Manager, give me a membership card too!

In front of a villa on the outskirts of Fuyuki City, Tokiomi Tohsaka slightly raised his head to look at the building with its doors and windows tightly closed, his sapphire blue eyes narrowing slightly.

"He did pick a good spot, but unfortunately, he's just an arrogant fool."

Gently lifting the jeweled cane in his hand, Tokiomi Tohsaka strode steadily to the villa's door. Looking at the firmly closed door, he raised the hand that held the jeweled cane.

'Tap~ tap~ tap~'

A soft, rhythmic sound came from the front door. Luo Xia, who was leaning back on the soft sofa in the living room and surrounded by a group of lolis dressed in light, flowing clothes, turned his head and looked towards the door.

"So fast? That's really efficient."

With a soft sigh, Luo Xia gently patted the cat-eared loli, Fuse Midori, who was nestled in his arms, rubbed her little head, and then slowly stood up and walked towards the door.

Upon opening the villa's door, one is greeted by a half-grown girl with a bun hairstyle, who, despite the freezing weather, insists on wearing a short red cheongsam. She only has a fluffy shawl wrapped around her shoulders for warmth, and she is carrying a large box. She stands outside Luo Xia's house, shivering and looking pitiful.

"Honestly, it's so cold, why aren't you wearing more clothes? Don't think you're immune to the cold just because you're young. If you catch a chill, you'll suffer later."

Looking at the little girl, whose face was pale from the cold, Luo Xia shook his head helplessly, decisively took off his coat and put it on the little girl, and quickly pulled her into the warm room.

"Hehe, I forgot. I stayed in the warm shop the whole time and didn't feel cold. By the time I realized it was cold outside, we were already halfway there. If I went back to change, the takeout you ordered would be cold. And food doesn't taste good when it's cold."

The little girl with a bun hairstyle, wearing a Rorschach coat, touched her head shyly, then held up the large box in her hand like a treasure, and said in a sweet voice:

"Oh, right, here, this is the takeout you ordered, Luo Xia. I cooked it myself, so have a taste."

"You'll be good the day you get sick."

Luo Xia tapped the young woman's fair forehead with his index finger, took the takeout box from her hand, and while beckoning her into the room, turned and said:

"Haven't had dinner yet? Why don't we come together? Let your sister Jeanne set up an extra set of chopsticks and a bowl, and I'll introduce you to some new friends while I'm at it."

"Oh, hehe, that's too kind of you."

The young girl tightened her coat, which still held the warmth of Luo Xia's body, and followed the man with a smile.

The room was dark and dimly lit, filled with a damp atmosphere. The old-fashioned television, typical of the 1990s, was on, but strangely, it wasn't playing any channels; instead, it emitted a constant, grating hissing sound.

In the center of the living room, illuminated only by the light from the television, sat a long, comfortable-looking sofa. The villa's owners, a family of three, sat peacefully on the sofa, their gazes fixed on the television screen, which was displaying static.

The father had a large gash in his stomach, the mother had bluish-purple marks on her neck from being strangled, and the son had lost consciousness due to extreme fright.

"How wonderful, how wonderful, the family of three can be reunited."

A slightly cheerful voice echoed in the dimly lit room. It belonged to a young man with orange-red hair, whose face beamed with a chillingly enthusiastic smile. Although he appeared to be smiling, it gave off an eerie and unsettling feeling.

The young man first circled the sofa twice, admiring his own 'masterpiece'. He frowned, reached out and adjusted his 'father's' posture, before finally revealing a satisfied smile.

"What a harmonious and loving family! I'm a genius! There's nothing more coooooooooooool in the world. A masterpiece, a masterpiece!!!"

After excitedly waving his arms and legs for a while, the orange-haired youth seemed to remember something and looked towards a corner behind him. There, a thread-bound book with strange patterns was quietly lying in a tool bag.

"Oh, right, I'd completely forgotten about that. 'Demon Summoning,' I'm really looking forward to it. What do demons look like? Do they also experience death?"

With an excited rub of his hands, the orange-haired youth hurriedly walked to a corner of the room and picked up the book he had brought with him during his 'visit'. It was a treasure he had discovered while tidying up his family's warehouse some time ago, containing words and characters that were incomprehensible to him.

Magic, spells, origin, holy grail, heroic spirits, summoning.

The orange-haired youth recognized each word individually, but when put together, they were utterly baffling. But that's alright; one should be willing to try. What if he succeeded? Wouldn't he be the first person in the world to see a demon? Such a cool thing couldn't be left out of his involvement.

Eagerly picking up the old book, the orange-haired youth flipped to the part he could understand and stammered out a low recitation.

"Fill it up, fill it up, fill it up, fill it up, fill it up! Hmm~ Is that how it's pronounced?"

As he softly chanted the obscure incantation, the orange-haired youth's expression grew increasingly excited. At the same time, a mysterious atmosphere slowly filled the room, as if dozens of emotionless eyes were secretly spying on him from outside the window, under the bed, and through the crack in the door, causing countless goosebumps to rise involuntarily on the orange-haired youth's body.

Sensing the increasingly oppressive atmosphere in the room, the orange-haired youth showed no fear or timidity, but rather a kind of eager excitement.

It worked! My ritual was a success! I'm so excited! I'll be able to see the legendary demon soon. What will I say when I see him for the first time? I can't wait!

Although he was somewhat agitated, the orange-haired youth didn't forget his work. After all, it would be extremely impolite if the ritual failed and Mr. Devil turned back halfway. He, Ryunosuke Uryu, had always been a polite person; everyone who had met him said so.

While pondering what to say after the ritual was completed, the orange-haired youth continued chanting the half-understood incantation, his mouth moving constantly, anticipating the arrival of the imagined demon.

"You're entangled in some kind of 'Three Heavens of Words of Power,' aren't you? You're from that 'theory,' aren't you, Mr. Demon from Hell!"

With exaggerated gestures, the orange-haired youth loudly uttered the last incantation he could barely make out, while raising the old, ancient thread-bound book high in his hand, waiting for a 'miracle' to happen.

One minute, three minutes, five minutes...

The young man's arm, which was holding the ancient book, began to tremble, and his body posture was already distorted. But apart from the scarlet bloodstains that were spreading from the sofa at his feet, nothing else happened. Even the strange and inexplicable atmosphere from before had disappeared completely.

"Hmm, did I make a mistake somewhere?"

Looking dejected, the orange-haired youth lowered his raised hand and awkwardly scratched the back of his head. But it's alright. Didn't someone say that failure is the mother of success? Even though he failed this time, as long as he tries a few more times, he'll succeed eventually. Mr. Uryu Ryunosuke will never fail!

After mentally bolstering his spirits, the ever-optimistic orange-haired youth composed himself and prepared to clean up the mess. While he didn't want to damage his own masterpiece, he knew that if he didn't erase his traces, the police might come knocking.

Although Ryunosuke Uryu is a law-abiding citizen, even he would be troubled if a policeman visited him, since a policeman's body is not easy to dispose of.

Pulling a sharp knife from his toolbox, the orange-haired youth turned to dismantle his 'masterpiece'. However, before he could even reach the sofa, a loud 'boom' echoed from the hallway outside the living room, followed by the dull thud of something heavy hitting the ground.

"Oh, a new guest? How welcoming!"

Turning around and glancing in the direction of the villa's entrance, the young man's face once again revealed that warm and sunny smile. He tossed the dagger in his hand, which reflected a cold glint, and walked toward the villa's gate with a beaming smile.

"Such enthusiastic guests, it would be extremely impolite not to treat them properly."

The orange-haired youth reached out and grasped the living room door, intending to open it and head towards the villa's entrance. However, the moment he touched the doorknob, his hand instinctively recoiled.

'Hiss~'

With a scream, the young man fell to his knees in pain, his right hand, which was holding a knife, tightly gripping his left hand, which was opening the door. His once amiable face was now contorted with rage.

Smelling the faint aroma of meat wafting in the air, the young man glanced at his mangled left hand, then at the bright red doorknob in the living room, completely bewildered by what had just happened.

In fact, he didn't even need to react. The next second, terrifying flames roared out from the crack in the door, burning the entire door to ashes and molten iron. Emerging from the flames behind the door was a man in a neat red suit, with a meticulously styled mustache.

"Unharmed amidst the flames, and still able to control fire! You, you are Mr. Demon? Excellent, my ritual was a success! I knew it, I would never fail! Hahaha, ahahaha!"

The orange-haired youth, who had been kneeling on the ground in excruciating pain, stared blankly at the mustachioed man who was surrounded by raging flames but was unharmed. His expression turned excited and agitated again. He ignored the burns on his hands and started dancing around on the spot.

Seeing the other person's insane appearance, the mustachioed man frowned, ignoring the other person's nonsense, and slowly turned his gaze to survey the living room.

There were no traces of tracking magic on Rin, nor were there any other magical auras in the room.

Smelling the lingering scent of blood in the air, the mustachioed man, or rather, Tokiomi Tohsaka, frowned slightly and walked towards the sofa in the living room. Seeing Tokiomi's actions, the orange-haired youth, who had been kneeling, immediately stood up excitedly and said to him with a happy expression:

"Mr. Demon, are you going to enjoy the sacrifices? Come, come over here. Since I really don't know what your tastes are, I've prepared several sacrifices for you. There are men, women, and a child. There are living ones and dead ones. I'm sure you'll be satisfied!"

Tokiomi Tohsaka paused slightly in his grip on the jeweled cane, glancing indifferently at the delighted Ryunosuke Uryu, barely suppressing the surging anger within him. He hadn't yet confirmed his daughter's safety, and couldn't kill this potential informant.

Taking a long breath, Tokiomi Tohsaka reminded himself to adhere to the Tohsaka family motto: 'Always maintain elegance.' He walked steadily to the sofa and looked at the three figures sitting there in a daze.

The father died from bleeding after being stabbed in the abdomen, the mother died from being strangled, and the son between them lost his mind due to the intense shock.

Thankfully... it wasn't Rin.

Looking at the pitiful family of three on the sofa, Tokiomi Tohsaka secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although he had great faith in his daughter, he was, after all, a father, and the safety of the family's sole heir still weighed heavily on his mind.

After glancing silently once more at the lifeless bodies of the man and woman on the sofa, Tokiomi Tohsaka turned around and spoke calmly to the expectant man before him:

"Where is my daughter? A dark-haired girl, about seven or eight years old. Have you seen her?"

"A seven or eight-year-old girl with black hair?"

He repeated the words of the devilish man in front of him in a low voice, and Ryunosuke Uryu carefully searched his memory. It seemed that he had indeed seen such a child before.

"I think I saw one before, wasn't it the one wearing green?"

Tokiomi Tohsaka raised an eyebrow, surprised by the other party's cooperation, and continued:

Where is she?

"Where? Of course, it died. When it died, it was crying out for its father very sadly, it was very noisy."

The smile of the orange-haired youth, Ryunosuke Uryu, was absolutely radiant...

FF7 has been remastered, my youth is back! Sephiroth is the best! It's a pity my crappy computer can't run it o(╥﹏╥)o I remember playing Crisis Core on my PSP back then, the CG was amazing, it shocked me when I was still a student.

Chapter 167 It's all Tokiomi's fault!

Chapter 167 It's all Tokiomi's fault!

"What's wrong, Mr. Devil? Did I say something wrong?"

Scratching his head in confusion, Ryunosuke Uryu looked at the 'devil' who was suddenly staring at him with a very dangerous gaze, wondering what he had done to upset the other party.

In truth, Tokiomi Tohsaka was unhappy about everything; in fact, he was furious. Even now, this guy was still toying with him. If it weren't for the Life Gem he possessed, which he had made a contract with his daughter, he might have actually believed the other man's lies.

If this guy is so unreasonable, then he'll have to do something less than elegant.

With a light snap of his fingers, Tokiomi Tohsaka left the room without looking back. Just as Ryunosuke Uryu was wondering why the Devil-kun had left, dozens of colorful, translucent birds flew in from the direction Tokiomi had gone.

The birds circled in the spacious living room, their glistening wings flashing with a sharp, cold light, their emotionless eyes coldly staring at the man they had surrounded.

'Pfft~'

The sharp blade pierced the skin, its gleaming edge slicing through muscles and tendons, severing bones, destroying organs, and tearing the flesh before it into a jumble of fragments.

In the dining room of Luo Xia's villa, the usual warmth had turned into noise and bustle. A dozen or so girls of all ages and appearances sat around the table, watching intently as Luo Xia, sitting in the middle, cut the tempting whole roasted lamb in front of him.

Pieces of mutton, steaming hot and glistening with tempting fat, were cut by the man and placed in pristine white bowls and plates. The girls around him passed them around, one after another, until everyone had a fragrant plate of mutton. Only then did Luo Xia stop what he was doing. He took the handkerchief handed to him by his obedient daughter, Xiao Ying, wiped his hands, and casually raised the juice that Jeanne had poured for him, smiling as he said:

"I've kept you all waiting. Let's start eating. This charcoal-grilled lamb is one of Ba's specialties. Everyone should try it; you won't be disappointed."

"Let's dig in!" *N

With the shy smile of the little girl with the bun-shaped haircut, dinner time at the Luo Xia family's house began.

Amidst the clinking of glasses and cheerful conversation, Luo Xia, always unpretentious, had no habit of remaining silent while eating or sleeping. On the contrary, the dinner table was always a good place for him to build rapport with others.

Although the constant influx of new members made dinner a little late, it didn't dampen the spirits of everyone present. Aside from a few curious kids being a little annoyed that their drinks were juice, everyone's face was beaming with joy. This included the twin-tailed little girl who had been abducted by Rorschach along the way.

After eating and drinking their fill, the adults took the initiative to clean up the mess and wash the dishes, leaving a group of lively and active little ones excitedly gathered together to watch a Blu-ray DVD brought by a certain red-haired twin-tailed girl, which made Aihara Enju, who had successfully "consecrated" the girl, let out a happy, silly laugh.

In the corner of the living room sofa, after actively approaching her for the entire mealtime, Loli Sakura finally stopped avoiding Loli Rin's touch and sat down with her.

"Seeing you living a happy life now puts my mind at ease. I was worried that you would be bullied in the unfamiliar Matou family, so I wanted to take you back even if it angered my father. But now it seems... you probably won't come home with me."

Still wearing her black and white cat-eared maid outfit, Rin looked up and glanced at Rorschach, who was cleaning the restaurant with Jeanne d'Arc, Medusa, and the others, with a complicated expression. She then sighed softly.

Sakura opened her mouth, but didn't answer immediately. After a few minutes of silence, she suddenly smiled brightly and said to Rin Tohsaka beside her:

"Don't worry, I'm doing very well here. Lord Rorschach has always been very kind to me and treats me like his own son."

"I treat them like my own children..."

Rin Tohsaka felt a pang of sadness, knowing that with those words from "Loli Sakura," her younger sister, 'Sakura Tohsaka,' would cease to exist. From this day forward, only one girl named Sakura Matou remained in the world, and she too had lost her sister forever.

"Then...can I come see you again in the future, Sakura?"

Sakura Matou stared intently at Rin Tohsaka, who was looking at her with a cautious gaze. After a moment's hesitation, she slowly nodded her head. It was her father who had abandoned her, not her sister; she wouldn't implicate anyone else.

"Sure, my home is right here. You're welcome to come visit me anytime. I'd love for you to come over..."

"Would you like to come visit 'your home'?"

A look of disappointment, unbecoming of someone her age, crossed Rin Tohsaka's face. Sakura's 'home' and her own 'home' were no longer the same place. Was her father's decision back then truly the right one...?

Rin Tohsaka doesn't know what the Holy Grail War is, nor does she understand why her father is so obsessed with the 'Root'. Although the adoration she has developed since childhood makes her trust her father very much, she has always opposed sending Sakura away.

Unfortunately, being so young, she had no say at all and could only watch helplessly as her younger sister, with whom she had grown up, left her side. Now, she couldn't even hear her sister call her "sister."

"I understand, Sakura. I'll come see you when I have time. It's getting late, I... I should go home too."

Rin Tohsaka glanced sadly at her calm sister before her, then walked dejectedly toward the door. However, just before she opened the villa door to leave, Sakura Matou's indifferent voice sounded behind her.

"and many more."

Rin Tohsaka trembled, turned around excitedly, and looked longingly at her younger sister who was slowly walking towards her.

Could it be... that Sakura is willing to go back with him?

You forgot your things.

Sakura Matou calmly raised her right hand, and in her palm lay a Peach phone.

"Oh."

The excited expression on her face turned to disappointment again. Rin Tohsaka listlessly took her Momoko phone from Sakura Matou's hand, turned around dejectedly, and prepared to open the door and leave.

"I've already entered my contact information into your phone. If you miss me, just give me a call... Sister."

Rin Tohsaka's hand, which was reaching for the doorknob, froze, and she turned around in disbelief. The little girl took a few steps forward with a look of surprise on her face, then suddenly grabbed Sakura Matou's small shoulders and exclaimed excitedly, "You... what did you call me?"

"elder sister."