"So, you want to protect that vampire just because of me?"
"Otherwise? It’s rare to see you make such a difficult expression, Ciel. I have to take my time and enjoy it."
"You really have terrible taste!"
Who would have thought that she would be stopped by such an absurd and unreasonable reason, knowing that the lives of children might slip through her fingers?
And yet, such a True Ancestor princess who regarded human lives as worthless and was willful and unreasonable appeared before her.
"What? Are you getting anxious?
If you shout here, ’Lady Arcueid, you are the most suitable partner for Moran in this world, and I, Ciel, am nothing,’ then I might as well help you deal with that Dead Apostle."
Arcueid had a joyful smile on her face.
The playfulness in her eyes was undisguised, like she was happily playing with a small animal.
"Who would say that! I want to return those words to you as they are. Your only good point is that you kill as soon as you wake up.
To actually protect a Dead Apostle that you regard as livestock... Where did you throw away the pride of a True Ancestor? But, it’s hard to say if you even have such a thing."
The atmosphere between the two became heavy again.
Jester and the female assassin were almost numb from the torment.
Both of them were monsters.
The confrontation between monsters meant that the mystery of Jester and the female assassin was no different from that of mortals struggling to survive in the cracks of giant beasts.
"Speaking of which, you’re letting that vampire extend his poisonous claws towards ignorant children because of this. If this gets to Moran’s ears, it probably won’t be good for you, right?"
Arcueid puffed out her cheeks.
She wanted to retort but didn’t know how.
Indeed, Arcueid didn’t value the lives of children, but Moran didn’t like playful killings either.
Arcueid cared most about Moran’s opinion of her.
Ciel’s words hit the bullseye.
"Hmph! Shut up, shut up!
If Moran values this child’s life, then he will definitely protect them! So, a mere Dead Apostle is no big deal! I believe in Moran’s abilities!"
Arcueid spoke nonsense with a straight face.
She put on a willful appearance of "I’m right, I’m the greatest."
Before, she would at least pretend to be a dignified princess.
Now, she completely gave up.
She was clearly trying to make Ciel feel bad, like a kamikaze car of reason evaporating.
Ciel was dumbfounded by these shocking remarks.
"Believe in Moran? I don’t think Moran wants you to believe in him ... Arcueid, you’re being too willful no matter what! Where’s your face!? Do you really not want any of the dignity of a True Ancestor!"
"Hmph! Shut up! I don’t care!"
"I feel sorry for Moran, how did he get through those times... I understand Altrouge a little."
Ciel sighed and said.
Arcueid’s face turned red, and even she knew that she was arguing unreasonably and was very embarrassed.
Logically, she had indeed lost.
But she couldn’t lose to Ciel in terms of momentum.
"Altrouge isn’t any better! That woman is much more insidious than me..."
"Arcueid, you’re not in a position to talk about others, are you?"
Ciel just felt that it was too outrageous.
She was actually stopped by such an idiot, and what made it even more ridiculous was that this guy was very strong.
With her here, Ciel couldn’t kill Jester at all.
If Moran knew that Arcueid "believed" in him so much.
Then Moran would definitely shake his head and smile wryly.
Even if there was no trouble, this girl would create trouble.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t be called a crazy girl by Moran.
Once she got worked up, there was no reason to talk to her.
This was exactly the same as Brunestud.
It could only be said that she was cut from the same mold as her mother.
Just as Arcueid was about to lose face and prepare to start a fight to muddle through—
"Oh? Are they finally taking action!"
Jester’s tense expression relaxed.
A smile reappeared on his face.
At the same time, seeing Jester show that evil smile again, the female assassin immediately took a defensive stance.
"Hahahaha! I am eternally grateful for the help of the White Princess! I, Jester Carture, will definitely repay this great kindness with a fountain of gratitude.
Now, let me present you all with a new stage!"
"What did you say...?"
Before the female assassin could ask the next question.
Even before Arcueid and Ciel could speak, something like black smoke overflowed from the hospital.
In front of the surprised crowd.
Jester opened his arms as if embracing the black mist, and laughed loudly:
"Hahahaha! The second act is about to begin! Don’t worry, the stage you will stand on is not such a place full of slaughter! But an ideal land full of peace with a gentle breeze!"
His figure merged into the black mist.
Only his voice echoed around.
"I will look forward to that beautiful scenery... being completely dirtied by your own hands."
The next second, the black mist, approaching like a huge wave, instantly swallowed the three people present.
Without giving anyone a chance to ask questions.
The back of the hospital, which was originally filled with a depressing atmosphere, became quiet, and no sound of life could be heard.
On the other side, on a building near the hospital.
Moran sensed the rush of death.
Beside him, Alexandre Dumas and Kiritsugu Emiya were both staring at the eerie black mist with ugly expressions.
Their instincts as living beings were telling them.
This thing was very bad.
"Run if you want... That thing is something like a bounded field, it will pull people into another space. But, your Berserker probably won’t have time to run.
I’ll give you some special intelligence.
The one who released this thing is an existence that can represent the concept of death, and it was summoned as a Servant to participate in the Holy Grail War."
Moran roughly estimated the spread speed of the black mist.
Soon, they will arrive on their side.
He doesn’t plan to leave here.
It’s almost time to meet the embodiment of "death," one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, the Pale Rider responsible for carrying death.