Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

At this moment, Samael's thoughts returned, and he got up and walked to the window, looking out at the dark and quiet courtyard, and casually asked a question.

"By the way, it's so quiet at home, are you all alone?"

"Yes."

Tokiomi Tohsaka nodded slightly, his gaze, usually filled with adult calculation, now softened with a touch of warmth.

"To avoid any accidents, I sent my wife and two daughters to the countryside this weekend."

Is it just the weekend? That means I'll probably be able to see that arrogant young lady in two days.

Samael recalled a greedy, willful, and unscrupulous goddess who piloted a celestial vessel. A slight smile played on his lips, and his eyes were filled with reminiscence.

At this moment, the two men standing side by side had surprisingly harmonious smiles on their faces.

Meanwhile, in an inconspicuous suburban dwelling.

"The gem! Who touched my gem!"

Inside the room, a little girl with black pigtails, curled up on the bed, rolled around with a furrowed brow and covered in cold sweat. Her hands reached out to grab at the air. With a mournful howl, she suddenly woke up from her nightmare, sitting up straight with a look of terror on her face.

As she turned over, a ruby ​​pendant slipped out of her silk pajamas.

Phew, the gem wasn't lost!

Instantly, the little girl's gaze focused on her chest, and she subconsciously clutched the ruby ​​pendant that had been running around. Overjoyed at the false alarm, she couldn't help but smile broadly and kiss her beloved item again and again.

This was a birthday gift from her father; it's very precious.

Legend has it that it was an artifact unearthed by an archaeological team hired by the father in ancient Babylon.

Along with this item, a very ancient snake molt fossil was also delivered.

The father seemed to have other uses for the snake molt fossil, while he gave her the ruby ​​pendant.

It is said that this ruby ​​pendant has been blessed by a mysterious power and has the effect of calming the mind.

Since wearing this gem pendant, Rin Tohsaka, who has been having strange dreams lately, is sleeping soundly.

For some reason, she suddenly relapsed into her old ways tonight, having a terrible nightmare where all the gems in her house exploded, leaving her penniless.

How could such an absurd thing happen?

Rin Tohsaka patted her chest gently, trying to reassure herself. Her tense mood gradually eased, and she lay back down on the bed, ready to close her eyes and go back to sleep.

In the darkness, those Tohsaka family's signature blue eyes had somehow turned into a ruby ​​color.

Stab it!

At that moment, a black motorcycle traveling on the highway, several kilometers away from the residential area, suddenly came to a stop.

The driver, dressed in a red motorcycle suit and a black miniskirt, with over-the-knee high-heeled leather boots, jumped off the motorcycle, took off his black helmet, and revealed a cascade of golden twin ponytails.

Tch, the signal's gone again.

The girl pulled out a palm-sized electronic device resembling a radar screen from her pocket, looked down at the dimmed light on it, and then glanced around at the desolate surroundings, feeling a headache coming on.

Is that guy still asleep? What an incompetent idiot!

The blonde girl with pigtails muttered to herself as she pushed her little motorcycle, looking for a place to stay. Her golden-red eyes were filled with frustration.

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"Ah!"

At that moment, Samael, far away at the Tohsaka residence, suddenly felt a chill approaching for some reason, and involuntarily, his nose itched and he sneezed loudly.

Strange, even though everything is under control, why do I have this bad feeling?

The ancient snake shook its head, dispelling the distracting thoughts in its mind. It glanced at Fuyuki City under the night sky outside the window and muttered to itself.

By the way, judging by the time, Kirei should have received the gift I sent her by now.

Meanwhile, at the port.

An ocean liner docked under the thick of night. As the cabin door opened, Kirei Kotomine, dressed in a smart black church uniform, with long hair flowing down his shoulders and a golden cross hanging on his chest, and a much more mature and composed appearance, walked ashore carrying a heavy suitcase.

Since dinner was still undecided, Kirei Kotomine headed straight to a nearby Sichuan restaurant, casually sat in a corner, ordered a plate of Mapo Tofu, picked up a spoon, and began to enjoy it.

The spicy heat split into two streams: one churned in the stomach, bringing real pain and interesting spasms, while the other rushed straight to the brain, forming a steaming mist. Large beads of sweat rolled down the sides of the forehead, and the clothes on the body gradually became sticky.

Kirei Kotomine swallowed the last spoonful of Mapo Tofu without changing his expression, poured himself a glass of warm water, then took out his medicine bottle, poured several pills into his palm, and swallowed them with warm water.

The taste is good, but the ingredients are a bit lacking...

The priest, who adored Mapo Tofu, casually unbuttoned a few buttons on his chest and secretly appraised it with a professional eye.

The reason he likes Mapo Tofu, a food that most people find hard to tolerate, is because the physical stimulation it provides makes him feel like he's still a human being.

The longer he used it, the more it became one of his few sources of pleasure.

However, he seems to find new enjoyment very quickly.

Kirei Kotomine took out an appointment letter bearing the seal of the Church from his inner pocket, and a pleased smile appeared on his lips as he looked at the text.

His elderly father, Kotomine Risuke, was summoned by Cardinal Laurentius, who was in charge of missionary affairs in the Far East, for some unknown reason, and had to go to Italy to report on his duties.

As for the Holy Grail War that is about to take place in Fuyuki City, he, as the son, will be responsible for taking over and supervising it.

Is this your gift?

The priest recalled the letter that arrived on the island almost at the same time as the appointment letter, and the whispers from Satan within it; his eyes gleamed, and the color in his eyes grew increasingly expectant.

It seems that Fuyuki City will soon become interesting.

Praise be to Satan!

Kirei Kotomine glanced at the tranquil city night view outside the door, tidied up the table, paid the bill, got up, picked up his suitcase, and walked towards the Kotomine Church not far away.

As they drew closer, the priest noticed a tall, slender figure under the streetlights, pausing and gazing at the closed church for a long time, seemingly lost in thought.

"Excuse me, are you here to attend worship?"

Kirei Kotomine stepped forward, his deep, magnetic voice echoing along the empty path.

The figure under the streetlight, hearing the voice reaching his ears, snapped out of his reverie, turned around, chuckled softly, and shook his head.

"I just came to see."

He was a handsome young man with an orange ponytail and green eyes. His backpack, casual clothes, and sneakers vaguely revealed that he was a tourist.

The young man exudes an approachable and easygoing aura that subtly inspires trust.

But as his gaze met those clear green eyes, Kirei Kotomine felt inexplicably uneasy, as if all his secrets and darkness were laid bare before this gentle young man.

The priest frowned slightly, subconsciously turned his head, and politely uttered the standard clergy greeting.

"It's alright, may the Lord protect you, and the church always welcomes lost sheep to come and hear the Lord's gospel."

"I would if I had the chance."

The orange-haired youth smiled and nodded, then tightened his backpack on his shoulder, walked past Kirei Kotomine in front of him, and stepped into the deep night.

Is this considered a welcoming ceremony for the new leader?

The priest glanced back at the young man's disappearing figure, a thoughtful look in his eyes. He then turned his head, composed himself, and walked towards the cathedral under the night sky.

At that moment, the orange-haired youth stopped and turned around at the corner at the end of the path. His emerald eyes looked at the church illuminated by the lights and the elongated shadow cast by the light in the rose window. A trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and he shook his head inwardly.

Surprisingly, another person who can't see the future.

Since arriving in Fuyuki City, this situation has occurred frequently. Could it be that some rules of the Holy Grail War have caused a distortion of destiny?

Or perhaps, my clairvoyance has failed me?

Or perhaps, there exists some specific factor in this land that can interfere with destiny?

The orange-haired youth thought about it seriously for a moment, but he couldn't figure it out.

However, the young man soon stopped pursuing the matter to the end, and instead looked up at the deep night sky and the dimly lit human city, and smiled.

Sometimes, it's better to leave things unknown.

Because uncertainty is what makes infinite possibilities possible.

Meanwhile, in Shinto, a brightly lit rooftop of a towering luxury office building overlooking the entire city of Fuyuki was ablaze with lights.

However, the pink-haired, gold-eyed female secretary in the office, wearing a navy cap and a pink and white OL outfit, was not organizing documents. Instead, she was idly fiddling with a pile of powerful weapons on the table, such as the OSV-96 12.7 anti-materiel sniper rifle, the PTRS 14.5mm semi-automatic anti-tank rifle, the AK-12 with a long wooden handguard, the AK74M 5.45mm, the Glock 17, and the Colt.

Her fair fingers fluttered like butterflies among flowers, quickly assembling, disassembling, and piecing together the gun parts on the table.

The pink-haired secretary was completely absorbed in the game and had a great time.

Behind the desk, a girl with long, flowing silver hair, dressed in a white court dress, sat quietly like a doll. She stopped stroking the steel-faced, iron-fingered, heavy-eyelid humanoid puppet in her arms, raised her icy blue eyes, and looked at the secretary who was not doing his job properly.

Why do you like this kind of boring game so much?

The pink-haired, golden-eyed secretary finished another round of assembly and turned around with a smile.

“Master, it seems you don’t understand the revolutionary progress that firearms have brought.”

"Progress? You mean, the efficiency with which humans kill their own kind?"

The silver-haired girl frowned slightly as she looked at a table of steel artifacts that seemed to exude the lingering smell of blood and gunpowder.

"If you only see the killing from above, it's too superficial."

"Then tell me, what is it?"

"It's fairness! It's a new order!"

Standing before the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the entire human city, the female secretary delivered a passionate speech. Then, she turned around, brandished the assembled Colt M1911 in her hand, released the safety, half-closed her eyes, pointed the muzzle at the silver-haired girl in the chair, and spoke meaningfully.

"God created mankind, and Colt made them equal."

"..."

Upon hearing this, the silver-haired girl's cheek twitched, and she fell silent, lost in absurd thoughts.

This logic seems to be correct...

As the last princess of the Romanov family, her once noble status and the dynasty she depended on seemed to have been easily torn to shreds by this very thing.

With the development of the times, the gap in individual abilities has been drastically narrowed due to the advent of firearms.

Even the lowest serfs, who toiled like cattle, could command respect and courtesy from even the most aristocratic lords simply by possessing this item.

After all, regardless of status, everyone only has one life.

"Thank you AK, for making all beings equal, hurrah!"

The pink-haired secretary picked up a classic masterpiece from that land from the table, raised the butt of the gun, and made a mocking declaration with feigned seriousness.

However, the silver-haired girl opposite him couldn't help but stiffen her expression even more.

However, the pink-haired secretary at the table seemed oblivious to the awkward silence and asked with a smile.

"Master, would you like to find one you like for self-defense, or I can help you pick one out. I strongly recommend you try this Glock. It's small, lightweight, and easy to conceal, making it very suitable for women."

“Miss Koyanskaya, thank you for your kindness, but I hate guns and I hate soldiers even more.”

The last princess, seated on her chair, couldn't help but roll her eyes and decisively refused. She defiantly raised her right hand, which bore a scarlet mark, and glanced irritably at the malicious fox opposite her, frowning and snorting softly.

"Also, I have a name, just call me Anastasia."

Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova was the last princess of the Romanov dynasty in Tsarist Russia.

A lonely soul that should have died, a living ghost.

According to established history, the family should have been shot dead by rioters who broke into Yekaterinburg one night in 1918.

But the day before he was killed, his brother Alexei revealed to his sister Anastasia the secret that was only to be passed on to the Tsar.

It is said that each Tsar was accompanied by an "incredible being".

It was a being that would sometimes protect the Tsar and sometimes harm him, capricious, unpredictable, and impossible for humans to see.

Vi, who was either a fairy or an elf, made a pact with the Romanov dynasty and was served as a familiar to maintain the lifeline of the Romanov family.

Anastasia didn't take it seriously; she simply listened to it as a bedtime story to soothe a child.

After all, in the three hundred years since the Romanov dynasty was founded, there had never been a case of a member of the royal family successfully summoning this so-called guardian.

However, on her deathbed, Anastasia, lying in a pool of blood, inexplicably chanted the summoning incantation her brother had told her.