As long as it did not interfere with his final "judgment" upon all humanity, a little less entertainment was no big deal.
At those words, people all over the world felt a sense of foreboding.
"Judgment? What judgment?"
"What did all of humanity ever do to you?"
"Damn, why does the King of Heroes feel like the ultimate final boss?"
"Undercurrents were surging, and the eighth Servant was hidden beneath the stage... This really had the vibe of a mastermind boss."
"Does anyone know Junko Enoshima?"
"Inside information: Junko from our world is an S-class wanted criminal."
"Uh, what did she do?"
"—She tried to create the greatest despair on a global scale. If she succeeded, all humanity would be endangered."
"I've never heard of that. Is it real?"
At a remote school in Hokkaido, thick storm clouds covered the sky. Evil Spirits with violent auras roared furiously, battering against the exorcism seals that bound them.
Not one of them was weaker than a B-Class Evil Spirit. There were even quite a few A-Class Evil Spirits, along with even more terrifying beings baring their fangs as they sought to regain their freedom...
"Oh? So 'I' appeared?"
Junko Enoshima stared at the Heavenly Curtain in surprise.
She had never expected that her Parallel World self would also be stirring up trouble.
"Then let's see whose plan succeeds first."
Her eyes gleamed, and the corners of her lips curled into a delighted smile.
Elegant and composed, confident and generous—who could have imagined that she harbored such extreme madness within?
In the end, Akihito Tomoya, the little expert at courting death!
"Master, you're back."
Inside the luxurious villa, Medea smiled gently, her eyes radiant.
This witch from Ancient Greek mythology had no idea that she was about to suffer betrayal once again, welcoming soul-crushing despair amid the trust she thought she had gained.
"...Medea, it's over."
At the door, Akihito Tomoya smiled, his eyes filled with cold and brutal malice.
After receiving the King of Heroes Gilgamesh's promise, he no longer needed this useless Servant. What kind of joke was a dragon who could not even summon dragons!
The only Servant he desired was one who could bring him victory.
"Master, what do you mean by that?!"
Medea keenly sensed that something was wrong. Her beautiful eyes widened, her voice trembled with panic, and her hands shook uncontrollably.
Fate, please don't let this happen to me again...
I only wanted to return to my homeland...
Won't you even grant me the right to dream?
She sobbed inwardly, overwhelmed by profound sorrow as the gears of fate turned.
"Crack—."
Akihito Tomoya sneered and casually tore off the exquisite talisman around his neck.
Medea clutched her heart, trembling all over as a trace of sorrow flowed through her eyes.
She had made that herself, hoping to bring her Master luck and ward off evil.
The man no longer bothered to hide his true colors. With a cold smile, he raised the scarlet Command Spells on his wrist.
"By the Command Spells, kill yourself, Caster!"
"..."
As a scarlet light flashed, an invisible force of magic power entered Medea's body.
Tears glimmered in the corners of her eyes. Though grief-stricken, she remained utterly silent. A faint glow blossomed in her hand, swiftly forming into an ornate dagger.
It was the crystallization of Medea's deeds in life, a Noble Phantasm born from the legend of the Betrayal Witch—Rule Breaker.
It was almost useless as a weapon, yet it was the ultimate anti-magecraft Noble Phantasm.
Anything struck by it would have all magecraft dispelled, though it could not affect any Noble Phantasm.
"Damn... That mage-breaking dagger—was Caster going to use it to kill that scumbag Akihito?"
In the Heavenly Curtain World, Hachiyuu Ryuu stared wide-eyed, feeling a little thrilled.
Who would not want to see that dead scumbag die?
Especially when he thought he had everything under control, smugly basking in his own triumph—only to suddenly suffer an unimaginable betrayal, staring in disbelief as he was killed.
Just thinking about it felt amazing!
"Big Sister Medea is so pitiful..."
The little girl with beautiful purple hair rubbed the corners of her eyes, wiping away tears of sympathy.
After hearing Medea's sorrowful thoughts, Renka Miyauchi deeply sympathized with her as well.
"Scumbag men deserve to die!"
The cute black-haired girl, Kagura Tsuchimiya, snorted coldly.
If she had been born in that world, she would have done everything in her power to kill that menace!
She might have loved food, but she was also Japan's renowned exorcism genius.
"Pfft—."
The dagger stabbed viciously into her chest. Medea's eyes were filled with grief as blood sprayed forth.
"Master, why are you treating me like this? Did I do something wrong?"
"...If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being too useless!"
Akihito Tomoya dismissed her contemptuously, then viciously kicked Medea in the face.
Bang!
The beautiful woman in the cloak fell to the ground, coughing blood with a pale face.
Without the slightest guilt, the man sneered mockingly. "You slutty fox, you filthy bitch. You descended as the weak Caster class, yet you can't even use your trump card Noble Phantasm, the Golden Fleece. How can you blame me for abandoning you?"
"You must have spent all your talent seducing men and practicing your bedroom skills."
"I..."
Medea hesitated, and her impression of Akihito Tomoya instantly crumbled.
She looked at the ugly man before her in disappointment, gripping Rule Breaker tightly. Her trembling hand still held a trace of hesitation.
Kind-hearted Medea was still considering whether she should kill him.
But Akihito Tomoya soon forced Medea to make her choice.
He stared fixedly at his own Servant, so jealous that he nearly crushed his back teeth.
Only now, when victory was already certain, could the man reveal the deep hatred buried in his heart.
"To be honest, I've been annoyed with you ever since I summoned you."
"You Witch of Betrayal, what gives you the right to possess such profound mastery of magecraft!"
"I built such a massive magecraft workshop, worked painstakingly for months, and used thousands of children as human batteries just to squeeze out a few magic crystals the size of thumbnails.
"Yet with a flick of your finger, you can condense magic crystals as large as a palm out of thin air..."
"When I cast magecraft, I need at least several seconds of chanting. Yet you can use High-Speed Divine Words without chanting."
"My magic bullets can only shatter walls, while you can blast a hundred-meter stretch into ruins."
"Why?!"
"If I possessed magecraft from the Age of Gods, I would have ruled the world long ago. Only I, Akihito Tomoya, deserve to wield such power."
"When I told you to teach me, you couldn't even do that... Useless! Useless!!"
"No wonder Jason abandoned you, stupid woman... What a stupid woman."
"Enough—!!"
Medea shouted furiously. Jason's name had crossed the line.
As the "Princess of Colchis," she had abandoned her homeland and forsaken her family, entrusting her happiness to that scumbag Jason. Yet he had grown tired of her and sought someone new, abandoning her ten years later to marry another woman.
From then on, she bore misfortune upon her back, remaining full of longing and sorrow until death, unable to return to her homeland.
Now that Akihito Tomoya had brought up the past again, he was undoubtedly rubbing salt into Medea's wounds.
She would never show mercy again. She wanted to forgive this hideous Master no longer.
People watched Medea with deep pity. Even as they sympathized with her, they also felt somewhat relieved—Akihito Tomoya, that scumbag, was finally going to die!
Comments flooded Observer Net like a tidal wave, and everyone indignantly stood up for Caster!
"Caster always meets scumbag men... My heart hurts, QAQ."
"Medea, don't cry, don't cry. I'll share my figurines with you."
"Although she was a woman who betrayed others, she was actually betrayed first, which was why she retaliated so fiercely."
"I remember studying Ancient Greek mythology before. In Medea's story, I think she represented the resistance of the oppressed."
"Even so, Medea in the myths wasn't actually a kind person."
"Who cares? Compared to that dead scumbag Akihito Tomoya, she's practically a radiant saint, okay!"
"That makes sense..."
"I already liked Caster because she was so pretty, but now I love her even more!"
"Go, Caster! Kill that scumbag Akihito!"
Akihito-brand human bone marrow wand—everyone who used it said it was great!
"Pfft, that made you angry?"
Akihito Tomoya sneered disdainfully, folding his arms as he looked down at Caster.
Faced with Medea's furious expression, he remained completely unfazed. In the end, Servants were merely "familiars" as humans understood them, incarnations of Heroic Spirits drawing upon the ley lines' magic power in the mortal world, restrained by Command Spells like reins.
If it had been the actual Heroic Spirit, Akihito Tomoya would naturally have been respectful and never dared act presumptuously.
But a mere Servant...
Heh~
"Pfft—."
Suddenly.
A sharp whistle tore through the air as Rule Breaker slashed past.
A right arm was cleanly severed, floating through the air as blood rained down.
Akihito Tomoya's pupils shook. His mind went blank for a brief moment as terror, panic, unease, despair... countless emotions flooded his heart in an instant.
He covered his empty sleeve in disbelief. When blood stained his hand, his mind abruptly jolted back to life, and the pain struck him all at once.
"—Aah, urgh, aaaaaah!!"
In an instant, that trash Master's agonized scream spread through the air.
Even his teeth were chattering. Understanding what had happened, he broke down and screamed at the top of his lungs.
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