Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Magicians have always been the beasts of the social jungle.

So-called heroic spirits have always been the darlings of their era.

They are not weaklings to be bullied; resistance and plunder are their very nature.

Being tricked by Ainsworth at Mount Enzang, and having even the Holy Grail Drop, which he had worked so hard to obtain, taken away, such humiliation could only be washed away by a clash of blood and fire.

After a brief commotion, Kirei Kotomine pressed his hands together, then stepped down from the podium, tore open a sealed letter, and revealed a piece of paper inside engraved with several runes, which he then showed to the crowd.

"Currently, the coordinates of Ainsworth have been determined; it is located deep in the mountains of Xindu."

A decisive battle? Interesting...

Having been tricked, the magician and the heroic spirits, their hearts burning with anger, exchanged a chilling glance.

"Before that, the Church, as the maintainer of order, could fill in the missing Command Seals for all Masters."

Kirei Kotomine opened the Bible in his hand and began to speak with pleasure.

Upon hearing this, the Masters' remaining worries vanished, and their eyes were filled with an eager impulse.

“Then, if you need to, please follow me into the confessional to complete the secret ritual.”

As Kirei Kotomine pondered, Waver and several other Masters who had used Command Seals entered the inner hall one after another.

Meanwhile, in the corner, Samael watched the figures on the field who were eager to light up as soon as possible, and a happy smile appeared on his lips.

Pandora's ability to command other heroic spirits for her own use is indeed a problem.

Coincidentally, Samael himself is both a player and a referee.

In return, he naturally wanted to bring everyone on board for the Battle of Ainsworth.

A moment later, Kirei Kotomine, along with the Masters who had completed the Command Seals, returned to the church, raising his hands high and cheering with great fervor, like a terrorist about to start a war.

"Everyone, everything is ready. The hunt will begin at dawn!"

Chapter 210 I am Tamamo-no-Mae's dog! (4.5k views)

Kotomine Church.

Under the witness of Father Kirei Kotomine, the Masters and Heroic Spirits formed a temporary covenant and established a united front. After a rough discussion of the attack plan for tomorrow, they either refined their tasks on their own, patrolled the vicinity, or rested inside and outside the church, waiting for the dawn to arrive.

As the night stretched on, Samael, bored out of his mind, yawned and strolled out of the church to ease his recently tense mood.

Unbeknownst to them, they had walked into the dense forest behind them. A gentle breeze caressed their faces, lightly lifting their hair. Samael closed his eyes contentedly, enjoying this moment of peace, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled the rich fragrance carried on the wind.

Among these are the fragrances of earth, the freshness of leaves and branches, the delicate scent of flowers, and... tempura?

In addition... there are also wagashi (Japanese sweets), tonkatsu (fried pork cutlet), miso soup, and tonkotsu ramen?!

The ancient snake, which had been breathing in the fresh air with its eyes closed, opened its eyes in surprise, subconsciously sniffed, its gaze resolute, and its expression strange.

"The tempura uses black tiger shrimp, the hagi mochi is soft and delicious, sweet but not greasy; the fried pork cutlet is fried at just the right temperature, golden and crispy on the outside, while locking in the juices on the inside, neither dry nor tough; the tonkotsu ramen is chewy and smooth, and the broth, simmered over high heat, is rich in color, aroma and flavor..."

In the woods, a clean tablecloth was spread on the open grass. A pink-haired fox spirit, wearing a black bow in her hair and a heavy white Nordic court dress, sat lazily to one side, elegantly and professionally appraising the dazzling array of food in front of her. As the food entered her mouth, her narrow fox eyes on her alluring face narrowed with pleasure, quite satisfied with her carefully cultivated keeper.

"Hmm, tonight's midnight snack tastes pretty good, Amber. Your cooking skills have improved a lot."

"It is thanks to your excellent teaching, Your Highness..."

On the grass, a red-haired girl with short hair, wearing a loose shrine maiden outfit and a white apron around her waist, knelt respectfully before a tablecloth. Her amber-gold eyes sparkled with a hint of liveliness and light. She smiled demurely and bowed slightly.

"She can cook?"

Across from her, the Russian princess, who was gulping down a bowl of tonkotsu ramen, looked up in surprise upon hearing this.

"Cooking? Please don't question my professional skills on such a trivial matter. It's an essential skill for a virtuous wife!"

Koyanskaya rolled her eyes at her partner beside her and gave a haughty snort.

"Yes, compared to Your Highness's culinary skills, my cooking level is nothing to speak of, and there is still much to learn."

Wu Jinghu, who was kneeling beside her, nodded seriously, corroborating Gao Yangska's statement.

"Hmm, Amber is still the best. It was definitely worth raising you guys."

After being showered with praise by her kin, Koyanskaya was overjoyed. Every pore on her body seemed to relax, and she felt incredibly comfortable. Her gaze towards the twin priestesses beside her was filled with satisfaction and gentleness.

Anastasia glanced at the fox spirit beside her, who exuded a lazy aura and was constantly being fed, her face showing suspicion.

"Then why have I never seen it?"

As far as I can remember, this woman never seemed to cook. She always ate what was served, and she was so picky about food that she complained about everything. Coupled with her sharp and sarcastic tongue, almost no chef who applied for a job at NFF headquarters lasted more than three months, not even star chefs.

It wasn't until this girl, who had mastered all the housework skills, grew up, took over the kitchen, and had her own private kitchen, that Koyanskaya finally took pity on NFF and stopped messing around with the cafeteria.

"For whom? For you? Dream on!"

Gao Yangskaya's disdainful gaze swept over her partner's face, chest, waist, and limbs from top to bottom, her expression full of disgust.

"Do you know what wifely power is? Tch, that kind of thing, of course, is done in a small, cozy, sweet little home to reward the husband who has been busy all day at get off work."

As she spoke, Koyanskaya was secretly lost in her fantasy, a hint of longing flickering in her golden eyes.

"So, where is your husband?"

However, the Russian princess, known as the "little devil," picked up a plate of tempura, glanced at the exotic snack, and casually added a fatal blow.

"..."

Suddenly, the vixen who had been beaming and boasting about being a "virtuous wife" was struck by a barrage of attacks, her face stiffening, and she was instantly broken down.

At this moment, noticing Koyanskaya's unusual silence, Anastasia seemed to understand something and looked at her partner with a quiet gaze.

"Hmm? You've said so much? You're still not going to be unwanted?"

"How could that be! Such a strong wifely charm naturally comes from being nurtured and honed through family life!"

Goyanskaya raised her eyebrows and immediately denied it righteously and sternly.

"So, where is your husband?"

"..."

However, the defenses built on such rigid explanations crumbled instantly under the mind-bombardment of the imp Anastasia, who disregarded all defenses.

Koyanskaya, her defenses breached, had veins bulging on her forehead, and a strained smile forced onto her stiff face.

"Can we not bring this up..."

"So, where is your husband?"

Anastasia, having finally caught a scumbag in the act, remained unmoved, her gaze fixed intently on her partner. A hint of malice emanated from the depths of her icy blue eyes, perfectly embodying the ruthlessness of a heartless teammate.

After all, for hundreds of years, this dead fox has never hesitated to rub salt into her wounds or to harass her maliciously.

"He He……"

Caught in a dilemma, Goyanskaya remained silent, her gaze darting away.

"so……"

"...Dead!"

Finally, under Anastasia's relentless pressure, a low growl mixed with sorrow and anger came from Koyanskaya's mouth.

The once radiant fox spirit now had droopy ears, a tearful expression on her face, and her sorrowful golden-red eyes glared coldly at the culprit before her.

"Didn't you want to know? Are you satisfied now?"

"A good reason, but do you think I'd believe it?"

However, Anastasia, who had already been tricked into desensitizing by Koyanskaya, scoffed at this obviously impromptu explanation.

Seemingly provoked, Koyanskaya pulled the twin priestesses beside her and sneered through gritted teeth.

"Okay! Look at them! And then look at me!"

"What, what's wrong?"

Faced with this sudden and intense reaction, Anastasia was slightly taken aback and somewhat confused.

"Look at that face shape! Look at that contour! Look at that eye color! And listen to that accent!"

"Wha, what?"

The princess was stunned for a moment, her gaze sweeping over the three faces squeezed together. Her mind was in turmoil, and she was completely confused.

Koyanskaya grasped the twin priestesses' arms, one on each side, in a low voice.

"Haven't you figured out why I went to all this way to adopt these two children?"

"reason?"

"Because, because amber and jade are his daughters!"

At this moment, seemingly unable to bear it any longer, Koyanskaya suddenly looked up and blurted out a shocking revelation. Her eyes were filled with sorrow, and even her golden pupils glistened with tears.

"hiss……!"

Such a drastic answer shocked even Wu Jingfei, who was usually quiet and reserved and not good at expressing her attitudes and opinions. She gasped and subconsciously asked a follow-up question.

However, before Emerald could speak, she stumbled and fell to the ground.

Amber, the eldest sister, "just in time" raised her hand to help her younger sister up and to the side, while a hand in the darkness quietly covered Emerald's mouth.

"impossible!"

Anastasia, recovering from her shock, shook her head decisively, her face full of disbelief.

One is a fox spirit, the other is a human; one has pink hair, the other has orange hair; how can they be related? Are you kidding me!

"Do not believe?"

Soon, seeing the intense suspicion on Anastasia's face, Koyanskaya raised three fingers together without hesitation and spoke solemnly.

"Very well, I swear by my real name now that Amber and Jade are definitely his long-lost daughters! If I am lying, may I be struck by lightning!"

Hearing this confident declaration, Anastasia stared in astonishment at the still clear night sky.

For heroes, an oath made with their true names is extremely binding and can essentially eliminate the possibility of lies.

Startled, the princess's bewildered gaze unconsciously swept back and forth between the three faces, finding them increasingly similar.

Although the hair color and species are different, Amber's eye color and Koyanskaya's are both unique golden.

Upon closer inspection, the two women even share a certain resemblance with Koyanskaya in their delicate Eastern facial features and standard body shape.

Am I overthinking things?

They really were... mother and daughter!

The princess's gaze swept over the three faces lined up in a row, and the more she looked, the more similar they seemed. The unease and guilt in her eyes gradually accumulated.

However, what Anastasia didn't know was that in the eyes of Europeans and Americans, all Asians seemed to be the same...

"I originally planned to tell my sisters this secret after they came of age and became independent, but I never expected..."

Koyanskaya's gaze was sorrowful and grief-stricken. She embraced Amber and Jade, who were equally dazed and increasingly doubting their own identities, and wept bitterly.

"My dear, you died such a tragic death, leaving us, a widow and her children, to be bullied by others..."

"Hug, sorry..."

At this moment, the princess, who had inadvertently exposed her partner's painful wounds, felt overwhelmed with shame and lowered her head.

Immediately afterwards, Koyanskaya, whose emotions had been building to their peak, couldn't help but feel a deep sorrow as she spoke. She embraced her helpless and disheveled "daughters" in her arms and let out a heart-wrenching wail.

"Samael, how will my daughter and I live without you!"

"puff!"

At the same time, a mouthful of cola sprayed out from the shadows with uncontrollable force, shattering gold and breaking rocks, directly piercing through the plane tree that two people could barely encircle in front of it, and plowing a deep furrow in the grass with undiminished momentum.

"Boom!"

Immediately afterwards, the sycamore tree, which had been blasted with a gaping white hole, snapped in half and crashed to the ground, revealing a figure standing stiffly behind the tree, holding a can of cola, wearing a blue and white hood.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes met, and the atmosphere froze.

"Uh, having a late-night snack? I was just passing by."

A moment later, Samael, who was the first to react, raised the can of cola in his hand, forced a smile on his stiff face, and while trying to excuse himself, quietly turned around and fled the scene.

"You guys continue, I... I won't disturb you."