The Evil Spirit's Chicken Dinner Game

"Your Majesty! This is too dangerous. Please leave it to us," Chevalier d'Eon said, stepping forward to the emperor he served.

Sanson, who was behind him, nodded. He was a nobleman who had served the royal family for generations. Although by his generation, due to his disapproval of the emperor and the nobles' behavior, coupled with his status as an executioner, he was ostracized by most people and had little contact with them anymore, he still maintained a certain level of respect.

"That's what I mean. Even if a locksmith as outstanding as you were to go to France, shouldn't we go with you?" Mozart said with a sarcastic smile.

Emperor Louis turned to the musician and said, "Shut up, Mozart. Although I also admire your piano concerto and forgive your childhood proposal to my wife, and your lingering malice towards her, Marie is my queen. I have no reason to hide myself and let another man rescue her!"

"I didn't appear here as Servant simply because I knew Marie was here and wanted to spend a peaceful life with her, so I gave up my Spirit Origin."

Otherwise, as one of only two emperors in Europe, and the only one in France to be executed, how could I not be well-known, and how could I not be qualified to become Servant?"Emperor Louis chuckled self-deprecatingly.

"Is that so, Sanson?" Emperor Louis asked the man, whose family had been responsible for carrying out executions in Paris for generations, as well as recording the last words of important victims.

"As you said, the spirit you displayed in your final moments, the brilliance you radiated during your last speech, was no less than that of any emperor throughout history," Sanson replied truthfully. Before the guillotine, although he respected the emperor, it was merely an obligation befitting a nobleman. But the emperor's behavior in his final moments earned his respect.

The unassuming, somewhat overweight man now exuded the majesty of a king, and no one could deny his resolve.

"I will save Marie, no matter the cost. So please help me! Everyone!"

Emperor Louis looked at the familiar faces around him: the knight he had neglected yet remained loyal; the executioner who had ended his life; and the child prodigy musician whose name he often heard from his wife.

"Of course! Your Majesty, it is my duty as a knight of the White Lily," Chevalier d'Eon replied loudly.

"Yes, Your Majesty, that is also what I wish for," Sanson replied.

"Ah, if we pull Marie out of the Black Mud, could I keep the part of the Black Mud stuck to her body?" Mozart said, seemingly very expectantly.

Emperor Louis then looked at the other group of boys and girls. He was grateful to have so many powerful individuals here: a boy from another world, like a savior; Astolfo, one of Charlemagne's twelve knights, a staple of bedtime stories; Saint Joan of Arc in a different guise...

"I know, Your Majesty," Shirou stood up to show his support.

"Thank you for your trust, Shirou." Emperor Louis looked at the boy and said with a smile, "It's a pity. If you had been born in my time and were truly Marquis, I would certainly have entrusted my Princess to you."

"What!?"

"Meow!"

Jeanne d'Arc and Tamamo Cat opened their eyes wide with alarm.

"Let's discuss how to proceed first," Shirou said, turning his head away.

Merlin analyzed, "Before that, we need to deal with the clones in the four areas that are constantly absorbing energy from the Black Mud Monster. However, we must eliminate them before the Black Mud Monster arrives. Therefore, we need to split up."

Emperor Louis stepped forward and said, "I'll handle that monster. In the meantime, you all go and deal with the monsters in those four areas."

"We will stay by His Your Majesty's side," Chevalier d'Eon quickly interjected.

"So, Your Majesty, you're simply no good!" Jeanne d'Arc, unlike former courtiers such as Chevalier d'Eon and Sanson, showed no respect for the King of France and spoke directly.

"Don't underestimate me. Jeanne d'Arc of Arc, who was hostile to France, do you still remember the magnificent Palace of Versailles? That was my domain." Emperor Louis looked towards his palace, and his entire Spirit Origin began to rise rapidly, now reaching the level of Servant or Phantom Beast.

"I really underestimated you, huh! Let me make this clear beforehand: whether you're a fool dreaming of wanting everything or a fool in heat, I can't be bothered with you. I'm just going to follow Shirou." Jeanne d'Arc crossed her arms and refused.

"I understand. Then Jeanne d'Arc will come with me. Does anyone want to choose their own street to go to?" Shirou nodded and then looked at the group and asked.

Tamamo Cat raised her hands and said with a smile, "The first street is a veritable paradise of debauchery, meow! Meow doesn't dislike that kind of dream, although I really want to stay with my master, but I'll leave that place to Woof."

"Then I'll go over there with the cat, it looks more fun there," Astolfo said, raising his hand.

"Okay, please, Tamamo Cat." Shirou said, patting Tamamo Cat's head.

"Master's petting technique is getting more and more skilled," Tamamo Cat said, squinting her eyes contentedly.

"Shirou ~! Me too, me too! Hurry, hurry up~!" Astolfo ran up, waving his hands and sticking his head out.

"Alright, alright, please, Astolfo." Shirou placed his other hand on the head of Charlemagne's Twelve Knights.

"Hehehe, Shirou, don't worry, leave everything to me," Astolfo replied with a grin.

"Well, Desire Dream Street to you all by myself. For a dream demon, those kinds of dreams are actually quite delicious," Merlin said with a smile.

"Yes, it's perfect for a womanizer like you," the crowd said, giving the Magus of Flowers a knowing look.

"So, the choice for the second street has been decided. The third street, the Sorrow Dream Street, or the fourth street, the Nightmare Street, anyone interested?" Shirou asked the remaining girls.

Chapter 187 Evil Spirit Battle Royale Game

"Yes, I'm not very good at those dark, sprawling places where a murderous demon might suddenly jump out," said Elizabeth, the red-haired Dragon Girl, touching her lower lip with her red finger.

"The people on Third Street are all crying and sobbing; they look so pitiful. Let me, Elizabeth, use my beautiful singing voice to save them! I'll definitely move them to tears!" Elizabeth puffed out her chest, took out her spear which had transformed into a microphone, and said confidently.

"Hmm... I'm Princess only one here who can resist her singing. Although I don't want to go out, I feel quite happy over there, so I'll go over there too," Hime no Toki said with a sinister smile.

"Well then, I'll leave the fourth street to Jeanne d'Arc and me. Please, everyone! Rescue the people trapped in this dream world," Shirou said, looking at the crowd.

"We also thank you all for your help to France. I will always remember your kindness," Emperor Louis said to the crowd.

"After all, it's a country Marie loves, I can't just sit idly by," Mozart said, shrugging.

"Well, we're all trapped in the same situation," Elizabeth said, shrugging.

"Princess, I've already added Shirou as a friend. Now I just want to get back to my room as soon as possible," Hime no Toki Osakabe said to herself.

"Hmph, France has been good enough to me, but I still need to settle the score with that Black Mud for forcing me to run away," Jeanne d'Arc said with a wicked smile.

So they split into five teams, each heading towards its respective destination.

Emperor Louis mounted the castle's horse and rode with Chevalier d'Eon, Sanson, and Mozart toward the Black Mud monster that lurked around Palace of Versailles.

Astolfo summoned Hippogriff, which carried Tamamo Cat into the sky.

Merlin, Elizabeth, Hime no Toki Shirou Jeanne d'Arc ran toward the entrance to the separated black city wall.

Shirou and the silver-haired girl arrived at this Nightmare Street. After passing through the black passage, they were greeted by corpses scattered everywhere, with blood still dripping from their wounds. The sheer number of corpses and the metallic smell of blood filled the air.

Both Shirou and Jeanne d'Arc had memories of battlefields far more brutal and with far more fallen corpses, but this place was far worse.

Stabbed by a sharp blade, chopped by an axe, smashed by a hammer, torn apart by some sharp weapon.

Even several corpses with the same appearance could be seen, indicating that the fighting was a never-ending cycle.

Some bodies were dismembered, so you could see seven or eight similar torsos, arms, and legs. It wouldn't be easy for a mortician to work here. Even if they could clearly identify the parts as belonging to the same body, piecing them together would be incredibly difficult. You might find that the body they picked up had an extra left hand, or both right feet.

The people fighting here are experiencing nightmares, seeing the images that haunt their deepest fears. They see themselves being chased by all sorts of terrifying monsters, completely unaware that their own current appearance is just as horrifying.

A clown with snow-white skin, red hair, and a red nose, holding a small knife and emitting a sharp laugh.

Hannibal held a dinner knife, sneering elegantly. Chainsaw-wielding killers, Pig Head People wielding butcher knives, mutated zombies, and all sorts of inhuman creatures—this was a monster's carnival.

"This looks like a street where people are constantly killing each other," Shirou said helplessly, looking at the corpses lying on the ground around him.

"What an outrageous place! I just want to burn it all down," Jeanne d'Arc said, frowning as she looked at the bloodstains everywhere.

The words had barely left his mouth.

"Gah gah gah gah!!!" A stench of burning came from ahead. A strange man covered in black scars, his whole body engulfed in flames, charged forward. The flames burned him, emitting a burnt smell, and ignited everything in their path. The area in front of him was quickly engulfed in flames.

"... I haven't set it off yet." Jeanne d'Arc stared blankly at the flames.

"Run!" Shirou grabbed Jeanne d'Arc's hand and pulled her to run in the opposite direction.

Screams echoed from behind as the strange figures, engulfed in flames, thrashed about, finally collapsing to the ground and rolling in agony, trying to extinguish the fire, but to no avail. The surrounding houses also caught fire, and the roads were engulfed in flames.

The fire-man continued cawing like a crow and then chased after them.

Resentment and hatred have been the source of curses since ancient times. Because this is a dream world, these monsters also possess the ability to harm Servant.

"This monster is disgusting, Shirou! Let me fight back! Fight back!" Jeanne d'Arc shouted, raising her flag.

"Over here!"

Shirou dragged Jeanne d'Arc into the alley around the corner and hid in a recessed corner. Fireman ran straight towards the alley entrance. In front of him was a bloated, fat green zombie. When the flames touched it, it exploded with a bang, and a huge heat wave erupted instantly.

"Aaaaaah!" A Black Shadow fell upside down from the roof of a building in the alley, right in front of Shirou's face, its mouth wide open with sharp teeth, and let out a scream.

Bump!

Shirou punched the upside-down bat-man to the ground, where he twitched once and then remained motionless.

Jeanne d'Arc and Shirou looked at each other intently.

"Um... well, it's probably time to take action," Shirou said awkwardly.

Jeanne d'Arc had no time to dwell on these things. The boy pulled her into the small space, and the two remained pressed close together.

"Shirou... how long are you going to hold me there...?" Jeanne d'Arc asked softly, looking at the boy's slightly flushed face.

"Ah, sorry." Shirou quickly let go, but because of the urgency of the situation, he grabbed the girl's hand.

"No, it's nothing. It won't hurt to hug you," Jeanne d'Arc said, her face slightly flushed.

"Um, Miss Jeanne d'Arc, could you please not put your hand on that area of mine?" Shirou said somewhat awkwardly.

"Huh? Shirou, what are you talking about? My hand isn't touching you right now!" Jeanne d'Arc said, spreading her hands with a puzzled look.

"Hmm? What exactly is this creepy feeling...?" Shirou turned around in confusion, and Jeanne d'Arc also looked behind the boy.

A pair of hands wearing cement-colored gloves were seen protruding from the wall behind Shirou, and were moving back and forth on the boy's buttocks.

"Huh? Huh!" Jeanne d'Arc's mouth dropped open. At this moment, she finally saw a human figure emerging from inside the wall, blending seamlessly with the gray-white cement wall.

This is a nightmare manifested by walls spying on humanity and swallowing lonely people into concrete—a bizarre 'Wall Man'—well, in this case, it should be called a Wall Woman.

"Oh? A nice butt suddenly appeared in front of me. Anyone would want to touch it, right?" The wall girl hiding in the wall waved her hands awkwardly as if to greet the two of them. Her mouth was a little wet, as if she had just drooled. Her fingers unconsciously rubbed her palms a few times, as if she was recalling the feeling from before.

"Who would do that?!" Shirou exclaimed in alarm, quickly putting some distance between them.

"Get out of the way, Shirou! -- Roar! My wrath!!!" Jeanne d'Arc d'Arc pulled the boy behind her and activated her Noble Phantasm, setting another house ablaze. As for the monster hiding in the wall, it had long since turned to ashes.

"Thank you, I feel like I've been saved," Shirou said, looking at the silver-haired girl.

"Caw! Caw!" At that moment, a crow-like cry came from outside, but it was urgent and painful.

In this battle, the Fire Man burned everyone outside, and then the Bat Man, who had been hiding in the alley, was defeated by Shirou. The Wall Woman inside the wall was dealt with by Jeanne d'Arc.

Then the Black Mud monster clone, which had been hiding in this street waiting for the battle to end, was unleashed.

Unlike the fully formed Black Mud monster in the palace, this clone was like a moving lump of flesh, without even obvious limbs, resembling a sticky mixture of Black Mud. Although it could change shape by mimicking, it would collapse and sink as soon as it was exposed to water.

It first lures the victorious Fireman into a swamp formed of Black Mud, dragging him little by little underground. As the winner, he will have the advantage of appearing ten minutes later, while the other corpses will be absorbed by the Black Mud monster's clone.

At this moment, the bat-man's corpse in the alley was also dragged into the ground little by little by the shadow of the Black Mud clone.

"Shirou!" Jeanne d'Arc reminded him.

"Don't even think about escaping!" Shirou Projection Suzuka Gozen's Great Pass Chain and Small Pass Chain from the fox JK, slashing at the emerging Black Mud monster. With the Buddha's sword of wisdom, he cut through the evil and the maze, severing the part of the Black Mud clone that had poked its head out, and the golden light of the blade vaporized it.

"Aaaaah!" The Black Mud clone let out a baby-like scream, leaped out from underground, and swirled towards Shirou.

Shirou leaped high into the air and rushed out of the alley with Jeanne d'Arc, arriving at the street outside where the walls were blackened by flames.

The Black Mud clones, lacking much intelligence, were like wild beasts; when provoked, they pounced, and Shirou and Jeanne d'Arc naturally wouldn't let this opportunity pass.

It wasn't difficult to solve; with the combined efforts of the two, they created distance.

The golden sword light split into dozens of blades, which precisely pierced into the Black Mud. These divine weapons, possessing the special effect of warding off evil, burned away a piece of the Black Mud with each piercing.

A large clump of Black Mud leaped up, stretching and becoming as thin as a towel, trying to wrap around the boy's head from behind.

"Shirou, watch out!" Jeanne d'Arc swung the flagpole in her hand like a spear, sweeping away the Black Mud. Then she unleashed demonic flames. The resentment and hatred from the battle were also the source of her magic power as an Avenger. The scorching flames ignited, setting the surrounding fragments of Black Mud ablaze.

It seems that because this Black Mud monster's clone has been hiding underground, Black Mud residue is hidden in various places underground.

The Black Mud swamp that had been created earlier to bury the fire people now wriggled up to the feet of the boy and girl, and suddenly attacked them, trying to drag them into the Black Mud.

"Drink! This is never going to end!!" Jeanne d'Arc roared, raising her banner and unleashing demonic flames that burned away the chunks of Black Mud that had split off from the Black Mud monster's clone.

"Aaaaah!" The Black Mud clone's screams grew softer and softer as its size shrank, until it truly sounded like a baby crying.

This time, the Black Mud clone evaporated under the combined attack of flames and golden sword light, and no more Black Mud crawled out from the ground, completely disappearing.

"Phew... It's over. I've had enough of this place, Shirou. Let's get out of here quickly," Jeanne d'Arc said.

"Now that the Black Mud monster's clones have been dealt with," it's even more thrilling than going to the world's most realistic and terrifying haunted house.

"Is that so? Then it doesn't matter. I wonder how the others are doing?" Jeanne d'Arc turned her head away. To be honest, she still thought it would be better to leave this godforsaken place as soon as possible. Although she was fearless and would burn anything she didn't like, she was willing to do so.

However, dealing with monsters that seem endlessly burning and can revive after death proved to be quite a challenge.

"Gahhhhh!!!" At this moment, a fiery figure burst out of the ground not far behind the girl, leaped high into the air, and let out a strange cry like a crow.

"Whoa! He's here!" Jeanne d'Arc was startled and immediately hugged the boy.

"Jeanne d'Arc? Calm down, calm down, that's just a nightmare, easy to defeat," Shirou said.

"Then hurry up and defeat it!" Jeanne d'Arc of Arc cried, hugging it even tighter.