Kirei Kotomine looked down at that face, at those eyes, the smile on his face growing more and more delighted.
"So it's true... you're also..."
Before he could finish, his voice caught in his throat.
A short dagger had pierced his back. His bulletproof cassock offered no resistance at all, and the dagger emerged from his chest.
Kirei Kotomine examined the blade protruding from his chest and swiftly assessed the situation: judging by the upward angle of the wound, his attacker was very short. Such a precise strike to the heart, so decisive and ruthless-a killer who had slaughtered countless people?
Was it Caren? When had his daughter learned something like this? He truly was an incompetent father!
Despite those thoughts, a smile still lingered at the corners of Kirei Kotomine's mouth. What agonizing death would Caren meet?
He murmured, his voice hoarse yet carrying a certain sick satisfaction, "The real Caren... is behind me."
Behind him, that small figure pulled out the dagger, and blood gushed from the wound.
But Kirei Kotomine did not fall. He turned around and looked at the silver-haired girl.
Caren stood behind him, holding the bloodstained dagger. "The one you pinned to the ground was Hundred Faces."
With delight on her face, Caren watched her father's dying struggles.
The dissolving figure on the ground changed to reveal Hassan's mask. The fragment of Hundred Faces exhausted her last strength and scattered into spirit particles.
"Ha..."
He clutched the wound in his chest, blood welling between his fingers, but his eyes burned with a light brighter than ever before.
"Caren... to think you would use such methods... substitutes, assassination... when did you learn all this?"
Caren did not answer.
She wanted to confirm that she had interrupted this man's pleasure.
"What are you smiling at?"
Kirei