The Oni Maid's Massacre / Roswaal Wants Shirou to Have His Baby ...

"Ah, as expected, you run very fast, more than five seconds faster than I expected." Ram turned to Shirou and said calmly.

Hime no Toki was also from another country. After her mother died, she came here several years ago to live with her biological father. Shirou saw that the little girl was helpless and offered to take care of her. Even without a father, he would occasionally bring her things to visit her.

In the story, she is just a weak woman; without Shirou, she would be a pitiful, helpless creature.

"It's okay if you don't force yourself, I will protect you." That's what Shirou said to her in the story. If he could successfully obtain the title and inherit the property, he would indeed give her a life free from financial worries.

Clang, clang, came from outside, the sound of hollow iron objects, like chains, clattering together as they swayed.

A black, circular shadow, accompanied by a whistling sound as it moved at high speed, slammed violently into Shirou's back.

Shirou, who was standing at the door, quickly jumped to the side.

Bang!!!

The wooden stake on one side of the doorway suddenly exploded, scattering wood chips everywhere, stinging Shirou's hands and face. Shirou opened his eyes and saw a basketball-sized semi-circular hole in the wooden stake and wall next to where he had just been standing.

The blue-haired maid Rem walked towards the room, a glowing horn sprouting from her forehead. Even more surprising was the black iron ball she carried, studded with spikes, resembling a flying meteor used by soldiers on the battlefield, propelled by centrifugal force. However, she wielded it like a chain scythe used by ninjas.

However, the flail that the petite girl was holding was almost the size of her head. It was solid inside, yet she lifted it up with ease, as if it were a rubber ball.

It was only then that Shirou realized the murderous aura he had sensed from the two maids that morning. He had initially thought it was because of his offense that had angered them. But now it seemed that they were not to be underestimated.

Thinking about it carefully, it makes sense. A powerful monster like Roswaal, with his servants by his side, who remained unfazed by the gruesome deaths and bloody scenes in several cycles of death, could hardly be just an ordinary character!

Chapter 724 The Slaughter of the Demon Maid

Two maids, one inside the room and the other blocking the hallway outside, both exuded a terrifying killing intent. The two girls were clearly not human; they seemed to possess Servant- level strength.

On one side are cold-blooded assassins who seem to use Magecraft to unleash sharp attacks capable of easily severing a human spine. There is currently no way to defend against them; once hit, death is certain.

On one side was a raging demon, wielding a chain hammer that was incredibly heavy; an ordinary person would struggle to even lift it. But in the blue-haired girl's hands, it moved as freely as a ball—she was practically a berserker.

"Shirou!!!" At that moment, footsteps came from the other side of the corridor, and the girls who had been chasing after Shirou also ran over.

"Don't come any closer!" Shirou shouted, turning around to face the blue-haired girl with the glowing horn that had sprouted from her head.

"Shirou- nii-san!!" At this moment, the girls behind also ran over. They saw Rem was obviously different and had become violent and fierce. Hearing Shirou's shout, they stopped in their tracks.

"Kyoko, take Ayase! Run! Tell the others to run too!" Shirou shouted to the girls who had followed them.

Ram let the blood soak her shoes, knelt down, and gently placed Hime no Toki's head on the bed. In a cold voice, she said, "I acted quickly, so she probably didn't feel much pain before she died."

"Stop! First you invited us into the castle to entertain us, and now you want to kill us! What exactly do you want?!" Shirou asked, looking at Ram.

Ram said, "Since there's no need for further hospitality... blame yourself, guest, because you've steered things off Roswaal's planned course, so we have to take matters into our own hands. But don't worry, you're the only male here, so we won't let you die."

"I'm an exception? Why?! Tell me your purpose!" Shirou looked at the pink-haired girl in surprise and pressed her for an answer.

"Not enough fear... Guest, even if you know the purpose, it won't change anything. How about you stay here? We'll explain to you what to do with you after we finish our work," Ram said calmly.

"Stop! Someone has already been killed. How can I let you run rampant?" Shirou strode into the room, staring at the remains of the deceased Osakabehime. Even though he was currently powerless to fight, he had to stop Ram and Rem no matter what.

"Guest, I advise you to give up; it will only cause you more suffering," Ram said.

"Rem! Ram! Don't hurt them! What did they do wrong? They're only fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls!" Shirou roared.

Ram's eyes flickered with sadness, but it vanished in an instant. She lowered her voice and said, "Yes, I didn't do anything wrong. If I had to pinpoint a mistake, it would be being born into the wrong family in the first place. But it was all part of Lord Roswaal's plan, and there was nothing we could do about it."

"So annoying! It's so tedious. I was hoping they could settle things among themselves, but they all just put up with it. They're good people, but good people can only die here! Hate me, the monster! Sister, let me kill them." Rem's Rem form became violent, her eyes gleaming with a terrifying light, like a wild beast emerging from the forest at night to hunt.

"Dying might be easier, but... Rem, remember those people I mentioned before are no good. Lord Roswaal is coming back soon, and they're still useful." Rem, with her pink hair, held a knife-shaped object in her hand, as if she were holding a sharp, invisible throwing knife, and spoke softly.

"Yes, sister, then kill the useless ones." The blue-haired girl Rem raised her chain hammer and said calmly.

Just then, a chair flew out of the room and crashed in front of the blue-haired girl.

Bang!!!

The blue-haired girl swung one hand and smashed it against the chair, shattering the sturdy wooden chair into pieces.

"Everyone, run!" Shirou grabbed a chair again and slammed it towards Rem, then rammed Ram from the side, hoping to hold them off for a moment. In the world of the story, his fighting power was severely limited due to his constraints.

"Guest, could you please not resist? Otherwise, I'll have to hurt you." Ram said coldly to Shirou.

"Don't worry about me, run! Sorry, Ram, your opponent now is me!" Shirou shouted, blocking Ram's view with his body.

With a whoosh!

Ram's eyes glowed crimson, and he made Hand Blade gesture, swinging it horizontally towards Shirou.

Shirou sensed something was wrong and quickly jumped up. Unfortunately, his current body was that of an ordinary person.

With a tearing sound, Shirou felt a chill in his lower body, as if a gust of wind had penetrated his bones and then passed through him from behind. Then he lost all feeling in his legs.

The moment Shirou landed, he lost his balance and fell to the ground. His legs, below the knees, wobbled twice before coming to a stop. But his body lay on the ground; his legs had been severed.

"Ughhhhhh!!!" Shirou let out a painful scream, and then blood spurted out from both sides, turning into four red sprays. The blood fell on Shirou, Hime no Toki 'Ram skirt, white socks, and black leather shoes, staining the entire room red.

Originally, this wind blade was meant to Shirou from the thigh down, but because of the height of the jump, it only struck the joint, just like the decapitated Hime no Toki, without encountering any obstruction.

"Shirou- nii-san!!" Ayase turned around in surprise upon hearing Shirou's voice and was about to run back.

"Sister Ayase! We can't go back, we..." Kyoko grabbed Ayase's hand, about to persuade her to run away, but before she could finish speaking...

Bang!!!

A huge, round, Black Shadow flew over and crashed into Kyoko's head.

"Kyoko..." Ayase's face was splattered with a lot of blood. She stared blankly at Kyoko, whose hand was still holding hers, but her head was gone, leaving only a headless body spurting out a lot of blood.

Rem's chain hammer smashed into Kyoko's head, her fierce eyes glancing at Ayase's stunned stomach. Without attacking, she lifted the blood-stained chain hammer, brushed past Ayase, and chased after the woman who had fled ahead.

The massacre was just the beginning; the blue-haired, horned demon showed no mercy in its mission.

Chapter 725 Roswaal Asks Shirou to Have a Child

"Aaaaaaah!!!"

In the dark corridor, every now and then an iron ball attached to a chain would fly out, destroying everything it touched along the walls. The girls being chased did try to fight back, but the swords they threw broke into pieces, the shields were smashed, and the roadblocks they set up shattered with a single blow; there was simply no way to stop them.

"Damn it! Where did this monster come from? It's even scarier than the Demonic Beast in the forest!" Kirino cursed.

"Nobody else knows either!" the Kuro Neko said through gritted teeth.

"There's no other way! Only if we escape can we call for reinforcements!" Kirino said clearly.

The difference in strength was simply too great; there was no way to resist. Kirino and the others could only try to escape, but they couldn't find an exit. It was as if a giant, infinitely long hand, hidden in the darkness, had formed walls, blocking the women's path!

The girls ran outside, but for some reason they kept spinning in circles, the sound of chains rattling behind them.

"Roar!!!" The light emanating from Rem's horns grew brighter and brighter, and her eyes became increasingly ferocious.

Amidst the chaotic chase, the girls' screams, pounding hearts, and cold sweat trickling down their necks drew the Black Mist surrounding the castle inside, where it merged with the Black Shadow and unknowingly seeped into their bodies.

The negative emotions within the girls were amplified, causing them to open every pore on their bodies in fright, through which a cold wind rushed in.

"Rem stays like this, she might go berserk. The black mist in this place is also dangerous for the Oni clan. We need to hunt her down now!" Ram glanced at Shirou was lying on the ground with no legs, then turned around and headed towards the door.

At that moment, a bloody hand reached out and grabbed the girl's ankle, which was clad in white stockings.

Ram stopped, turned around, and said coldly, "Guest, please let go. While I can't kill you, cutting off your hands is still within the bounds of what's permissible."

Shirou, lying on the ground, gritted his teeth and grabbed Ram's leg tightly, using his body weight to hold Ram back and prevent her from leaving.

"Don't go! I can't let you kill my sisters," Shirou said.

The world in the story, once outside, felt like a dream. But now, it's an incredibly real nightmare. Hime no Toki and Kyoko, as Servant, might be able to withstand it. But for humans, especially young girls in their prime, at such a sensitive and vulnerable age...

In this world, anyone who has died will inevitably be affected in reality. In fact, there have been rumors of people suffering psychological trauma, so Shirou cannot ignore such matters.

"Ugh!!" Shirou let out a groan of pain.

Crimson blood spurted upwards, dissipating like a spray.

"What a wonderful brother-sister relationship... I take back my assessment of the guest as just a useless stallion; you might be a remarkable older brother," Ram said admiringly, but just as she calmly sliced Shirou's hand, she strode outside.

Snap!

At that moment, Shirou reached out his left hand again and grabbed Ram's left leg.

"If you want to get through this, then kill me..." Shirou, already accustomed to the excruciating pain, spoke harshly. Only by dying could he start over, return to the time before any tragedy occurred, and escape this place with the other girls.

"As you wish!" A flicker of pity crossed Ram's eyes. Perhaps it was the man's selfless spirit in fighting for his sister that resonated with her, making her unable to bear seeing him suffer any more torment. Ram knew that if the man lived, an even more desperate hell awaited him.

Ram raised his hand, preparing to unleash his wind blade Magecraft.

"Hehehe, that won't do, Ram. You're quite stubborn, Shirou-kun." A strange male voice drifted over in a drawn-out, song-like tone.

"Lord Roswaal! It's..." Upon hearing the voice, Ram had no choice but to sheathe his Hand Blade.

"Roswaal! You never left here!" Shirou demanded, glaring into the darkness.

"Ah, congratulations! You got it right. Cherishing and protecting your sisters, maintaining their relationship, and guiding them to love each other—you're truly a model of a gentle older brother in the family. Even the chaotic black mist in this castle couldn't break you apart." Roswaal smiled as he emerged from a dark shadow.

"Roswaal! Tell Rem to stop! Don't hurt anyone! Tell me your purpose! Otherwise, I will never let you have your way!" Shirou roared angrily.

Roswaal ignored Shirou's words and continued, "You should know that this is a demonic mist that can amplify negative emotions such as jealousy, anger, and despair by more than tenfold."

"Even in this miserable state, you still haven't forgotten your sisters! What incredible Divine Power, truly remarkable~!" Roswaal smiled, looking down at Shirou, and clapped his hands.

"Then let me try and add some more despair..." Roswaal laughed, and with a wave of his hand, the same move, even faster than Ram's, landed on Shirou's left arm, and blood mist spurted out.

"Waaaaah!" Shirou screamed in agony, unable to hold on any longer due to excessive blood loss, and fainted.

After Shirou fainted, Roswaal smiled at him, muttering to himself, "As expected of... my descendant... In that case, I can look forward to even more what kind of new body I will get from the child you bear."

The pink-haired maid looked at Shirou with a complicated expression, hesitant to speak.

I don't know how much time has passed!

"Ugh!!!" Shirou woke up again with a start. He found himself lying in a completely unfamiliar place. The ceiling was solid, and the walls on all sides were made of large square stones. His back felt flat but hard and a little cold, as if it were a raised stone platform.

Shirou tried to sit up, but he couldn't control his body. He felt that the point of leverage was completely wrong, and his hands and legs were bound by something.

"Wait... my hands and feet are definitely broken." Shirou looked up and discovered that his hands and feet had been reattached. Only a highly skilled Magecraft proficient in healing Magecraft could do such a thing.

Shirou could feel that the severed parts had indeed been reattached, and the pain he could feel at the cuts was the best proof of that. The problem was that none of these limbs seemed to have originally belonged to him; they all carried the aura of different magical attributes.

Shirou even felt that he could now use some low-level Magecraft, and that his body was actually stronger than before.

However, Shirou couldn't be sure what had happened, because his hands and legs were wrapped in bandages at the cuts, and then bound with black, rubbery leather straps, so he couldn't move his limbs at all.

"Oh, you're finally awake." At this moment, a somewhat strange male voice came over. A tall man dressed as a clown was leaning against the sealed stone door. He then took a step and walked over.

Chapter 726 Roswaal 'Shirou Stallion Plan

"Roswaal, did you modify my body?" Shirou asked, tilting his head back with difficulty to look at the dangerous man dressed as a clown.

Roswaal chuckled and said, "Wow, you felt it? That's quite impressive. You must have heard that I'm a court mage proficient in all elements, so the body I need must also possess the appropriate attributes. Otherwise, even if I were reborn into a younger body, I would only become weaker, which would be meaningless. Therefore, it's necessary for the generation that gives birth to children to obtain magic power of all elements."

"You really want a new body that badly? Could it be that you've actually gotten weaker over the centuries? You've become a short-lived ghost who can't even sustain life if you don't change bodies often. Even if you change bodies, your soul will still be affected by the physical body. Do you even consider yourself yourself anymore? Your current psychological abnormality is proof of that," Shirou said sarcastically.

"It doesn't matter! As long as I can achieve my goal, that's enough." Roswaal spread his hands and exclaimed excitedly, "With all the elements combined with the power of the unknown black mist within this castle, my strength will definitely reach a new level. So please Shirou-kun, I will conduct the experiment in an environment that will make you feel happy. You and those children can accept this gift and enjoy the ultimate physical pleasure!"

"Roswaal, those children... how is my sister now?" Shirou asked, a bad feeling creeping into his heart.

"Ah, they're all here as actors now, just waiting for you to step in," Roswaal said, drawing out his words in a song-like tone.

"What? Where are they? What did you do to them?!" Shirou asked.

"Ah, why don't you see for yourself?" Roswaal snapped his fingers, and a multifaceted crystal appeared above Shirou, forming a screen-like effect.

At this moment, a cell appeared. Kirino, Eriri, and Kuro Neko all looked dejected, curled up on the straw-covered ground, their hands and feet chained, locking them inside.

The girls had various wounds on their bodies, and bandages wrapped around their heads and hands, indicating that they had suffered injuries of varying degrees, but at least they did not seem to be in mortal danger.

Just as Shirou was about to speak, the scene changed.

It was a girl with long black hair, Ayase. She was alone and had been arranged in one of the guest rooms. She sat on the edge of the bed, holding her belly with her hands, her eyes filled with worry.

There was another room, which was Saori's room, but he didn't see anyone there. Shirou recognized whose room it was by the furnishings inside.

But... there were still not enough people.

"Where are Kyoko and Saori...?"

"Ah, Miss Saori has already been taken to the bathhouse. Peeping at a lady isn't something a gentleman should do. As for Kouko-san, she was deemed useless, so Rem killed her." Roswaal said with a smile.

"You bastard... how could you so easily..." Shirou glared at Roswaal. He was a demon. The girls who were imprisoned were all girls who had gone berserk before, like Hime no Toki hiding in the room and Kyoko always gave in. They were killed because they had never shown any signs of going berserk.

Roswaal laughed instead of getting angry at this scene. His purpose was to make Shirou feel negative emotions such as anger and sorrow, and absorb that mysterious negative energy until he completely collapsed in the black mist and became a puppet of a stallion who vented everything on lust.

"What have you done to them! You went to such lengths to bring us here, then tried to force us to kill each other, and now you want to kill us too? What are you trying to do?!" Shirou asked.

Roswaal no longer concealed his intentions and said, "What I really wanted was for you to mate with these girls and produce gifted children. But you've all been so uncooperative. Originally, I wanted you to absorb the black mist outside until only one man and one woman remained. If that happened, I would reward you with titles and treasures."

"Do you know what you're doing?! We're siblings!" Shirou glared at Roswaal and said.