Attacked Church and the Last Heroic Spirit

Kairi Sisigou moved cautiously, his figure appearing and vanishing amid the shadows of Fuyuki City's church, as though he had blended into the night itself.

Moonlight draped softly over the eaves like a veil of silver, yet it could not pierce the gloom shrouding the church.

It was not as though he had never visited other Holy Churches at night before, but they felt entirely different from the church in Fuyuki City.

At night, Fuyuki City's church felt less like a place of worship and more like an execution ground for some religious tribunal.

"Saber, how does it look?" he asked quietly.

"No Servants, no Masters, but it's covered in bounded fields. This is probably their nest, Master." Saber in red—or rather, Mordred, the rebellious knight from the legends of King Arthur—looked somewhat grim. "But this presence... it's utterly disgusting."

Mordred was a battle-hardened knight, yet the magical energy emanating from deep within the church still made her feel nauseated.

Kairi Sisigou swept his gaze over the surroundings. He could sense the faint ripples of magical energy, like invisible tentacles trying to coil around his soul.

He was a mage who specialized in necromancy, and he possessed a sensitivity to the aura of death far beyond that of ordinary people.

He could clearly hear those faint yet enduring wails, drifting on the night wind, filled with profound hatred and resentment.

"They're the wails of children. And judging by how deep that hatred runs, this has probably been going on for far longer than a day or two."

Kairi Sisigou's face was full of disgust. He took a specially made cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and drew deeply, suppressing the displeasure in his heart.

"This isn't an evil that began because of the Holy Grail War. That priest started doing