Manager, give me a membership card too!

As for the effect?

Many of them, even he who prided himself on his erudition, could not recognize (Kamidai), but he had already determined the identity of one of them through experimentation.

Excellent resistance to magic.

While Tokiomi Tohsaka might not be considered an exceptionally skilled magician, he was certainly above average. However, his fire magic couldn't even penetrate the magical defenses of this maid outfit? While it was partly because he hadn't used his full power to avoid damaging the garment, it also highlighted the outfit's preciousness.

He took his youngest daughter, Sakura, and cared for her with great care and attention. He also interacted with his eldest daughter, Rin, using precious items that could improve her constitution and gifting her a set of magical costumes that were clearly custom-made for a young girl. Coupled with her immense strength and possession of the jeweled sword, Tokiomi Tohsaka became increasingly convinced that the so-called 'Rorschach' was actually their family's master, the mysterious Second Mage.

Otherwise, there is no way to explain everything that is happening now.

However, Tokiomi Tohsaka quickly recovered from the excitement and agitation of his family's legendary "master chef" paying attention to his family again, and fell into a state of fear.

Why did Master Gemstone come to Fuyuki without informing his disciple, his descendant, of anything?

Why did Master Gemstone secretly take Sakura away from the Matou family? Did he think my decision to send Sakura away was wrong?

Why did Master Gemstone meet with both of his daughters but refuse to see her? Rin said that when Master Gemstone invited her to dinner, he mentioned her and seemed very dissatisfied.

Did I anger the master chef? Did my actions offend that legendary magician?

What to do?! What to do?! What to do?!

Looking at his daughter's slightly shy and hesitant smile in the photo in his hand, Tokiomi Tohsaka's face...

Sweating profusely!

It seems the Jewel Mage definitely has a penchant for creating Mystic Codes; aside from the two magical girl wands in the Prisma Illya route, in Kinoko Nasu's original work, Rin Tohsaka has a magical box made by the Jewel Mage, a family heirloom, with the ability to distort time and space. One hour inside is equivalent to one day outside, and it can store a large number of items. I checked some more information, and the Kaleido Stick even has an official setting, predating Prisma Illya? It comes from Fate/complete material III World material, which is a setting book from before 2012. That old man, the Jewel Mage, is quite the player; Rin Tohsaka's magical girl character design existed before Prisma Illya! I remember now! Not only Rin Tohsaka, but several characters, including Kallen and Kohaku, have had magical girl settings. As expected of Kinoko Nasu, so when will the new Tsukihime series be released? In the py time, a post titled "Silver-haired Sora Girl, White Quality, Five Gold Each, First Come First Served" appeared. "Your sister's invincible charge and martial god kick, your sister's dual-wielding close-range soul-devouring absorption, are you just an observer while your sisters carry you?" "I'm a mage! How can a mage's actions be called observing!" Xu Ye declared vehemently. "Isn't Tohsaka Rin a mage? Isn't Fate a mage? Saint Byakuren almost smashed the boss to pieces with magic!" "What kind of cult are they? I'll teach them how a mage should play today!" With that, Xu Ye pulled out his massive... larger-than-himself Raidou Hammer.

Chapter 170 Cherry Blossom Dream

Chapter 170 Cherry Blossom Dream

With a feeling of weightlessness, as if he had missed a step on the stairs, Luo Xia returned to his villa on the outskirts of Fuyuki City using the system's teleportation function.

After removing the items he had brought from Sakura Tohsaka's boudoir, Luo Xia straightened his clothes, which were disheveled from the attack by the hidden weapon, and shook his head helplessly.

This little girl, really. It's just magical girl stuff, nothing to make a fuss about. Luo Xia not only knows she likes magical girls now, but he also knows she'll be playing one ten years from now—that'll be truly shameful.

Shaking his head, Luo Xia dismissed these worldly thoughts and scanned the still lively living room with his gaze.

Medusa, Gorgon, and Joan of Arc were talking in hushed tones in a corner. Judging from the blush on the saintess's face, the three girls must be discussing something strange.

Euryale was enthusiastically watching 'Tenchu ​​Girl' with Enju Aihara and the others, perfectly blending in with the little ones.

Anna and Chizu Natsuyo were playing chess at a small table nearby. Judging from their furrowed brows, the current battle must be very intense.

Tina, the owl girl, lay sleepily on Stheno's lap, enjoying the goddess's lap pillow service. Judging from the doting smile on her face, this older sister must really love these children who share the same fate as them and have also been persecuted by humans in the name of righteousness.

Those long, slender, snow-white legs were something even Rorschach had never rested on. But... carrying them on his shoulders wasn't so bad either.

His gaze swept past Stheno, who was looking at him with a half-smile, and Rorschach's eyes swept across the room again, his brows furrowing slightly.

It seems... one person is missing?

After looking at the girls in the room again, Rorschach found the name of the missing person.

Matou Sakura.

"Is Master looking for Sakura? I just saw her go upstairs."

Gently smoothing the soft hair of the sleeping loli on his lap, Stheno smiled and pointed upstairs, indicating to Rorschach that the person he was looking for was there.

He nodded slightly to the goddess-like lady to express his gratitude, which earned him a knowing smile. The goddess raised her hand to show him her phone, then chuckled and lowered her head to continue admiring the smiling face of the owl loli Tina.

Feeling the slight vibration coming from his pants pocket, Luo Xia revealed a knowing smile.

As he walked up the stairs of the villa toward the bedroom on the second floor, he took out his system phone from his pants pocket.

'Tomorrow night at midnight, at the abandoned temple west of the Isle of No Return.'

Smiling, Luo Xia marked the messages on his phone in his notepad, put away his phone, and pushed open the door to his room. Just as Stheno had said, the man found the 'missing' person here, his own daughter, Matou Sakura.

With a smile, Luo Xia entered his bedroom, intending to greet his daughter and ask why she hadn't joined Aihara Enju and the others. After all, it was Lori Sakura who had invited them; ignoring her friends and going upstairs alone to daydream was hardly the behavior of a well-mannered young lady.

"Sakura, you..."

Luo Xia was interrupted halfway through his sentence because he saw it. He saw the tear stains on the little girl's face as she turned around, saw that her eyes, which should have been crystal clear and as beautiful as amethyst, were now surrounded by a glaring red ring, and saw that her usually relaxed eyebrows were now slightly furrowed in grievance, as if the owner of those delicate eyebrows was feeling very down at that moment.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Without any hesitation or delay, Luo Xia quickly stepped forward, knelt down, and embraced the slightly sobbing purple-haired angel in front of him. His broad hands skillfully patted the back of the little person in his arms, comforting her wounded heart.

However, Rorschach's gentle comforting not only failed to soothe Matou Sakura's sad and aggrieved heart, but instead acted as a catalyst, completely igniting the emotions in the little girl's heart.

The barely audible sobs turned into low whimpers, and the pitiful whimpers transformed into unstoppable tears streaming down the little girl's face. Each tear was like a sharp knife, mercilessly piercing Luo Xia's heart, making him feel extremely distressed.

"What happened? Who bullied my lovely daughter? Tell me, I'll kill him!"

Luo Xia's voice was cold and cruel; he was truly angry. Normally, given his personality, he wouldn't bother with people unless they actively provoked him, but this situation was different. How dare they make my precious daughter cry? Did they really think they were a threat to me?

Hearing Luo Xia's murderous words, Loli Sakura didn't say anything. She just closed her eyes and buried her head in Luo Xia's broad and strong chest, almost greedily savoring the hard-won sense of security and the feeling of being valued and needed.

Although Luo Xia was still somewhat indignant at not getting the culprit's name, he didn't dwell on it too much. His immediate priority was to appease his beloved daughter. She was already crying her eyes out; what would happen if this continued?

Fortunately, perhaps Rorschach's return filled a void in Matou Sakura's heart. The purple-haired girl gradually calmed down, and eventually even began to make soft, cute snores.

Looking at the innocent sleeping face with a peaceful smile on her lips in his arms, Luo Xia sighed and reached out to wipe away the wetness from the corner of the little girl's eyes. He then quietly gazed at the bright white moon outside the window in a slightly awkward but comfortable position.

Darkness, boundless darkness.

In the ravaged city engulfed in flames, a small, purple-haired figure ran frantically, dodging the 'pursuers' behind him.

They were huge, black monsters with ugly appearances and piercing screams.

There were numerous, densely packed monsters that resembled some kind of insect.

There was a terrifying giant, tall and with disheveled hair, wielding a huge stone sword.

There was a hunched figure wearing a strange white mask and with one arm that looked abnormally large.

There was a man dressed in a blue bodysuit wielding a crimson spear, and a petite girl with a short stature and a stern expression, wielding some kind of unseen weapon.

There was another person who pursued her with the fiercest and most ruthless attitude.

It was a man with bronze skin, short, pale hair, and dressed in red. He held a pair of black and white short knives and followed her relentlessly as if he regarded her as his mortal enemy.

Barely dodging an arrow that burst forth with endless flames, the purple-haired figure, covered in scales, ran alone and helplessly through the dilapidated city ablaze with raging fire, desperately making a final struggle.

Suddenly, the purple-haired figure paused slightly, because two other figures appeared in front of her escape route.

She recognized one of the figures. Although the person was wearing a hooded sweatshirt that covered half of their face, she was very familiar with that chin.

"Sakura, keep running, keep running forward, I'll buy you some time."

The hooded man spoke these words, leading a figure clad in black armor beside him, and charged headlong into the pursuit of the purple-haired figure. The small, purple-haired figure stopped, hesitatingly looking behind him, only to hear the hooded man's hysterical roar:

"Run, run! Don't worry about me, run!"

Crying, the small, purple-haired figure didn't choose to stay and become a burden, but instead turned and ran towards the unknown future. The last thing she saw was the back of the hooded man laughing wildly.

I'm sorry... Uncle Kariya...

sorry...

Sobbing, the tiny figure fled in disarray through the burning city. Behind her, the giant's roar echoed once more, accompanied by the relentless, deadly footsteps.

Uncle Yanye...

Wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, the little girl climbed over the obstacle in front of her and was about to continue running away when an unexpected figure appeared before her.

An exquisite gemstone cane, a neatly tailored red suit, an impeccably styled haircut, and that familiar serious expression.

It's my father!

"Father! Uncle Yanye! Uncle Yanye is in trouble! Please go and save him!"

Staggering, she ran to that familiar figure. The small, purple-haired girl stretched out her hands, cut by sharp objects in the rubble, and tightly gripped her father's clothes, pleading pitifully in a sorrowful voice.

"Father! Father! Why? Why?!"

The small figure cried, constantly turning back to look at the group of people who had stopped chasing her and were slowly approaching her. The fear and helplessness on her face would touch anyone's heart.

Finally, the man in the red suit, holding a jeweled cane, moved.

Just as the small, purple-haired figure smiled, thinking the other was about to come to her rescue, the man with the elegant beard abruptly shook off the little figure's arm that was gripping his clothes, coldly uttering, "You are no longer my daughter." Then, he stepped aside, revealing the old man who had been waiting for him for a long time behind him.

"Hey hey hey"

The old man let out a piercing, dry, eerie laugh, like that of a night owl. His withered, shrunken body opened its arms, as if welcoming the small, purple-haired figure.

"Where do you think you're going, Sakura? You're already a member of the Matou family, why are you running away from my love?"

The aged figure moved forward slowly, each step causing the small, purple-haired figure to retreat in fear, until she had nowhere left to go and crashed into a body that seemed like an impenetrable wall.

Wild, unruly hair; scarlet eyes like those of a wild beast; and breath as hot as lava.

It's that black giant!

Desperate, the small, purple-haired figure collapsed to the ground in a sorry state. She looked one last time at the man standing quietly beside her, letting out a heart-wrenching cry for help, like that of a lost, orphaned animal:

"Father!"

The man didn't respond to her, but instead slightly turned his head to look in another direction. A golden-armored figure, who had appeared beside him at some point, was watching the small figure in dire straits with the same interest one would show an appreciative eye for a rare animal.

"Stop struggling, Sakura, come home with me obediently. Look, your Uncle Kariya is waiting for you too."

The withered old man chuckled, picked up an object from which a scarlet liquid was continuously flowing, and threw it at the feet of the small, purple-haired figure as if it were trash.

Reaching out to cover her mouth before she could scream, the small, purple-haired figure watched tearfully as the object slowly rolled down to her feet.

It was a face she knew very well, the face that had helped her fend off pursuers not long ago, but now that gentle face from her memory could no longer smile at her.

"No...no..."

The small, purple-haired figure clung tightly to herself, staring in terror at the approaching, gaunt old man. She wanted to escape; she wanted to leave this place. But she was already surrounded by bizarre monsters and indifferent men and women, with no possibility of escape whatsoever.

“Come to me, Sakura. Just like before, just like everyone else. Look, aren’t they happy?”

The gaunt old man chuckled and stepped aside, revealing the view behind him to the small, purple-haired figure in front of him.

Those were countless 'her's, countless 'her's' staring at her with blank and lifeless eyes.

That seemed to represent her entire life, a possibility for her future, and a predetermined ending.

Young and old, like her now, or even years or decades from now, with black hair, purple hair, silver hair, and even those with ominous crimson patterns wrapped around their bodies, all stared with lifeless and empty eyes at the small purple-haired figure in front of them.

"Look, my Sakura. They look so happy. They're waiting for you to join them. What are you waiting for? Go on, don't keep them waiting."

As the withered old man finished speaking, the "shes" all stretched out their right hands, revealing a chilling smile on their faces, as if inviting the small purple-haired figure to join their group, to enjoy the endless darkness and despair together, and to experience the wonderful taste of utter depravity.

"No, no! I don't want to!"

The small, purple-haired figure refused, staggering backward. With each step she took back, the others advanced, pressing forward relentlessly without yielding an inch.

"Help me! Someone please help me!"

Seeing the countless pale hands reaching out to her, the small figure instinctively hugged her head tightly and let out a final, desperate cry for help.

"Save me, save me!"

"Lord Rorschach!"

"boom!"

Thunder...suddenly erupted!

┭┮﹏┭┮The Kama Pond sank, and they didn't even give me a snow cherry blossom.

Chapter 171 The Eye of the Storm (4000+ words)

Chapter 171 The Eye of the Storm (4000+ words)

On a desolate winter night, even the moon seems colder than usual.

Having already informed Medusa by phone that he wouldn't need to warm the bed tonight, Luo Xia held Loli Sakura in his arms and quietly admired the bright moonlight outside the window.

The moonlight was as clear as water, and under its crystalline glow, Luo Xia felt his recently inexplicably restless mind calm down.

Suddenly, Luo Shana's brow, which had been gradually relaxing, furrowed, and his gaze swept subtly around him. In the shadows stretched long by the cold moonlight, some indistinct, unidentified object was quietly watching him.

Rorschach recognized those things; they were one of his daughter's 'skills'—tentacles formed from the purest magic power, a manifestation of the 'imaginary number' attribute remaining within her.

But doesn't this thing require Sakura's personal control to appear?