Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Chapter Thirty-Two: The Fate of the Emiya Family

"Alright, we've had our drinks and our meal. Let me see what the mission is this time."

As her thoughts returned to their original state, Natalia checked the complete stock of firearms and ammunition while asking her superior at the counter for information.

"In such a hurry, can't we stay a little longer?"

Samael, who was cleaning the wine glasses, frowned and couldn't help but try to persuade him to stay.

"There's no other way, I need to eat. If this continues for a few more days, I won't be able to afford food..."

Natalia spread her hands, her eyes filled with helplessness and resentment.

Influenced by the playful nature inherent in his fairy bloodline, this bounty hunter was also a generous hedonist who didn't let his wealth linger overnight. Apart from the necessary weapons and equipment, his consumption of other luxury goods was also quite high.

Drinks and cigarettes are usually a major expense.

If the budget hadn't been running out again, she wouldn't have come to apply for assignments and work for her superiors.

Since that was the case, Samael didn't try to stop him any longer. He simply turned around and took the latest mission intelligence from the fax machine in the bedroom.

As he was about to hand the fax to Natalia, the ancient snake glanced at the contents of the paper, his gaze lingering for a moment before he shook his head helplessly, stuffed the fax into his pocket, and brought over two glasses of wine.

"Come on, let's have one last drink before we go."

"what happened?"

Natalia's throat bobbed slightly. As a seasoned drinker, she couldn't resist the temptation. She subconsciously reached out and took the glass of whiskey, clinked it lightly with Samael's, and casually asked him a question.

"The higher-ups' orders are that you and I will carry out this mission together."

The ancient snake picked up its wine cup, took a small sip, and then thoughtfully revealed the truth.

"What's the reason?"

Upon hearing this, Natalia paused in her work, her delicate brows furrowing slightly.

"Because according to intelligence, the Holy Church and the Magic Association have also become involved in this matter."

Samael casually handed a photograph and a fax to Natalia and explained them carefully.

The photo shows a young man with black hair and black eyes, wearing glasses, who looks to be around thirty years old and has a very refined appearance. He is holding a sleeping baby in his arms.

"This is?"

The female nightmare observed for a moment, then looked at Samael with a probing gaze.

"Emiya Norikazu, our target this time, is a fourth-generation magician who is skilled in using magic to control the flow of time with his Reality Marble. He has been expelled from the Mage's Association and his magic research has been ordered to be sealed. He is a rather dangerous guy."

Years ago, his wife died at the hands of pursuers sent by the Mage's Association. Currently, according to intelligence, this guy is on a small island in Southeast Asia, seemingly conducting some forbidden research.

The ancient serpent explained the general situation to Natalia.

Time magic? And to the point that the Mage's Association has to send a designated seal executor, that does sound a bit tricky.

Natalia frowned in thought, slightly wary, before realizing another crucial point.

"What is his research subject? It's not just the debt collectors from the association, but even those charlatans from the church have come to join in the fun."

"I don't know, but I'll probably find out when we get there."

"That's right. When do we set off?"

"Delay may lead to complications; the sooner the better!"

Samael downed the whiskey in his glass in one gulp, his eyes subtly darting around.

"What about them?"

Natalia pointed to the two little girls busy in the kitchen and looked at her guardian with a teasing expression.

"It's alright, I'll ask someone to take care of them before I leave."

Samael agreed without blinking, while simultaneously searching his mind for a suitable candidate.

Speaking of which, that idle wolf seems to be quite free lately, so why not go for her?

At the same time, the wolf-eared deity, who was comfortably sleeping naked on a buckwheat pillow, suddenly felt a chill down his spine, his hair stood on end, and he sneezed loudly, waking up from his sweet dream.

Evening, near the suburban airport.

The two travelers, after having their tickets checked, entered the cabin, put away their luggage, and sat down in their seats, closing their eyes to rest and wait for departure.

Of course, both men in their passports were law-abiding citizens, and their luggage contained only normal clothing and toiletries. The real contraband had already been secretly shipped en route, ensuring they could retrieve the necessary equipment upon arrival.

During the brief wait, Natalia, who had ordered a glass of red wine, sipped it slowly and nudged her companion who was reading a novel next to her, muttering to herself.

"By the way, since we're carrying out a joint mission, can we reimburse the cost of ammunition this time?"

"Heh, you want to fleece the company? Dream on!"

Samael rolled his eyes at his colleague and firmly refused.

Natalia, still undeterred, continued to press for answers.

"Half, half is fine too! Isn't this a joint operation?"

"Could you share half of your commission with me?"

Samael put down his book and asked with a cold laugh.

"Tch, get lost!"

The female nightmare demon, whose sore spot had been touched, immediately raised her middle finger and gave him a cold look.

Don't even think about asking her to cut meat before she's even eaten the bone!

Profiteer!

Natalia, still resentful, couldn't help but curse at someone in her heart again.

Just as the two were joking around and killing time, the Airbus accelerated and took off from the runway, quickly soaring into the sky.

As the aircraft shook and made noise, the two men, who were leaning down to chat, subtly changed the subject of their conversation.

"how many?"

"More than ten, two in the third row from the left from the back, three by the window on the right, and three at the very front. They all seem to be charlatans from the Holy Church."

Natalia's eyes flickered subtly as her gaze swept over the several figures in black robes in the cabin, and she generously shared her valuable experience with her companions.

"See? They have silver metallic glints on their arms, which should be crosses they're wearing. The pattern and style are easy to recognize. Also, they habitually cross their hands in a prayer gesture. These few simple signs are enough to determine that they are definitely agents of the church. If you see them alone in the future, try to stay away. These guys are ruthless killers."

Samael listened attentively to this kind offer, adopting a humble and receptive attitude, and occasionally asked questions.

"What about the people from the Magic Association?"

"I didn't see them. Their styles are too mixed to judge. Besides, although this is the fastest flight from the local area to Aimingego Island, we may not necessarily run into that group of magicians. After all, there are many ways to get to your destination. What are the chances of such a coincidence?"

Natalia answered casually, and then, as the plane broke through the chaotic airflow and gradually stabilized, the two looked at each other and tacitly changed the subject.

After a flight of approximately 20 hours, the Airbus arrived at its destination smoothly in the afternoon, and passengers disembarked from the airport one after another.

Samael noticed that the person in charge of greeting the group from the Holy Church at the entrance was a middle-aged man with long hair, wearing a golden cross on his chest, holding a Bible, and with a serious expression. Beside him was a young man with silver hair, golden eyes, and brown skin. The faint smile on his lips gave people a sense of closeness.

Suddenly, the silver-haired youth seemed to notice something and abruptly stopped and turned his head.

The middle-aged man stopped and turned around, frowning as he asked.

"Shiro, is something wrong?"

The silver-haired youth glanced at the hurried crowd, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes. After a moment's hesitation, he shook his head slightly.

"Father, it's nothing, maybe it's just my imagination."

Meanwhile, outside the airport, Samael glanced back at the church group as they walked away, a pleased smile playing on his lips.

Is it him?

We met so soon, that's interesting...

So, the middle-aged man next to him is...

Tsk tsk, the Kotomine family and the Emiya family, what an unresolved long-standing feud.

"Let's go! If we keep spacing out and they beat us to it, are you going to pay my wages?"

Hearing Natalia's complaints beside him, Samael snapped out of his reverie and reluctantly followed.

As the two stepped out of the airport, a gust of hot wind, typical of Southeast Asia, swept over them, and dark cumulonimbus clouds were gathering.

A storm is about to hit this small island.

Chapter Thirty-Three: Kill them all!

At the island travel agency, Samael and Natalia took each other's luggage from their respective mailing parcel lockers, nodded to each other, and walked towards the dense forest hidden on the outside.

After a rustling sound, the two men hid the prepared weapons and ammunition inside their large trench coats.

Natalia watched her teammate skillfully disassemble and inspect the two ornate pistols in her hands, and couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

"You can handle a gun?"

"Come on, I'm a member of the council, and I've practiced self-defense to breathe the air of freedom."

You call this self-defense?

"Yeah, if I kill them all, I'll be safe."

Samael rolled his eyes and scoffed, brandishing his fully loaded pistol with a slightly teasing tone.

These two pistols are black and white, with the inscriptions "Ebony" and "Ivory" engraved on their bodies respectively.

Ebony... white ivory?

Natalia secretly deciphered the meaning of the words, and as a gun enthusiast, she naturally couldn't resist stepping forward to take it and examining it carefully for a moment.

The ebony pistol is black, while the ivory pistol has a silver-white finish. The pistol's design resembles the Desert Eagle, with a twisted, sharp, curved grip. Both pistols are decorated with different shades of wood grips and portraits resembling Victorian women. The hair color of the two women represents the pistols: black hair represents ebony, and blonde hair represents ivory.

Holding the pistol in my palm, I felt an indescribable sense of harmony and lightness, as if my fingers were resting on the black and white keys of a piano. Once I calmed down, I could compose a beautiful melody of death with the gunfire.

"Want them? Too bad these two won't do. They're rare treasures of mine. If there's a chance in the future, I can design a set for you."

"free?"

"Dream on! 30% off at most!"

Samael snorted and snatched his beloved gun back from Natalia's hand with a hint of annoyance.

Upon hearing that money was involved, the female hunter immediately lost interest and turned her attention to the task of earning a living.

"Where shall we go next?"

"There are markers on the map. Let's go to the nearby village first and find a child named 'Xia Lei'."

Samael put his beloved gun back into its holster, then took out a map with a red route drawn on it from his black briefcase and pointed it forward.

The Emiya father and son had long been on edge due to the Mage's Association's investigation, and even if they landed on Emmygo Island, they would probably obscure their names and identities.

Therefore, it would probably be difficult to approach them directly.

The girl who was in charge of receiving them, named "Xia Lei," was a renowned genius girl on the island. Despite not having attended primary school and being taught reading and writing only by church priests, she earned her master's degree at the age of 13 through correspondence education, relying solely on her rich curiosity about knowledge.

Getting her name and home address was incredibly easy.

Following the clues, finding Emiya Norikaze became much easier.

Of course, Samael also had a small personal motive behind making such a decision.

This child was the catalyst for the tragedy on Emmygo Island, and a wedge that changed the fate of many people in the future. If that had been prevented, perhaps things would have been better.

"Let's go, it's time for us to leave."

With his thoughts racing, Samael jotted down the route, stuffed the map into his briefcase, and then led the way, with Natalia close behind. The two of them moved with incredible agility through the dense forest, leaping and dodging among the branches, heading towards their destination as the sun began to set.

In just half an hour, thanks to their superhuman physical abilities, the two arrived at the village and the child's house, only to find it empty. Helpless, Samael had no choice but to show an ID and ask a few villagers nearby.

"Are you university professors here to admit her? Xia Lei, that girl, she seemed to have gone to the farm east of the village earlier, but she seemed to be in a hurry and wouldn't answer any questions. Could she have gone outside the village specifically to wait for you?"

"To be admitted to a foreign university despite not meeting the usual requirements, this kid is really something!"

"Yes, she was only a teenager when she was able to leave the village and go to university. What will she be like in the future?"

"No way, I'll have to give my brat a good spanking later, so he'll learn a thing or two from me!"

With Franklin leading the way and the buffs from his knowledge and status, they quickly learned of Xia Lei's current whereabouts from the enthusiastic and envious villagers.