body~."

Neither side was wrong, but Shirou was the final decision-maker.

Three days later, Shirou arrived at the audio-visual products store in the shopping street.

In the final stages of war preparations, he also planned to purchase some items that might be needed in the Holy Grail War.

After buying what he wanted, Shirou walked home.

Just then, a young man brushed past him...

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Ryunosuke Uryu had an extraordinary fervor for death.

Death is something you can never experience while you're alive.

At the same time, he seems to have an extraordinary ability to distinguish between the real and fake of death.

To him, violent and bloody movies are simply laughable.

Both the plot and the visuals are childish.

You can't experience even a trace of the so-called "essence of death" from these things.

Although one often sees statements that fictional depictions of violence can have a negative impact on teenagers, for Ryunosuke Uryu, these are nothing more than laughable jokes.

If the blood and screams in horror movies were portrayed more realistically, he might not have ended up like this.

Not realistic enough, not realistic enough, not realistic enough!

The color of the blood gushing from the arteries, the temperature of the internal organs felt by hand, and then pulling them all out.

The pain the victim felt before death and the desperate cries of the dying.

Ah... It's so great to be a murderer.

Nothing feels more real than killing someone yourself.

People consider murder a crime, but Ryunosuke Uryu has a strange and unusual thought process.

There are over six billion people on Earth, and millions die every day.

Compared to this number, the number of people he killed was insignificant.

He believed that when he killed someone, he made that person fully aware of the meaning of death.

The information, stimulation, and experience derived from the death of one person are far more meaningful than prolonging a life that is utterly worthless.

I am an artist.

With this belief in mind, Ryunosuke continued to kill people as he traveled to various parts of Japan.

The streets at night are Ryunosuke's hunting grounds, and his prey are completely unaware of his threat until they are captured.

The number of victims under his care has now exceeded thirty, and they have experienced every kind of execution and torture method in human history.

However, even a serial killer like Ryunosuke Uryu has recently fallen into the predicament of lacking novelty.

In order to return to where he started and rediscover that feeling from before, Ryunosuke returned to his hometown, which he had left five years ago.

In the warehouse where his sister (the corpse) was quietly waiting, he pulled out a Chinese-Western book filled with words like "demon," "Satan," and "spirit possession."

Rekindled with passion, Ryunosuke Uryu immediately travels to Fuyuki, the city described in the book as the "Land of Spirit Veins".

Next, preparations for the demonic ritual began.

Sacrifice?

Of course, you should choose a girl or a child!!

Ryunosuke Uryu excitedly strolled around the streets and quickly spotted a target.

No, to be precise, they came to us of their own accord.

As the elementary school boy brushed past him, Ryunosuke Uryu heard him mutter, "It stinks."

Where did this cocky brat come from!

I'm an artist! I shower three times a day, morning, noon, and night, how could I possibly have body odor!

Surely you can't smell the stench of blood on me, can you?

Ryunosuke Uryu stopped and turned to the red-haired boy, warmly inviting him to come and visit at his place.

"Brother, there are some really interesting things there, do you want to come and play?"

"Yes, I want to go."

The red-haired boy agreed without hesitation.

"How stupid," Ryunosuke Uryu thought to himself with a smirk.

And so, he brought the red-haired boy to his "home".

Upon entering the apartment, the boy was so horrified by the stench and the scattered remains of corpses that he was speechless.

That was a family that Uryu Ryunosuke killed for amusement when he first arrived in Fuyuki. A week had passed, and the blood had long since congealed into black.

"Haha! Now you know how powerful I am!"

Ryunosuke Uryu skillfully bound the red-haired boy's hands.

Very well, tonight we'll use you, you arrogant brat, as the living sacrifice for the ritual... Huh?

Ryunosuke Uryu lowered his head in confusion.

Strange, why is there a sword stuck in my chest?

"..."

He suddenly noticed the gaze, looked up, and immediately flew into a rage.

Hey kid! What kind of look is that?!

Don't look at me like that again... By the way, where's your rope?

I clearly tied your hands properly, why...?

Well... a lot of strange things happened today...

It was such a strange day...

“—Boom.”

Ryunosuke Uryuu collapsed silently into a pool of blood.

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"Well……"

When I woke up again, it was pitch black all around me.

"I had a really weird dream, what was it again? Ugh... my head hurts so much~~~"

Ryunosuke Uryu, clutching his head which felt like it was about to split open, groped his way up from the floor in the dark.

Upon closer inspection, the clock on the wall was pointing to twelve o'clock.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no! I need to hurry! I actually slept on the floor for a whole day!"

The ceremony is supposed to be held tonight, and they don't even have time to prepare the human sacrifice!

Ryunosuke Uryu was flustered and began to implement the plan.

"Hahaha, how lucky! There's fresh blood here! Cooloool~!"

The owner of this house had been dead for over a week, yet a large amount of fresh blood appeared; something seemed amiss.

However, Ryunosuke Uryu didn't mind or have any doubts.

No, it's more likely that his brain has become unable to perform "the most basic logical thinking".

The young man drew a summoning circle on the floor with mysterious blood while chanting incantations.

"Close it, close it, close it, close it, close it, close it, repeat four times each time...wait, is it five times? Oh well, never mind..."

The young killer, who was happily enjoying a magical ritual, was about to encounter the greatest event of his life.

However, Ryunosuke Uryu—

The "thing" that was once Ryunosuke Uryu seemed completely unaware that its heart had long since stopped beating and its body temperature had disappeared.

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Volume 1, Chapter 34: What are "ordinary" and "taken for granted"? (6/6)

It was 5:50 p.m. when I walked out of the apartment.

"Big sister, are you there?"

Shirou whispered to the empty space around him.

A response came quickly.