FATE: As Illya, I was summoned by Kotomine Kirei?!

Chapter 15: We are all abandoned, we are all chaotic evil!

We are all abandoned children, and none of us has the glory of a hero.

Our parents abandoned us and left us behind before we even grew up.

We do not ask for mercy from others, nor do we need our so-called fame to spread throughout the world.

I am not some powerful Heroic Spirit, and you are not a hero unrivaled in the world.

We are the synonym of 'evil,' the ones who wield 'evil' chaos, and we are all children.

We are all dirty moths that are struggling desperately to chase life.

"Hahahaha, hahahahahahahahaha, hahahahahahahaha!"

"Be thankful, you filthy reptiles who only want to die, and fall under the glory bestowed by me! As a declaration of my presence in this Holy Grail War, scare away those scum rats who want to get their hands on my treasure!"

Boom, boom, boom,

 the fourth round of treasure reversal, hundreds of spears and swords polished to perfection broke through the atmosphere and fell towards the blood-stained girl who seemed to have given up resistance and silently grasped the dissipating golden card. It was a dense golden raindrop, a cluster bombardment after losing the protective color of darkness and familiars!

The Golden King laughed loudly with arrogance and presumption. This was absolute self-confidence, absolute confidence in his own strength. He admired heroes but never took any of them seriously. He was indeed arrogant, but he did have the qualifications to crush most of the Servants below the crown.

That's right.

Even though he hadn't fought seriously until now.

Whether it was the mystic code, the collection of A-rank or above Noble Phantasms, or some omniscient skill that could release the True Name of the Noble Phantasm, he did not release them. It was not because the assassin girl was unworthy, but in this world, apart from his best friend, not even the servants demoted by gods were qualified to make him truly want to fight. This was the bottom line as the most ancient king, and he would never allow his pride of joy to be trampled upon.

"You're determined to die…?" The card turned into a black cloak that attached to the girl's scarred skin.

The student's clothes were taken off, and white bandages were wrapped around the palm and wrist of her left hand. Her right hand was wrapped in silk gloves, and black stockings wrapped around her delicate calves and feet. Her ruby-like pupils seemed to be bleeding, and those were pitiful red tear marks, adding a sense of beauty and mystery to her.

Type: Chaos Evil, Anti-Hero.

She was roughly a third-rate Servant, and her compatibility with Illyasviel was so high that she hardly felt any discomfort.

In fact, it doesn't take too long to adapt to the properties of this card.

"Well, it turns out that I am actually a villain."

A cold scalpel and a long dagger appeared in her hands. They were two very heavy blades.

At the same time, the golden waves in the sky seemed to begin to slow down under the reflection of her pupils. It was not that the flow of time slowed down, but that the agility attribute of the Chaos Evil camp Servant who responded to her call was surprisingly high.

Miss Illyasviel stepped on the air and leaped lightly, like a nimble fairy under the moonlight. She drew a silver-white blade in the air and collided with the dense and suffocating group of treasures. She held the sharp blade reversely, and the blade jumped silently like a ghostly shadow.

Ding-ding-ding

 in a flash, the sharp blade lightly stroked the treasures. She was like a composer plucking the strings of a guitar, playing a symphony of guns and swords under this grand night.

She was moving so fast that it was hard to see clearly. She quickly adapted to the attribute power of the servant summoned by the Noble Phantasm. Her adaptability was so fast that even she herself was puzzled. It was as if she was born with some kind of affinity. It was not this power that was pulling her, but this power was integrated into everything about her.

Just like a villain following the leader of a gang of evildoers, the weaker evil succumbs to the greater evil.

Chaos Evil, the Servants of this type, seem to be completely on a different level from the Servants of other Order and Good types in terms of their adaptability priority.

And she seemed to have a strange bonus to the Heroic Spirit Servants of this type that she didn't quite understand...

"Caster can still have such agility and hand-to-hand combat skills? Are all magi in the Age of Gods like this?"

She danced gracefully on the group of Noble Phantasms. The Noble Phantasms were very fast, but the hooded girl was even faster. Tohsaka Tokiomi blinked in confusion. What the hell? It's okay that you, Caster, are proficient in camouflage and presence concealment.

How come even hand-to-hand combat and agility are so outrageous? Even the speed of the Lancer, Assassin, and Rider among the seven major classes that are famous for their speed is no more than this. Did the magi of the Age of Gods learn such a variety of things?

"Is this the mongrel's counterattack before death? ha?!, the trapped beast's desperate fight, the moth flies into the flame and destroys itself."

The Golden King snorted coldly, feeling somewhat displeased when he saw the hooded girl's slender jade feet wrapped in black silk stockings stepping on his treasure. Her nimble feet twirled and turned in the air like a flying swallow, giving the viewers the beauty of a canary flying in the sky.

Knock it down, knock it down, and knock it down again. The lightning-fast dance at night is dazzling.

She couldn't avoid all of the densely packed treasures, but she had the advantage of her thin and short stature.

The treasures that could not be avoided could only leave a shallow bloody scratch on her body at most. Without some thick fat, she was lighter than many adults.

She could perform many movements that only gymnasts could do, but they were impossible to see clearly. Only the afterimage was visible, just like a fragrant flower that leaves only the fragrance behind after it floats away. She had more and more scars on her body, but there was never a scar that really bothered her.

"Mongrel, my treasure is endless, but the scars on your body are increasing. You are so stubborn, you are really a stupid reptile... huh?"

However, before the Golden King could finish his words, the figure of Miss Illyasviel in the distance became increasingly blurred.

'Is it to conceal her aura again? Or is it some kind of magecraft?'

'No! My treasure is also starting to blur. This is not aura concealment!'

'It's the environment that's changing, the area is changing, she's blurring out the things around her!'

"It's fo? How can it be foggy in this weather?" Tohsaka Tokiomi frowned slightly and retreated behind the Golden King's street lamp. After hearing this, the Golden King also glanced around, and then a hazy white was reflected in his blood-red pupils.

It was fog, white fog, like smoke that appeared out of nowhere and surrounded the surroundings, approaching him and the King of Gold.

The fog was extremely thick due to the blessing of the Mana A. Anyone swallowed by the fog would lose their five senses. In addition, the voices of children could be vaguely heard in the fog, misleading the perception of magi and Servants.

"Humph! Do you want to escape from my sight?!"

Miss Illyasviel's figure became increasingly blurred in the haze, and the group of Noble Phantasms carrying out precise targeted bombings also lost their targets, clearly trying to escape.

The Golden King folded his arms and snorted again. The next moment, dozens of golden ripples appeared behind him. Without a target, they hid in the darkness again. It didn't matter because his treasures were inexhaustible. Just like he destroyed this area before, he could also crush the assassin girl with absolute firepower suppression!

One hundred, one hundred and twenty, one hundred and fifty, two hundred... A total of three hundred golden ripples opened.

The earth was covered again, and this time the treasures were meteor hammers, maces, and the like—weapons with thorns on them. The assassin girl could not use her previous means to avoid them.

The bombing began—

This was the fifth round of the Noble Phantasm torrent, and it would also be the assassin girl's final farewell.

The world was illuminated by the treasure and was as bright as day. The moonlight shone, and the endless bombing set off high-temperature flames, even burning the devastated land black.

Roaring, vibrating, burning, and setting off a small mushroom cloud—that was the magical flame produced by the friction and explosion of the treasure, comparable to the smoke of a small battlefield.

There was no safe place in this area anymore. Escape meant death. This was not just Miss Illyasviel's imagination but a fact declared by the Golden King.

But nothing is absolute; possibilities always exist.

For example...

Clang!

"The most dangerous place is the safest place."

In the continuous bombing, a killer ghost in the haze dropped from the sky and slashed down with two swords in the shape of a slanting crescent moon!

Sparks of mana flew everywhere. The Golden King was stunned and then quickly dodged backward. The sharp blade scratched through the golden armor and the sparks and heat that burst out instantly burned scorchingly. There was only one safest place in this area, and that was around the street lamp where the Golden King was—under the throne that belonged to this king!

"You mongrel! How dare you!" The Golden King, who had reacted, fell down in rage!

He then turned the golden ripple and aimed and fired. He was the oldest Heroic King in the world, a Heroic Spirit so proud that only his best friends could catch his eyes. How could he be on the same level as a reptile?

With the golden armor, he suffered no harm, but this humiliation was more unbearable than any injury!

'Troublesome turtle shell.'

Miss Illyasviel was also falling mid-air. She kicked the street lamp to use the recoil to avoid the incoming Noble Phantasm, then dived straight towards Tohsaka Tokiomi with her backhand holding the sword.

Seeing this happening, Tohsaka Tokiomi turned around and tried to escape, but exposing his back to the killer in the foggy night was undoubtedly foolish.

Boom!

A huge sword, at least tens of meters long and several meters wide, suddenly fell down!

Crashing into the dense grove of large trees, it unleashed a violent surge of magical energy, roaring as it separated Tokiomi Tohsaka and Miss Illyasviel!

It was one of the twin swords held by the legendary god of war Zababa. It contained the concept of the horizon. Once its true name was released, it could easily cut through thousands of mountains. It was a Divine Construct!

"Brother, if you use your Noble Phantasm so roughly, their true names might cry."

The light and thin hooded girl was blown away and landed steadily on a tall street lamp.

She raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and her ruby eyes seemed to frivolously look down at the Golden King, who had fallen into the mortal world below.

"Haha, a mouse is just a mouse after all. As a Caster, you have mastered the techniques of physical skills. I guess you must have been a shameful magi in the Age of Gods."

"How about we discuss this, big brother? Let me go and pretend I've never been here; how about that?"

"And then assassinate my subjects after I let my guard down?"

"Why can't people have more trust in each other? If you hadn't insisted on chasing me, I would have disappeared from your sight long ago."

This was the truth, but it was inexplicable.

These were clearly words of begging for mercy and admitting defeat.

Miss Illyasviel herself did not realize how bad her tone was when she said this, as if she was deliberately mocking the Golden King.

"Hahahahahaha! You are worthy of being the owner of the power of 'malice.' I want to add you to my treasury as a treasure." The Golden King laughed again. This time he was angry and laughing. He was furious that the throne overlooking the earth was taken away from him.

However, the assassin girl's agility and skills suddenly increased.

It sparked a little interest in him again, especially the sense of resentment added to the malice. It was as if there was one soul with two bodies, which made him even want to collect Miss Illyasviel into his treasure house for a moment. Of course, this idea only flashed through his mind, as he didn't want to include such dirty and difficult-to-wash-away things in his treasury.

"Mongrel, tell me your real name. You are qualified to let this king hear your name."

"Before asking for someone's name, shouldn't you introduce yourself?"

"I am Gilgamesh, the most ancient Heroic King."

"Well... the murderer on the foggy night, Jack the Ripper."

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