The girl laughed happily.
At that moment, Shirou noticed that her shadow, cast on the wall by the moonlight, was swelling.
Karen's originally soft and beautiful wavy hair began to sway on its own without any wind, changing into something resembling a vicious, clawing arthropod.
The sword that had pierced her chest slowly slid out, and the girl crumpled back to the ground with a thud.
Then, when she rose again, the young Nun in Black Robe had already vanished without a trace.
"Sorry for the wait."
An unfamiliar woman with an outrageous appearance appeared in the room.
The woman had regular features and fair skin. Although she wore no makeup, her eyes and lips were extraordinarily seductive, while her messy, tied-up blonde hair had a reddish tint.
She wore an orange jacket, a black leather skirt, and high heels. The front of her top was daringly open, exposing even the hemispheres of her rose-colored lace bra.
She was very tall, with slender limbs. Her full breasts and slim waist exuded the distinctive allure of a mature woman.
A bright and approachable smile hung on the woman's face.
It was definitely not a fake professional smile. It was perfectly natural—yet it gave off a calm, spine-chilling feeling.
"..."
Karen held her breath, her expression vanishing.
Although Shirou had awakened her consciousness, her head was still groggy.
She could no longer remember how this woman had so easily gained her trust and taken control of her consciousness.
Unlike Natalia's situation at the time, when she had been a succubus hybrid, even now, recalling it made her body tremble uncontrollably.
The woman stared at the red-haired boy with a delighted smile.
"Nice to meet you, Shirou dear~
My name is Arach. Written in Japanese, it's Araku, and everyone in town calls me