Comprehensive Heroic Spirit Dominator

However, Emiya Kiritsugu just let that 'justice' cover up his own humanity, it's not that he doesn't understand human feelings, it's just that he doesn't want to understand.

Because, he couldn't forgive his sins, he couldn't forgive himself, let go of his friends, let go of the sins caused by that girl named 'Xia Li'.

The extremely natural thing, but in the heart crucified by justice, has become an incomparable guilt.

Emiya Kiritsugu is a man who has been burdened with many sins and is advancing step by step.

"Ai Li, then, you will take Arturia to feint outside the hotel, and I will leave this task to you."

Gently wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, Emiya Kiritsugu once again hid his weakness under that hard 'justice', at this moment, he was still that 'justice' flavor.

"I have no objection, but, Kiritsugu."

Ellie asked involuntarily, with a trembling sound in her words.

"Sneak into Reynice's magic workshop again, and even confront that 'King of Heroes', can you do it?"

She asked hesitantly, with obvious concern in that doubt.

In any case, in her eyes, Emiya Kiritsugu who brought her "happiness" absolutely cannot die.

Even if it was Hisu Maiya as a sacrifice.

"No problem, the injuries on your body have been healed by your magic, and the origin bullets are also prepared. Be it firearms or bombs, they are all very sufficient. In any case, this time it will not fail."

He spoke lightly, with a hint of pain in his words.

"What's more, those other Masters must also come to deal with that 'King of Heroes' together, Ellie, this is my chance!"

He said this, and then walked towards the door.

"I leave it to you, Ellie."

Listening to those heavy words, and feeling the pain in the man's heart, Irisviel couldn't help showing a hint of loss.

Then, she murmured softly.

"Don't worry, Kiritsugu."

At this moment, in the Excelle Hotel, the girl whom Emiya Kiritsugu regarded as a strong enemy was playing with a certain sad heroic spirit.

Those slender onion fingers pressed fiercely on Mordred's slightly immature pretty face, and there was even a hint of resentment in it.

"That is to say, when I was not around, did you press this guy here to have sex?"

Reinis asked angrily, but the cute tone was nothing like asking the 400 teacher to blame.

While gently rubbing Mordred's cheek, she thought of Gilgamesh and asked.

However, the proud king chuckled disdainfully.

"Sir Mordred, what do you think?"

There was a hint of threat in his words, and Mordred, who still had his scent on his body, couldn't help turning pale.

"That is the hero king I took the initiative to find."

Mordred faltered and said, his hearty face showed the look of being bullied.

"Should I really give in like this? It's really boring."

It was so easy to understand everything, Reinis couldn't help but sighed softly.

"It's really easy to bully, Mordred, this doesn't match your status as a knight."

Reinis sighed softly, and then continued to rub Mordred's pale blonde short hair without hesitation.

"why is it like this."

Mordred couldn't help whining, with a pitiful look on his face, but no one was there to pity her.

Whether it was Nero as the Roman tyrant, Gilgamesh as the oldest king, or the cold-blooded magician Lynis as the perpetrator, they all had playful expressions at the moment.

Then, there was the wailing sound wrapped in unwillingness.

"Why is this!"

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Chapter 180 The Gift of Art (Seeking a Reward)

When a young knight wailed helplessly, the land of Fuyuki in the Far East was covered with filth and sin.

At this moment, it was the dark alley, in the alley covered by shadows, but there were screams at this moment.

"That's it, that's it!"

Those were hearty words. The young man with orange-red hair was currently tearing apart the body of a teenager.

He threw away the viscera fiercely, admiring the boy's wailing.

"That's right, that's it, this is art!"

The murderer named Usei Ryunosuke is enjoying his 'art' at the moment, but no matter how bloody the scene is, there is not a trace of blood on the blue clothes.

It was caster's magic, temporarily weaving his clothes into a magic dress that would not be stained with blood.

Even though Bluebeard is not very good at 'making props', it is still possible to do so.

"Are you still appreciating art, Ryunosuke!"

With a hoarse voice, came from behind Ryunosuke Yusheng, but this man did not have the slightest fear.

Because, that is his like-minded partner, the heroic spirit called Bluebeard.

"Don't make these artworks too messy, I have to fill them in."

As if commenting on a work of art, the French marshal looked at the scarlet corpse with a ferocious smile.

"Then, it's an unprecedented gift for my saint!"

Immediately afterwards, there was that hearty laughter, accompanied by screams, echoing here.

A few hours later, in front of the Hyatt Hotel.

"How, Master and Heroic Spirits, how far have you arrived?"

Wearing a vermilion suit, Tohsaka Tokiomi asked the man behind him.