The night grew deeper!
Ayato and the others had already walked out of the room.
The cold, dark aura felt even more biting under the vast night.
Figures could be seen scattered about, some standing on walls, others squatting on rooftops.
Their gazes were cold, as if merging with the night itself.
"With this kind of aura, they should be Assassin-class Servants."
Artoria stood beside Ayato, puzzled. "But why are they revealing themselves so blatantly?"
"Indeed, their method of concealing their presence is quite advanced."
Ayato smiled. "If they hadn't appeared voluntarily, they wouldn't have been so easy to detect."
"You mean they're doing this deliberately?"
Artoria realized. "They want to distract us. That means their real target is Master?"
As she spoke, her gaze turned strange.
The plan wasn't wrong.
With her and Ayato here, targeting the Master was indeed the best approach.
But these people had from the very beginning targeted the wrong person.
Bang!
A distant building exploded.
A chain-linked short sword tore through the air, pinning a figure firmly to a beam.
"What?"
All the Hassan-i Sabbah were shocked.
Yes, all of them.
Though there were many figures present, they were all different personalities of the same person.
They stared blankly at another version of themselves, their expressions confused.
If they remembered correctly, that one was supposed to be dealing with this Devil's Master.
And now, they had been killed?
"Honestly..."
A tall figure, holding a ladle in one hand and pulling back the chain with the other, emerged from the hole in the wall.
"I was in the middle of preparing Master's meal."
"You damn bastards nearly ruined a pot of my good soup."
Looking at everyone, Medusa's purple hair began to move without wind. Her terrifying presence made the air ripple.
"Medusa, you just focus on preparing the meal."
Ayato said casually. "Dealing with a few small fries won't take long."
"Okay, Master!"
Medusa was about to leave when she saw a teleportation magic circle's light appear before Ayato.
A bone-chilling cold began to spread through the air.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The sound of high heels striking the ground rang out. Esdeath, dressed in her white military uniform, stepped out on her long legs.
"Master, you finally thought of me for a fight?"
Esdeath's beautiful eyes sparkled as she said reproachfully, "You made me wait so long."
"I'll leave these people to you."
Ayato smiled. "There will be a reward afterward."
"Then I'll tentatively look forward to it."
Esdeath's long hair streamed as she appeared in the midst of the crowd in an instant.
Hum!
An astonishing chill spread, frost forming in the air.
The surrounding assassins' bodies stiffened, as if their very blood had frozen.
"Master, these should be your servants. They seem very strong."
Artoria's ahoge twitched, then she said with dissatisfaction, "But as your Servant, I can fight too."
"There will be opportunities."
Ayato waved his hand, but his gaze flicked toward Medusa out of the corner of his eye.
'No way!'
'If he let you fight, how could I stimulate this quiet-on-the-outside, wild-on-the-inside type?'
'Since one Irisviel wasn't enough, then I'll just up the intensity.'
"Following Master's orders..."
Esdeath spread her arms, exuding wildness. "You can all die."
Hum!
An invisible chill had already spread.
The ground in all directions began to freeze at a visible rate.
Several nearby assassins instantly turned into ice sculptures.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
The next moment, dozens of ice spikes tore through the air, engulfing all the ice sculptures.
The ground was torn apart, making the entire courtyard shake violently.
In just a moment,
Countless deep craters and over ten corpses were left on the ground.
Watching this, the remaining assassins all twitched, unable to hide their horror.
"There's the scent of fear on you." The icy voice fell into every assassin's ears.
They instinctively turned their heads, only to find that Esdeath's figure had already vanished.
"Really, you're all weaklings." The disdainful voice held bone-deep killing intent.
Swoosh!
As if a white lightning bolt had flashed, Esdeath shot toward several assassins.
An ice combat knife was now in her hand. As the blade swung, it brought up sections of shattered ice sculptures and crimson ice crystals.
Wherever she passed, every assassin was frozen in place before they could even react.
After some time…
Before anyone knew it, the battle had ended.
Esdeath discarded the blood-stained ice blade. Her aura was like the Grim Reaper, chilling to the bone.
"Esdeath's strength is increasing more and more."
Watching Esdeath, Ayato sighed.
'It hadn't been long since I'd last seen her, yet her strength had multiplied countless times.'
'Master certainly seems to like this type.'
Medusa studied the tall Esdeath, twirling a strand of her own hair with her finger. 'He wasn't lying to me.'
'Wait, that wasn't right.'
'What was most important now was this servant, wasn't it?'
The gaze behind her blindfold sharpened as she looked at those long, voluptuous legs beneath the shorts.
'This woman is so much like me. A major rival.'
'And…!'
'This was probably not the only one.'
Instinctively,
Medusa bit her lip lightly.
'Irisviel had already beaten me to it.'
'And now there were these seniors...'
Thinking this, she felt complicated.
In truth, the day she agreed to become Ayato's servant, she had already silently accepted certain things.
After all, Ayato was powerful, handsome, and liked her, who was not petite and cute.
It was just that she had always thought it was too fast. It had only been a few days.
But now...
At the very least, she couldn't fall behind.
'Mm, good.'
Ayato, watching Medusa, nodded inwardly.
'Yes, keep convincing yourself.'
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Esdeath turned and came before Ayato. Her beautiful hands wrapped around Ayato's neck.
"About that reward you promised, Master."
Esdeath's beautiful eyes sparkled as she looked at Ayato.
"Replenishing?"
"Mm!"