Chapter 236: [236] The Dire Consequences of Masochistic Spiritualist Constitution

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Chapter 236 - [236] The Dire Consequences of Masochistic Spiritualist Constitution J-Sector Leyline Anomaly Point, located in the New City. Tonight, Sakatsuki planned to resolve this anomaly point. However, what he hadn't anticipated was that despite the Servant-class spirit cards here being extremely fragile, their inherent nature inflicted severe injuries upon his companion, Caren. The Servant's class was Caster, and its true name was Mephistopheles, originating from the work Faust. While not a demon itself, it had formed a contract with an unknown demon, twisting both its past and its very existence into something monstrous. Naturally, it carried the extraordinary traits of a demon. Even Sakatsuki couldn't predict what kind of Servant-class card would emerge from the endless pool of Heroic Spirits, let alone the fact that throughout humanity's long history, beings who had dealings with demons and still managed to become Heroic Spirits were exceedingly rare. And yet, Caren had encountered a "demon." The moment they entered the Mirror World, Sakatsuki heard a faint "snap"—the subtle sound of muscle tearing. The scent of blood hit his nostrils instantly. Startled, he turned his head, only to see the silver-haired girl's face twitching, contorted in pain. In the end, unable to bear it, she curled up as blood streamed from her body like a flowing stream. —Masochistic Spiritualist Constitution. If a demon appeared near her, her body would automatically react by manifesting wounds, typically accompanied by pain. Caren, being the daughter of sinners (both her father and mother), was only accepted by the Church due to her ESP, the "Masochistic Spiritualist Constitution." Because of this, the Church regarded her as an indispensable tool, akin to a living demon detector. As both a nun and a demon radar, her workload was immense. A normal person wouldn't last even a month under such conditions. Sakatsuki had proactively brought Caren along to assist him at headquarters, partly with the idea of giving this girl—who, even by Type-Moon standards, lived a difficult life—a bit of a break. Yet, only a few days after arriving in Fuyuki City, she was already suffering such torment. This wasn't just an ordinary person possessed by a demon—it was a Servant incarnating as a demon. The sheer quality and quantity of its presence alone were enough to completely crush a mere human like Caren. "Damn it! Kill him, Ig-Alima, Sul-sagana!" It was his fastest projection ever. The dual swords of slashing shot out, one sealing off any escape routes, the other destroying the body. This was also the most insignificant Servant-class card he had—one so useless that the person who obtained it had simply discarded it into Imaginary Space. Immediately after, he scooped up the immobilized Caren and hurriedly exited the Mirror World. Using transposition magic, he returned directly to the Church. "Danzou, bring the medical kit, now!" "Yes!" Understanding the urgency, both master and servant moved at full speed. In an instant, they had their tools ready. Sakatsuki projected a long table and soft cushions, gently placing the girl—fragile as a porcelain doll—upon them. "You should have medical data recorded, right? I'm leaving the rest to you—treat her wounds as quickly as possible!" Sakatsuki pushed the tools to Danzou, while he himself stood at the church's entrance, listening to the sound of medical instruments clinking behind him, along with the girl's small, barely suppressed whimpers of pain. After a long moment, he let out a deep sigh, his face filled with guilt. He had only wanted to slack off a little and have Caren write the reports for him, but instead, he had gotten her injured like this. What a massive miscalculation. "Master, the treatment is complete. Miss Caren has also fallen asleep." "Is that so..." Sakatsuki nodded. "You did well." He walked into the church softly. The bloodstained cushion had already been replaced by Danzou. Silver moonlight streamed in through the church windows, gently illuminating the sleeping girl's face. Wrapped in the serene glow of the moon, under the gaze of angelic statues, the nun—born with ESP—lay still in the center of the altar, like an offering. No, she was an offering—one who mutilated herself to seek out demons. Sakatsuki remembered: through years of self-inflicted pain, Caren had already lost vision in her right eye, and her sense of taste was fading. Because of that, whenever she could still taste something, even if it was so spicy it felt like hellfire, she would consider it heavenly. That was also why she had inherited her father's peculiar tastes. Kirei Kotomine was someone who derived pleasure from pain, while Caren simply couldn't perceive taste unless it was painfully intense. Among Type-Moon's many tragic characters, she was undoubtedly one of the most pitiful. Sighing, Sakatsuki brushed a hand against Caren's cheek, his fingers trailing over her cool silver hair. His golden eyes, gazing down at her, held a trace of pity. "But since this was my mistake, I'll take full responsibility." "...There's no need for guilt. And don't look at me with those eyes—it disgusts me." Though her eyes remained closed, Caren still spoke in that cold, distant tone. "Did I wake you?" Sakatsuki raised an eyebrow. Instead of backing off, he shamelessly pinched Caren's cheek. "Your superior is personally taking care of you, yet rather than feeling grateful, you're expressing dissatisfaction? My, my, you really are..." "You're just being unnecessarily meddlesome." Caren opened her golden eyes, staring directly at Sakatsuki's mischievous hand. "These wounds will heal on their own once I wake up—ugh!" "Oh? So you can still feel pain? I was beginning to think you'd turned into a female Terminator." His expression remained flat as he increased the pressure of his fingers. "I was right here, yet you planned to just deal with this on your own? How little do you think of me?" Just before Caren could snap, Sakatsuki finally let go. However, he then leaned down, his posture assertive, and whispered while locking eyes with her. "Since this was my mistake, I'll take responsibility." "Whether you agree or not, until you've fully recovered, you're staying put. Understood?" Caren stared back at him, then after a brief pause, forced a weak smile. "Should I interpret this as... concern? Concern for a mere Church tool? A whore who lures demons?" Before Sakatsuki could respond, Danzo interjected, "Based on my prior examination, Miss Caren, though severely injured, remains chaste." "Thanks for the clarification, Danzou." Sakatsuki smirked, watching Caren avert her gaze awkwardly. "It seems our dear young lady is soft all over—except for her mouth." "S-Shut up!" For the first time, Caren seemed flustered. She promptly closed her eyes. "I'm going to sleep!" The next moment, she felt herself being lifted. "...What are you doing?" Caren instinctively tried to resist, but her body was too weak. "Didn't I say I'd take care of you?" Sakatsuki grinned mischievously, adjusting his grip on the petite girl—who, despite being 2cm taller than Artoria, weighed even less. Then, he began walking toward the depths of the church. "If you sleep like this, you'll catch a cold. Obviously, I'm taking you back to your room." "...You don't plan on watching me sleep, do you?" "Ahaha, of course not." In the end, to prevent Caren from forcing herself to move—even if it meant reopening her wounds—Sakatsuki obediently (and somewhat dejectedly) retreated to his own room, focusing on his research into the Third Magic. With healing magecraft, he could have fully healed Caren that very night. However, she had adamantly refused, citing "the Church rejects heresy." Left with no choice, Sakatsuki had to comply. Knock, knock! "Come in." The door opened, and Danzou, her long black hair cascading down, entered. "Master, a message from the Holy Church headquarters." "Read it." "Yes. The message is as follows: 'The Lord praises your selfless risk-taking. If possible, please extend aid to the priests of other cities. The Merciful Father shall bestow upon you the grace of life.' End of message." "Hm. Looks like my goal was achieved. Caren is resting now, so Danzou, I'll leave it to you to coordinate with the other Churches and gather intelligence on leyline anomalies." "As you command." With that, the night's discussion ended. Once Danzou departed, Sakatsuki resumed crafting his Third Magic Mystic Code. As time ticked by, a small, cube-like device—resembling a smartphone—gradually took shape in his hands. *** Hey readers! Want to read ahead? ???? Join my Patreon for early access to 30+ advance Chapters! 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Chapter 236: [236] The Dire Consequences of Masochistic Spiritualist Constitution

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