Legend of the Giants of the Imperial Palace

The sleeveless coat was smeared with blood, and against the elegant clothes, it became a heroic vermilion flower.

"How about it. Don't, become a disgusting femme fatale."

Contrary to the blood-stained belly, the man's lips were waxy white.

The viscera and six internal organs poured up into the throat bit by bit, and they could no longer return to their original positions.

The man───Sasaki Kojiro's internal organs are no longer usable.

The mountain gate was silent.

───The battle is over.

"Someone" who climbed the stone steps defeated Assassin who was guarding the mountain gate.

Not even the chance to meet the blades, nor the time to confirm the enemy.

Originally, the "someone" that appeared was something of a different dimension.

Gatekeeper Assassin's body shattered.

Assassin, who had a ruptured abdomen, broken wrists, and lost his long knife, was not even allowed to hang himself.

Gradually came the shadow.

He stroked the cheek of the Servant called Assassin with affection or contempt.

Stretching out from the ruptured abdomen was a strangely shaped arm like a spider.

Bones tangled together.

Muscles ripped apart.

I feel that my internal organs have changed from being my own to completely becoming someone else's internal organs.

"───!"

Hold back the spurted blood.

The swordsman swallowed the spurted blood, with a nonchalant smile on his lips.

"...Well, it's up to you. The things that come out of my belly can't have a good nature after all────"

Unable to kill himself, eroded by that flesh and blood, and smiling.

If you say the degree of heroism.

That smile was even more tragic than the birth of that alien.

That, was called out just like that.

The thing that appeared in this world from a false Servant as flesh and blood is a true "Assassin" Servant.

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The sound of birth and landing is like the screaming of insects.

The black worms crawling out of the swordsman's internal organs, as if it wasn't enough, greedily devoured the flesh that was the breeding ground.

Crackling, tearing pieces of meat.

Planting and chewing on the bones.

Every time the black worm wants to construct a human form, it has to give the blank brain human wisdom once.

Then half an hour passed.

After sipping all the flesh and blood, there was no trace of him on the stone steps, "The Assassin" blessed his own birth.

All I could see was the chorus of insects singing in the grass, and the moon shining brightly.

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"Why did you ask me to investigate this ruined place?" Lancer muttered dissatisfiedly, the wound left by the battle this morning has also healed as before.

My master is an excellent master, at least an excellent magician, and he healed his wound quickly.

That is, what a bastard, to treat himself like a dog.And besides himself, there is another servant in his hand.

That hateful false priest, while believing in the church, learned magic at the same time.

If it wasn't for Bazzett, in order to save her life, he wouldn't be working for this false priest as he is now.

"Bazzett." Lancer murmured, he must protect this person who is his descendant to a certain extent, otherwise his elder is really too incompetent.

"Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi, it's really noisy. Although as far as I know, Caster is a windy woman, but she is still a woman full of moisture. There are so many spiders, leeches, and the like─────"

walking around the temple.

His steps were not at all defensive, not at all what a Servant should look like.

If—what if, there is another Servant here, there are quite a lot of opportunities to die unexpectedly under the involuntary attack.

There is no one in the temple, and all the people who used to live here have moved out.

This saved him a lot of work, otherwise he would have to be careful to hide it.

Walking carelessly like this is entirely because Lancer has the confidence that nothing will happen to him.Anyway, he is also a famous heroic spirit, he is confident that he will not die in the hands of the caster for no reason.