I, Kurumi Tokisaki, Am a Wanderer

What kind of person is the girl named Kurumi Tokisaki?

She herself didn't know, but one thing was certain—she was not a good person.

She couldn't deceive herself; every time she looked at her seemingly delicate hands, she was reminded of the tens of thousands of lives they had stained with blood.

A bone-chilling coldness caused Kurumi to waver, and only at such moments did she deeply realize—

"I am Kurumi Tokisaki."

"I am the most wicked Spirit."

In her frail heart, the original voice began to grow louder, bit by bit.

"I want to be a hero of justice."

—[Forgetfulness Correction]—

It was approaching midnight, the moonlight in Fuyuki was cold, and the night wind howled.

The tormented Sakura Matou could ignore this biting chill, but Kurumi couldn't stand seeing her like this.

Moreover, carrying a completely naked Sakura out? Just the thought of it was embarrassing.

As for the clothes beneath the insect corpses, she didn't even want to touch them.

It was only now that Kurumi felt deeply troubled.

Back when she kept some costumes, she always chose swimsuits, lingerie, short skirts, stockings and pantyhose or something similar.

Her mind was filled with lewd thoughts.

After much difficulty, she finally found a a robe to wrap Sakura in.

The good thing about the revival reset method was that debuffs and injuries disappeared with a single touch, and even the cursed worms were nowhere to be found.

The girl was so exhausted that she fell asleep in Kurumi's arms as soon as she was wrapped up.

Her small hands clutched the red hair ribbon tightly, and Kurumi knew that her dreams would definitely not be sweet.

Carrying Sakura in her arms, Kurumi walked out of the Matou mansion, confirming that there was no longer any trace of time to absorb in the City of Devouring Time. Only then was she certain that there was no longer any living being left in the entire Matou residence.

The bounded field dissipated as Kurumi stepped out of the mansion, and then she suddenly raised her eyebrow.

"Huh?"

The reason was simple: standing on a streetlight at the gate of the Matou mansion was a magnificent Servant clad in golden armor.

Although he shone as brilliantly as the sun, with a regal face and golden hair like flames,

He was standing on a streetlight.

The most ancient king—Gilgamesh.

Kurumi slightly bowed, indicating her current inconvenience. "Good evening, oh golden and shining king."

Those inhuman red eyes gazed down at Kurumi, and behind Gilgamesh, countless golden ripples appeared, radiating a terrifying pressure that seemed to crush everything. The same endless Noble Phantasms that had killed Assassin were ready to strike, as he threatened, "Hmph, I didn't expect someone like you to show such petty human compassion."

"You mongrel."

But Kurumi's wine-red eyes remained elegant and composed, without a hint of fear.

"Oh my, I was just passing by," she replied with a smile, though her attention seemed entirely focused on the little Sakura in her arms, who was curled up like a kitten.

A trace of displeasure appeared on Gilgamesh's face.

He had been wandering in the dead of night, ignoring those pitiful and annoying fools who fancied themselves kings, just to see what this interesting Servant was up to. He hadn't expected that she would come all this way just to save a little girl.

Gilgamesh admired her crimson soul; she was someone who could bring him pleasure.

But at this moment, he was also somewhat annoyed.

"You... how dare you..."

He was always straightforward, and sixteen different Noble Phantasms appeared behind him, including swords, halberds, and spears.

Kurumi's lips curled into a slight smile as she sank into a pitch-black shadow and disappeared without a trace.

Only her lingering voice echoed in the air.

"By the way~ standing on a streetlight doesn't suit you. A Vimana would be more fitting for someone of your status."

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Crack, the lightbulb shattered.

"Mongrel!" Gilgamesh roared in anger, and the dazzling golden Noble Phantasms behind him were unleashed, furiously bombarding the Matou mansion.

The deafening explosions echoed through the night, and in just a few moments, the Matou mansion was reduced to a pile of rubble.

Near the Hyatt Hotel in Fuyuki, Lancer put Kayneth down. This was their base of operations and Kayneth's stronghold.

At this moment, with Lancer having withdrawn early from the fight, Emiya Kiritsugu was still monitoring the battle between Saber and Berserker.

Lancer gently touched his right cheek, where a long gash had formed on his mole of love. The "Mole of Bewitchment"—had been dispelled. Yet, he felt an odd sense of joy.

That Archer-like girl's abilities were truly bizarre, difficult to defend against.

Returning to the Hyatt Hotel, they settled on the thirty-second floor. Kayneth had already turned the entire hotel into his stronghold, with his bounded field covering twenty-four of the building's thirty-two floors. Even the space beneath the corridors had been turned into an alien landscape. Kayneth was waiting for challengers to arrive.

Lancer knelt on one knee before his master, aware that Kayneth must be furious.

From a young age, Kayneth had been a prodigy in the spotlight. His journey to becoming one of the Twelve Lords of the Clock Tower had been smooth and unchallenged, taken as a matter of course.

He was the brilliant child prodigy of magic, the ruler of the prestigious Archibald family.

Yet in this Holy Grail War, for which he had prepared so meticulously, his first battle left him feeling so constrained.

His expectations for Diarmuid had been slashed the moment he issued the command with the Command Spell. The unexpected developments in this Holy Grail War felt nothing short of humiliating.

But this cold and ruthless lord quickly regained his composure. Kayneth gently tapped his forehead as his lover, who also served as Lancer's primary source of mana, massaged his shoulders.

Together, they analyzed the situation.

A magus should strike hard against challengers within their stronghold, and the separation of Command Spells and mana supply was one of his trump cards.

"Sola, book the entire hotel," Kayneth ordered. He intended to create a true magical fortress.

Source of Sin: Attacks have a 3% chance to trigger a dispel effect.

Coincidentally, Kurumi was wearing this insignia.

Kariya Matou collapsed helplessly onto the cold asphalt, half of his body seemingly paralyzed. Berserker had completely lost control the moment he saw Saber.

To supply Berserker with mana, his body had been filled with crest worms.

His entire body was covered in blood, the capillaries under his skin rupturing inch by inch, oozing blackened blood.

Kariya Matou's body had long since been destroyed. What remained was merely a corpse that could still move under the influence of mana and worms.

Pain surged through him like a tidal wave, and he used all his strength to make Berserker stop.

The worms gnawed at his spine, tearing at his nerves.

He writhed in a dark corner, sobbing in pain. But it wasn't for himself—it was for the little Sakura, who was enduring the same torment.

Kariya Matou suppressed his agony with labored breathing, dragging himself step by step toward the Matou mansion.

The old monster's threats were deadly serious.

"Sakura... wait for me..."

The crest worms wreaked havoc on his body, leaving Kariya Matou with only one thought—saving Sakura Matou.

Then, in an instant, all the pain seemed to vanish.

The swarm of worms within him suddenly fell silent, as if they had lost their leader.

Kariya Matou's heart sank. He stumbled, nearly sprinting toward the Matou mansion.

All that remained was a pile of broken rubble.

The devastated man frantically dug through the debris, while his jet-black Servant, Berserker, furiously burrowed into the ground, searching for any sign of Sakura Matou.

The only surviving "spy insect" outside the Matou mansion relayed information back to him.

A strikingly beautiful and seductive girl was cradling Sakura in her arms... and attacking them was the golden, magnificent Servant.

Kariya Matou remembered him—that was Tokiomi Tohsaka's Servant.

"Tokiomi... Tohsaka...!"

A low, beastly growl rumbled from his throat.

He had nothing left. All that remained was a heart filled with darkness and a burning desire for revenge.

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