Tribute to the Demon King

It was originally just a room of an ordinary family, but now it has become a distorted world like a demon.

This is the scene reflected in the fairy tale written by Ryunosuke.Although distorted, it has a strange beauty.

If you simply comment on the things in this room, it is undeniably ugly and distorted.Anyone with a normal sense of aesthetics would think so.

But behind Ryunosuke, Mr. Devil, who looks like a nobleman in the middle ages, is leaning on Ryunosuke's chair, sitting on the ground behind him, humming a weird and beautiful nursery rhyme.

His full and beautiful voice has a beautiful trill like an opera, shaking his head and showing a gentle smile.

Accompanied by the frequency of his swing, the butterflies and pieces of meat on the wall, the corpse on the ground, the petal-like eyeballs in the corner of the wall, and the tentacles on the ceiling also began to swing rhythmically, singing nursery rhymes together.This scene is almost like the plot of a Disney animation.

At this moment, Caster was completely touched and delighted.

Sure enough...Ryunosuke really understood what he said.He has a genius beyond the world, a master of the art of death and decadence.With just a click, he can translate the mysterious experience he has learned from death into words and pass it on to the world.

Seven days is enough time to write a first draft.In the future, maybe this will lead to a new generation of literary creation, and the light of nursery rhymes will be revived in this era——

"How are you doing, my lovely Master."

Unable to wait, Caster happily asked in a respectful and joyful voice: "Can you reveal the content first, as a grand preview before the curtain opens?"

"Of course, Mr. Devil! What you said is really good! This kind of experience... This kind of thought flows out of the pen and turns into reality. The illusory imagination and vague experience are bound by words-then condensed and formed What a great experience!"

Ryunosuke turned around happily, the quill in his hand was spinning quickly at his fingertips, and the long goose feathers fluttered soothingly in the air.

Then, he thought for a while, and said slowly with a solemn attitude: "I have sorted out my thoughts and I can create them at any time. If it is my first story in the form of a nursery rhyme... I want to write a story about fear." story."

"Fear...? That's not a suitable subject for a nursery rhyme."

Caster made a rigorous judgment: "It needs to be fearful but also easy to understand, and it needs to be meaningful while allowing children to mold their character... The balance between these is difficult to grasp."

"Indeed. It would be much easier if it were written as a novel, but if you consider that it is a nursery rhyme, you have to think carefully."

Ryunosuke nodded in agreement: "Just add the color of courage. When facing death, courage will be a stronger emotion than fear."

"I see. But can children understand?"

"Just make them remember the story!"

Ryunosuke looked excited, and couldn't stop saying: "Mr. Devil, in the process of researching and collecting materials over the years, I found that when people face great fear, their nature will be fully exposed. Only this Only when the color of their souls can be revealed, they will reflect on what they want and what they want to achieve when they were born in this world...Through death itself, you can see the life on the other side."

"I want to write such a story-many people with different status, life, education, and their own morality met the same monster, and then they recalled the past, cried bitterly, hysterical, open-minded, resisted, begged, vicious, and made Lots and lots of very different reactions and then being killed by monsters in all sorts of ways. The story itself is the sweet skin wrapped around the veneer of fear, just take care of that part and make it catchy, the perfect nursery rhyme It's out!"

"Oh oh oh! It's the type of who killed the mockingbird! Someone met a monster, how did someone react, the monster responded to him like this, why did someone die - four sentences A short story seems to feel great!"

When Caster heard this, his eyes lit up, and he praised unceremoniously: "This is really an amazing story! Repeated and different stories, interesting and catchy, it is simply an amazing nursery rhyme!"

"Right! Right!"

With great excitement, Ryunosuke shook the man's hand vigorously up and down.

What does death really look like?Why are people full of fear of death?If anything had helped him understand these things in the first place, he probably wouldn't have become the hopeless murderer he is now.

In the beginning, the crimes he committed were nothing more than the result of that urgent curiosity.

Of course, Ryunosuke also deeply understands that he is hopeless now.He is completely intoxicated in the joy of extracting the vitality, nostalgia for life, anger and persistence of the target he killed at once.

For his own nursery rhymes, he will probably make more new attempts.

"Then, Mr. Devil, I'm going to start working hard—I'm going to write the first story of the story I just told before tonight!"

Ryunosuke declared so enthusiastically.

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After conscientiously maintaining a close investigation of the forest for three hours, Archer sadly learned an unfortunate fact from Kiritsugu.

——According to Maiya's information, I just learned that Saber and his Master appeared on the top floor of the Hyatt Hotel in Fuyuki City.The camera attached to the bat familiar captured him and Saber recovering from his injuries.

...The two of them happened to leave there less than ten minutes into the meeting. Saber has been seriously injured to that extent, yet Kenneth can still heal him... What kind of monster is that guy?

It's really sad that I actually stayed here for three hours for no reason.Kiritsugu is really unreliable.

Just when Archer was thinking bad things about someone, he suddenly realized another thing.

Kiritsugu went into the mountain to plant bombs and gasoline at five o'clock in the evening...but now it's almost six o'clock, and he just notified Archer.

So, doesn't it mean that the unexploded bombs and gasoline are still in the mountains?This is not good...

Suddenly, Archer's heart rang an alarm bell.

If this is the case, if the bombs and gasoline are detonated tomorrow when there are people in the mountains...

Thinking of this, Archer questioned Kiritsugu.

Then, he waited for cold and unfortunate news from Kiritsugu.

"It's too late to clean up. The second night is coming soon. Maybe the Master will be exposed. We can't miss the timing. The cleanup of explosives will have to wait until midnight at the earliest."

"...It's really not going well...Wait, what is that?"

Archer, who was about to evacuate from the sniper position with Sui Sui Nian, was taken aback suddenly, and looked towards the northern sky.

On the outskirts of the northern part of the new capital, there is a vaguely huge human figure approaching.

Author's message:

The second one is delivered! (chest out)