Following along with Kafka all this way, Emiya discovered that this battleship was ridiculously huge, and the powerful people inside were far more than he had expected.
What's worse, their numbers were still steadily increasing.
At this point, going to assassinate Kafka would do more harm than good. Even if he managed to kill her, Vera, once her consciousness returned, would very likely be subdued by the other strong fighters.
Then Emiya's chances of even getting close to Vera would increase geometrically in difficulty.
His body and mind were already exhausted to the limit. After much thought, Emiya forcefully suppressed his urgent desire to keep searching for Vera.
After careful inspection, Kafka's dressing room turned out to have powerful soundproofing. Given Kafka's peculiar hobby, besides her, no one else was likely to ever enter here.
Emiya planned to take advantage of the sound of running water in the bathroom and hide himself in Kafka's pile of clothes.
After Kafka left, he could take a good rest, restore his energy, and then continue planning his next move.
But as luck would have it, Kafka had run out of body wash in the bathroom and came out to grab another bottle, right at the moment Emiya jumped down from the ceiling. Their eyes met.
The situation was unbearably awkward. The two of them stood staring at each other in shock for a moment.
Emiya was the first to react, bolting at full speed. Kafka's sharp scream immediately rang throughout the entire battleship.
"Ganjiang, Moye!" Facing the combat robots that rushed over to block the doorway, Emiya didn't hesitate to project Kanshou and Bakuya.
These two weapons were efficient, low in mana consumption, and perfect for the situation.
Emiya's countless years of battlefield experience had honed his combat skills to perfection.
After just a few exchanges, he had already grasped the combat robots' weaknesses. Using these as a template, he quickly deduced the weak points of the other robots as well.
With just a few strikes he wiped them out. As he ran madly toward the exit of the battleship, Emiya projected exploding arrows, blasting down any enemies trying to gather in his way.
"If this is all you're capable of, then today you're dead for sure!" Just as the exit came into sight, the Stellaron Hunter Blade suddenly appeared, blocking his path with an ancient sword covered in cracks.
At this moment Blade's expression was twisted with mania. His demonic body was about to flare up.
Originally he had planned to go to Kafka and have her suppress it with her speech-art, but when he saw Emiya, his powerful thirst for battle immediately crushed his reasoning.
Right now he only wanted to fight.
"Big talk, aren't you, kid!" Emiya fired another three-shot volley of exploding arrows to shatter the robots chasing him, then rushed at Blade with Kanshou and Bakuya in hand.
Clang!
The clash of short weapons. Emiya felt like he had run headlong into a speeding dump truck. The enormous force transferred through Kanshou and Bakuya into his arms, the flesh splitting open with cracks of blood.
Not letting up, Blade seized the moment while Emiya was rigid and hacked down once more. Emiya had no way to dodge; he could only raise Kanshou and Bakuya in both hands to block.
Crack!
Under Blade's blood-red frenzied gaze, that ancient sword that looked about to fall apart actually shattered Emiya's Kanshou and Bakuya outright, then came slashing down on his shoulder with unstoppable momentum.
"Heh!" A cruel grin spread across Blade's face, yet instantly froze there.
The Emiya who had looked like a reckless brute suddenly moved with silken precision, sidestepping the blow.
Kanshou and Bakuya reappeared in his hands, one stabbing into Blade's heart, the other into his temple.
"Hahaha, exhilarating!" As if the ones stabbed in two fatal points were someone else entirely, Blade's grin only grew more frenzied.
'What the hell is this!'
Feeling an intense wrongness, Emiya immediately abandoned Kanshou and Bakuya, pulling back fast to flee.
But the delay was enough, the other Stellaron Hunters aboard the battleship had all arrived at the scene.
"I surrender, you guys win." Knowing the times, Emiya obediently squatted down with his hands on his head. "At least can you explain one thing? Just what kind of monster is that guy?"
"Get up, did I let you surrender!" Like a child whose cake had been stolen, Blade raged, raising his ancient sword to chop Emiya's skull.
"Sit down!" At the critical moment, Kafka's voice drifted in.
And Blade really did stop immediately, hugging his ancient sword and obediently sitting on the floor. The frenzy in his eyes dimmed slightly.
Kafka at this time had already changed into her professional outfit. Her long, slender legs wrapped in purple stockings gave off a unique charm.
"You bastard! I thought you were something impressive, but you're just a little nobody!" Kafka kicked Emiya over, biting down hard on her lip. With hatred she raised her sharp high heel and ground it into Emiya's shin, then his thigh.
"That was an accident! You're the one who came out of the bathroom naked!" Seeing Kafka about to stomp higher, Emiya hurriedly howled and surrendered.
"Damn, this guy's lucky!"
"Awesome! Did what I never dared in over ten years!"
All at once, heated discussions broke out. Not just the men, even plenty of women joined in. That was how wildly popular Kafka was.
Kafka stamped her foot in fury, terrifying killing intent pouring out.
Everyone shrank back into the corners, trembling. "If anyone dares say one more word, this I will slaughter them on the spot!"
The farce finally ended under everyone's strange gazes. Kafka roughly kicked Emiya unconscious, clamped shackles on his hands and feet, and dragged him into the interrogation room.
Though what awaited him would surely be Kafka's harsher wrath, at least for now he had escaped death.
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"Hey, wake up, stop pretending!"
He didn't know how much time had passed before Emiya felt slaps striking his face, snapping him awake.
This was a room made of thick steel plates. In a space of less than thirty square meters, there were all sorts of torture devices, skinning, waist-chopping, slow slicing, hanging, and so on, everything you could think of.
Only, all these torture devices were brand new. It seemed Emiya was their very first guest.
"So hungry..." After a full sleep, his dried-out spirit was finally restored, but his hunger had grown even stronger.
"Hmph, you perverted lecher, after bullying Kafka you still want to eat!"
Silver Wolf, remotely controlling a robot made to her own figure, raised a small hand and smacked Emiya a few more times, swelling his face high before finally stopping.
"I'llStarve you to death, beat you to death, then torture you to death with the tools!"
"No need to scare me. If you've got something, just say it. Everything's negotiable." Emiya's hands, feet, and neck were fixed to a metal chair with shackles.
Though the situation was embarrassing, it was much better than he had expected. Clearly, the enemy had no intention of killing him yet.
"Good, straightforward!" Silver Wolf excitedly hauled over an energy detector and shoved it in front of Emiya. "Use that ability of yours to make weapons again, and I'll promise to give you a can of cat food."
[T/N: Y'all pulling for Evernight or skip?]
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