Her eyes opened.
A knowing glint flashed in his icy blue eyes.
There are still True Assassin on this battlefield.
Hassan of the Lurk.
The Assassin who possesses a Noble Phantasm that can connect to the Underworld and pull targets into the realm of death.
This is a good opportunity to make use of.
What Ishtar feared most was the power of death.
The Underworld.
For the gods of Mesopotamia, that was the realm they least wanted to set foot in.
Sajyou Manaka's lips curled into a slight smile.
Then.
She activated her ability instantly.
Given her excessively high status.
Forced contract.
And he controlled Hassan of the Lurk.
In another corner of the city, Hassan of the Lurk, who was lurking in the shadows waiting for his chance, suddenly felt his body and will being seized by some irresistible force.
He tried to resist.
The ability to conceal one's presence with the EX version of the Presence Concealment is unparalleled.
But faced with the level of power and oppression wielded by Sajyou Manaka, his resistance was utterly meaningless.
Like an ant trying to shake a tree.
His body and will were completely out of control.
His target was forcibly locked.
Ishtar.
The command is simple.
Use the strongest means.
Kill Ishtar.
The body of Hassan of the Lurk emerged from the shadows.
A jet-black cloak.
A deathly pale skull mask.
He no longer needed his weapons.
Because he wasn't going to use the blade.
It's Noble Phantasm.
On the battlefield.
Ishtar was dealing with Enkidu's attack and didn't notice a figure appearing in the shadows in the distance.
Origami noticed.
Her gaze shifted to the suddenly appearing black figure.
"Um?"
That is--
Assassin?
Origami recognized that aura.
But this one has a more... profound aura.
Even more dangerous.
Sajyou Manaka's voice echoed in Hassan of the Lurk's mind.
"Start it."
" Meditative Sensitivity."
Hassan of the Lurk's body began to glow.
Black light.
He raised his hands.
Spread your ten fingers.
Black threads extended from his fingertips, weaving a giant net in the air.
"Zabaniya ( Meditative Sensitivity )."
In an instant.
Everyone on the entire battlefield felt it.
The air temperature dropped sharply.
The light dimmed.
The surrounding scenery began to blur and distort, as if seen through a thin gray veil.
Everyone felt as if they were in the Underworld.
Cold, death, decay.
Sajyou Ayaka shivered.
Richard's hand instinctively went to his waist.
Hassan of the Zealot lay on the ground, sensing the aura of death, her pupils contracted sharply.
Sigma hugged the Tsubaki Kuruoka even tighter.
The Origami felt this power as it floated in the air.
"This is... a concept that transforms the entire space into the Underworld..."
But this time, Hassan of the Lurk only had one target.
Or a god.
Ishtar.
Black threads extended from all directions, converging towards Ishtar.
Ishtar sensed it.
She felt the force of death approaching her.
For the first time, fear appeared on her face.
"No--"
"Don't want!!!"
She recognized the Noble Phantasm.
That is death itself.
That was a call from the Underworld.
That is what all the gods fear most.
"No!!! This goddess doesn't want to go to the Underworld!!!"
She unleashed a frenzied barrage of attacks, attempting to interrupt Hassan of the Lurk's Noble Phantasm.
But it was too late.
Black threads had already wrapped around her body.
Golden light and black threads intertwined, collided, and merged on her body.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
Ishtar only had time to let out a scream.
Then.
The black light completely engulfed her.
At the cost of mutual destruction, Hassan of the Lurk dragged her directly into the Underworld.
The black light dissipated.
The figure of Hassan of the Lurk also vanished.
His Spirit Origin began to collapse the moment his Noble Phantasm was activated.
perish together.
This is the price of this Noble Phantasm.
He disappeared.
Ishtar also disappeared.
silence.
The entire battlefield was deathly silent.
And the closest place to here Underworld.
Without a doubt.
This is the one controlled by Ereshkigal.
The Underworld.
Ereshkigal was standing beside her Soul Cage Spears.
Gilgamesh was not far away, leaning against a long spear, looking for an opportunity to escape.
Then.
Golden light shone at the entrance to the Underworld.
Two figures fell from the light.
One was a pitch-black, almost collapsed shadow, the remnant of Hassan of the Lurk's Spirit Origin, which completely dissipated the moment it entered the Underworld.
another.
A long, silver-white dress.
Long, golden hair.
Exquisite beauty.
Ishtar.
She lay on the ground of the Underworld, still struggling, trying to break free from the black threads.
But those threads disappeared the moment they entered the Underworld.
Because this is already the Underworld.
There's no need to delay any longer.
Ishtar got up from the ground.
She looked around.
Gray rock strata.
A dark blue space.
The Soul Cage Spears.
"This is... the Underworld..."
Her face was deathly pale.
Then she saw the woman in the black goddess dress standing not far away.
"E- Ereshkigal..."
Ereshkigal looked at her.
Looking at his younger sister, who had suddenly been thrown into his Underworld.
A rare, mischievous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Yo."
"Haven't seen you for a long time."
Ishtar's face turned even paler.
"You, what are you doing here too--"
"I've been summoned by a chain reaction."
Ereshkigal slowly walked towards her.
With each step taken, dark blue patterns would light up on the ground of the Underworld.
The Soul Cage Spears slowly rose from the ground.
"But compared to this,"
She stopped three meters in front of Ishtar.
"It seems you've wandered into my Underworld."
"And he came in as a deceased person."
"I... I'm not dead! I am—"
"I was forcibly dragged in."
Ereshkigal interrupted her.
"That's the deceased."
"In the rules of the Underworld, those who are pulled in are equivalent to the dead."
"And the ruler of the Underworld has the right to judge all the dead who come here."
Ishtar's pupils contracted sharply.
You wouldn't dare—
Why wouldn't I dare?
Ereshkigal raised his hand.
The space of the Underworld began to tremble.
"Etc--"
"It's too late."
Ereshkigal pointed his finger to the sky.
"Trial."
A bolt of divine lightning struck down from the dome of the Underworld.
Dark red lightning, carrying the deathly aura of the Underworld, struck Ishtar.
"Aaaaaah!!!"
Ishtar screamed.
But the lightning bolt didn't kill her.
It was burning away her power.
Each time.
They will all strip Ishtar of some of her powers.
Divine thunder is the instrument of judgment used by the lord of the Underworld.
It was used to strip the disrespectful of divine authority.
The second course.
Ishtar's body dimmed slightly.
"Stop! Ereshkigal! Stop!"
The third course.
The fourth one.
Ishtar's appearance began to change.
Her height is decreasing.
His face is becoming more youthful.
She gradually transformed back into a young girl from the appearance of an adult woman.
The fifth one.
Her long, silvery-white hair has become shorter.
The Six Paths.
The long dress had become ill-fitting and oversized because her body had shrunk to the size of a teenage girl.
The seventh one.
The final bolt of divine lightning struck.
The light faded.
On the ground of the Underworld lay a girl who looked like a child of about ten years old.
Her silver-white hair was short, only reaching her shoulders.
His face was so youthful, as if it had been erased by an eraser for years.
The white dress she was wearing had become an ill-fitting dress, dragging on the ground.
She lay on the ground, trembling all over.
Its strength is less than one-tenth of what it used to be.
Their powers and authority were almost completely stripped away.
She is now.
He was just an ordinary child with a little bit of supernatural power.
Ereshkigal looked at her.
The mischievous grin on his face disappeared.
Instead, a complex expression appeared.
Yes, it is satisfactory.
It's satisfying.
There was also a hint of... heartache?
After all, she's her sister.
But seeing her like this...
There is still some --
"Serves you right."
"Ereshkigal said expressionlessly."
"Let's see you be arrogant again."
"I'll teach you to smash my ceiling with the Bull of Heaven again."
"Now it's all right, isn't it?"
"He's become like a child."
Ishtar lay on the ground, raised her head, and her eyes were filled with tears.
"You're so mean..."
Don't give me that.
"You can stay in the Underworld."
"I'll consider whether or not to release you after the Holy Grail War is over."
"But before that,"
She pointed to Gilgamesh was leaning against the Soul Cage Spears not far away.
"If you have the energy, keep an eye on that guy for me first."
"Don't let him get away."
Ishtar glanced at Gilgamesh.
Gilgamesh glanced at Ishtar.
The two stared at each other for a second.
Then they both looked away.
"... Okay then."
Ten-year-old Ishtar got up from the ground and patted her oversized skirt.
The ground in the Underworld is cold.
Her feet felt cool against it.
"It's so cold..."
She muttered something under her breath.
Ereshkigal glanced at her.
Then he took a blanket from his cloak and tossed it over.
On the ground.
The battlefield has returned to calm.
Sajyou Manaka stood next to Gugalanna.
Its icy blue eyes gazed in the direction of the entrance to the Underworld.
She knew where Ishtar had gone.
I also know what Ishtar has become.
"Um--"
"Her sister should take good care of her."
She turned to look at Sajyou Ayaka and her group.
"Alright, the crisis is over."
Are you alright?
Sajyou Ayaka opened her mouth.
"Who... who exactly are you?"
My name is Sajyou Manaka.
"Didn't I just say I'm here to find my sister who ran away from home?"
Even though you're not my sister.
She tilted her head.
"But you share the same name as my sister, and you look quite alike."
"So I was in a good mood and helped you out."
"You're welcome."
Sajyou Ayaka: "..."
What exactly is the structure of this person's thought process?
Origami watched all of this from above.
The situation has once again undergone a dramatic change.