Everything Was Tokiomi's Fault

In the early hours of the morning, Fuyuki City's harbor was damp and cold, with virtually no sign of anyone alive.

After all, a serious "gas explosion" had occurred here not long ago.

So the harbor authorities, police, and fire department had completely sealed off the surrounding area.

Until the exact cause was determined, no one was allowed near it.

In fact, ever since the Holy Grail War began, gas leaks and explosions had been cropping up endlessly throughout the city, almost as frequently as diarrhea.

At its worst, the news reported it four or five times a day. Who knew whether the natural gas company would go bankrupt because of it?

Allen really wanted to know whether the Church and magi responsible for covering up the truth knew no excuse besides this one.

With that thought, he turned and glanced at Uryuu Ryunosuke, hanging from the highest point of a crane.

At this point, this guy no longer resembled the "sunshine boy" he had been while slaughtering women and children. Instead, his face was twisted in pain as he wailed incessantly, occasionally displaying an expression of warped, pathological pleasure.

He was completely naked, impaled through the "back door" by a thick steel bar that emerged from his throat and mouth.

That was right!

Allen had deliberately imitated Vlad III's method of impalement, setting this psychopathic serial killer up near the harbor in hopes of luring out the French Marshal.

After all, this kind of torture could inflict enough pain and visual shock without causing too much damage to the body's vital internal organs. Even after several hours, the victim would not die easily.

It was said that some masters proficient in the art could even make their victims scream for two or three days.

Unfortunately, it seemed he had