Primate Murder

"It's that demon!" the fanatic roared, his face contorted in fury just before he vanished.

Jesta Carl used Command Spells to summon her away.

Yuxian was startled; the accident happened so suddenly that he was caught completely off guard.

"I can sense where my sister is," Illya said quickly.

"Let's go! Let's head over there and settle the score with that guy from last time!" Yuxian made a decisive decision.

"Teacher Chiron, you take the Kagarioka Tsubaki and go back first."

Chiron nodded. He was confident that Yuxian had enough fighting power around him, and the presence of Ereshkigal made him feel at ease about Yuxian's safety.

Kagarioka Tsubaki was very well-behaved and didn't say much. She wasn't the kind of child who would cause trouble, and obediently let Chiron take her away.

Guided by Illya, Yuxian and his group headed towards the location of the fanatics.

In a dilapidated house on the outskirts of Snowfield, near the western forest.

Jesta smiled and said to the fanatic, "My dear, you haven't forgotten me, have you?"

The fanatic rushed toward Jesta without hesitation.

"Zabaniya!"

The Noble Phantasm was unleashed immediately, but this time, with his defenses in place, how could Jesta possibly allow the fanatics to succeed as he had last time?

He deftly evaded the fanatic's attack.

"Are you so happy to see me? You're such an impatient person!"

"Don't rush, we have plenty of time to talk things over."

Jesta continued to verbally harass the fanatic, which only fueled his rage.

Her attacks came in waves.

"Dream Marrow!"

"Imaginary Computer!"

"Broken Thought Temperature!"

"Meditation Nerve!"

Attacks rained down on Jesta, and with Illya's mana supplying him, the fanatic could freely use all his abilities to fight.

Inside this dilapidated house, the already run-down furnishings became even more cluttered and broken.

Dust filled the air, and various debris flew around under the bombardment of the fanatics.

Jesta did not retaliate, but simply dodged the fanatics' attacks as if playing around.

It must be said that this Dead Apostle possesses extraordinary strength, and it would be quite difficult for a fanatical assassin like myself to defeat him head-on.

Moreover, he has consistently avoided fighting.

Have you vented enough?

While dodging, Jesta said, "If that's enough, can we have a proper talk?"

"Come to think of it, we haven't had a proper conversation yet, like other Master and Servant do."

The fanatic ignored her completely and roared, "The best way to get along is for you to die!"

Happy New Year!

Chapter 41, Section 555 Primate Killer

Fardius is having a hard time with his Yuxian time.

Yuxian, this unexpected intruder, finally came into his view.

Surrounded by several Servant doing inexplicable Yuxian, Yu Xian couldn't fathom their intentions.

Unexpected factors always cause distress, and he doesn't know how to handle his Yuxian.

Now that the Holy Grail War has progressed to this point, any external factor could affect his ability to achieve his goal.

Yuxian and his group had reached a point where they had no choice but to deal with the situation.

Fardius frowned deeply, pondering a solution.

"Um?"

Suddenly he sensed a change in the shadow behind him.

"Are you back?"

The real Assassin has finally returned to his side.

"You've been back for quite a while. Did something happen?"

Fardius asked softly.

The real assassin didn't answer; in fact, he didn't know how to answer either, and he himself found the whole thing very strange.

He clearly sensed that someone was following him, but no matter what he did along the way, the other person did not show their identity, as if they were simply following him.

He didn't want to return to his Master's side like this, as it would bring instability to his Master.

However, as time passed, he began to believe that it was all a delusion, and thus returned to Fardius's side.

He was also very confident in his ability to Presence Concealment; among all the Hassan, his ability to hide was the strongest.

Fardius waited quietly for a while, and when he found that the shadow behind him did not move at all, he did not ask any more questions. He knew that this was a Servant who did not talk much.

I've always communicated with him through text.

The return of the real Assassin gave Fardius immense confidence.

Just as he was worrying about Yuxian's affairs, this brought him another option.

Fardius remained silent for a long time.

"Next mission..." He pointed to Yuxian, who was rushing across the screen, "... assassinate him!"

After a pause, he pointed to Ereshkigal and said, "This should be Ereshkigal, the Underworld Goddess. Be careful, and retreat if you are not confident."

After a few seconds in the silent room, a line of text appeared on the screen.

"Yes..."

The true assassin accepted the order and left, paying no attention to the Underworld Goddess that Fardius had mentioned.

This is not the underworld. Without the blessing of power, even the Underworld Goddess is confident that he can remain undetected.

His concern wasn't how to approach and carry out the assassination, but rather how to escape afterward.

As Servant, fulfilling his Master's orders is of utmost importance, and he will not back down even if there are slight risks.

The shadow silently left Fardius's side, and less than a moment after returning, it set off again to carry out a new mission.

Assassins are beings who are either on a mission or on their way to one.

As for that slight unease in his heart, he completely forgot about it at this moment.

That being hadn't shown itself to attack him for so long, and even when he deliberately exposed huge openings on many occasions, the other party still didn't make a move. He could only conclude that the other party had no ill intentions towards him.

Such a being harbored ill intentions towards him; he would have already perished on the spot, with absolutely no possibility of returning.

Guided by Illya, Yuxian and the others rushed to the location of the fanatics without stopping.

After traversing most of the city, we arrived at the western part of the city. The environment here was quite dark, unlike the bright lights and bustling atmosphere of the city center.

Even the starlight shining down at night couldn't erase the darkness.

Behind the prosperity lies a dilapidated state, revealing another side of this modern metropolis.

"It's just ahead, not far," Illya reported to Yuxian, pointing ahead.

"They are fighting." She felt the surge and loss of magic within her, realizing that the fanatics were engaged in battle.

"Let's go!" Yuxian moved toward the direction Illya indicated without hesitation.

Mash and Ereshkigal were on guard around him; the dim environment heightened their vigilance to prevent any accidents from happening.

As they got closer, they heard constant sounds coming from inside the house—the sounds of battle.

He prepared himself and broke down the door.

The interior was in terrible condition; the house, ravaged by battle, was unusually messy and dilapidated.

The fanatic looked rather unwell, panting heavily.

"Oh? You actually found this place, that's really something."

Jesta blinked in surprise, feeling somewhat troubled. He hadn't expected the fanatics to be so resilient, continuing to attack him even after so long.

The appearance of Yuxian and his group made him want to escape; he was unwilling and did not intend to confront a being like the Underworld Goddess head-on.

Yuxian sensed his thoughts and said calmly, "This time you can't escape!"

He couldn't let the other party escape again. The situation was special in the dream world last time, but here, he absolutely had to keep the Dead Apostle in front of him.

His methods were far more numerous than the other party had imagined.

If we let them get away after all that, it would be incredibly embarrassing.

"Then give it a try!"

Jesta clearly understood that his current situation was unfavorable, and he did not hesitate to use the last Command Spells.

"Kill them!"

The fanatic paused as he lunged at Jesta, and as she struggled to resist, he slowly turned around and charged at Yuxian group.

Her face was filled with resentment, rage, and other emotions; such a scene was an absolute insult to her.

"Hmph!" Illya was very angry, and she gripped the Ruby Wand in her hand.

"Ruby, maximize magic output!"

She already felt extremely embarrassed that Jesta had summoned the fanatics when she wasn't paying attention earlier, and she would never make the same mistake again.

So what if it's Command Spells? With a large supply of magic power, it's possible to resist the Command Spells's command, and Illya is very clear about this.

Illya's magical power was so immense that even she herself was unaware of it; perhaps only Ruby knew.

A massive surge of magical power flooded the fanatic's body, and she slowly stopped moving, struggling and resisting. The light of the Command Spells and the light of the magical power remained locked in a stalemate.

Jesta frowned; he had underestimated his opponent.

Taking advantage of everyone's attention being drawn to the fanatic, he turned around without hesitation and prepared to leave.

"Fu—"

A light cry rang out, and Jesta's face showed an expression of extreme panic.

It was just a simple pet bark, but it made him feel as if he were facing a prehistoric behemoth.

He began to tremble, his body out of control, unable to even move a finger, let alone his feet.

"What is it! What is it! What is that?!"

His mind was screaming; he didn't understand what this was.

Fou jumped off Mash's shoulder, took small steps and walked gently to Jesta, tilting her little head up to look at him.

"Fu?"

"It's you! The Primate Killer!" Jesta cried out in terror, his face filled with disbelief and deep despair.

"Why are you here!? Weren't you always by Lady Kurohime's side? Did she come too?"

"No, no! That's impossible!"