Chapter 43: Assassin Dies Again!

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Fifteen kilometres southeast of the increasingly chaotic warehouse district, the Fuyuki Church stood under the quiet night sky. A man in a black robe sat in the basement's darkness, his eyes tightly closed. To an outside observer, it appeared as though Kirei was meditating. However, what few would know is that his ears were hearing the howling sea wind and his eyes were watching sparks flying from the clash of steel. At that moment, the man's state was far from good. Sweat was beading on his forehead, and his hand gripped the armrest tightly, nearly crushing the steel pipe chair. "Kirei? Kirei! Kirei Kotomine!" A voice urgently called from a brass horn connected to an old-fashioned phonograph. The man groaned slightly at the external disturbance and finally opened his eyes. "I'm fine, Master." "Ah, that's a relief." The voice of Tokiomi came through the phonograph, clearly relieved. "What happened, Kirei?" With a troubled expression, Kirei spoke. "Assassin has been discovered, and the one who found him is... Berserker." "Ah..." An eerie silence descended. Assassin, who was known for his stealth, had been found by the wild and reckless Berserker. Kirei continued, his tone grim. "The telepathic link... hasn't been severed." "Ah, I see..." Tokiomi responded with a slightly troubled tone. "So, you are feeling Assassin's pain?" The telepathic link—this was a technique Kirei had honed over three years. It allowed him to share sensory information with his contracted servant, enabling him to monitor his servant's movements at a distance. In the context of the Holy Grail War, this was a highly practical skill, especially if one's servant was skilled in reconnaissance like Assassin. However, this ability had one drawback, it required the consent of the linked entity. For example, Tokiomi had been refused by Archer, who, being a proud King of Heroes, considered such a breach of privacy an insult. Kirei, still connected to Assassin, was enduring the same excruciating pain as his servant. While a normal human would have perished from such injuries, Assassin's servant nature prevented death. Still, the torment beyond death's grasp was something even hardened agents like him could not withstand. "Thank you, Master." Kirei said as he ended the communication and closed his eyes again. "No matter how much I focus, I can't make out anything about him—no stats, no information!" It wasn't just Rider. Even Saber, Lancer, and Irisviel could feel it. No matter how intently they observed, they could never get a clear picture of Berserker's appearance. The black armour around him seemed to distort like out-of-focus imagery. Sometimes, it split into two or three shadows, making it impossible to see his true form. It appeared that not only were their visual senses distorted, but even the Masters' abilities were being affected. Berserker had to be using some kind of special ability or curse, one that could confuse enemies and hide his true nature. "Even the Masters' abilities don't work?" Iskandar muttered. "A Berserker who can hide his identity... The quality of this Holy Grail War is truly something else." At that moment, the black knight stood on the street, facing Gilgamesh, the golden king, who stood tall beneath the lamplight. Between them lay the bloodied and battered Assassin, lying on the ground like some grotesque mixture of solid and liquid, twitching occasionally to show he was still clinging to life. But soon, a golden spear pierced Assassin's skull, mercifully ending his suffering. Gilgamesh, the one who threw the spear, didn't even look at the "ally" who had been killed. His eyes were locked solely on the pitch-black knight, his gaze burning with volcanic anger, akin to that of a serpent about to strike. Only Gilgamesh knew—Berserker's terrifying gaze was fixed solely on him. "You think I'll save him?" Gilgamesh scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. "How foolish." The swords and spears floating around Gilgamesh slowly turned, their sharp points now aimed at the new primary target—Berserker. "Die, mongrel. At least die with some dignity and entertain this king." With those cold words, the weapons shot forward, speeding toward their intended target. *** Hey readers! Want to read ahead? ???? Join my Patreon for early access to 30+ advance chapters! Your support helps me write more and bring the story to you faster. ????patreon.com/aarvan???? Thanks for being awesome! ❤️

Chapter 43: Assassin Dies Again!

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