As a Servant, Saber naturally didn't need to worry about her own safety.
But Irisviel was different; once a vehicle lost control at high speeds, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Screeech—!!!
Accompanied by the piercing sound of tire friction, Irisviel skillfully yanked the steering wheel.
The car body performed an extreme drift at nearly ninety degrees, fishtailing into the narrow entrance of the underground passage, so fast it almost brushed against the walls.
Saber's face turned pale.
"Iris... please slow down!"
In the back seat, Hansen, steady as a mountain, watched this scene with amusement, his tone filled with wonder: "Madam, your driving skills are quite something!"
"Is that so?" Irisviel smiled softly, her voice coming through the rearview mirror, "Because I always want to try more things, to experience everything rare at least once."
"This time, please forgive my selfishness, you two~~"
Her smile remained sweet, but behind her words, there was a hidden depth.
"Madam," while Saber was speechless, Hansen spoke up nonchalantly, "With me here, you don't need to care about that boring fate."
"Thank you, Mr. Han Sen." Irisviel's lips curled up as she gave Hansen a bright smile through the rearview mirror, "Reassuring as always."
Boom—!
The sports car braked sharply in front of the entrance to the underground drainage system, coming to a steady halt.
The roar of the engine echoed in the deathly silent underground space, sounding particularly abrupt.
Saber was the first to push the door open and step out, taking a breath of the stagnant air.
With her hand on the hilt of the sword at her waist, she looked at the dark tunnel entrance emitting a thick stench of blood and decay, her emerald eyes instantly turning cold.
"This is the place."
...Saber walked ahead, her invisible sword having already deactivated the Invisible Air; the golden blade emitted a faint glow in the darkness.
With every step she took, her brow furrowed tighter.
"The magical reaction here... is too filthy." Saber's voice was very low, suppressed with anger.
"It's more than just filthy." Hansen followed behind, fastidiously using telekinesis to create an air platform three inches off the ground to avoid dirtying his leather shoes, "It's practically a garbage dump."
The further they went, the more horrifying the sights became. The walls were no longer covered in moss, but in twisted runes smeared with some kind of dark red liquid.
Heaps of unknown meat were piled in corners, some even vaguely recognizable as human limbs.
In a relatively empty underground reservoir hall, a young man in an orange hoodie was humming an out-of-tune melody.
"Sacrifice... slaughter... wuhu... this is what's truly COOL!"
Boom—!
With a loud bang, the heavy iron gate was kicked flying, slamming into the opposite wall like a torn rag, making the entire underground space hum with the vibration.
Ryuunosuke was startled and turned around to look.
He saw two figures, a man and a woman, walking in against the light.
The man was tall and handsome, and the woman was heroically striking; in this filth-ridden sewer, they looked so clean they were out of place.
"Oh? Are you guests?" Ryuunosuke paused for a moment, then grinned, revealing a neurotic smile, "Have you also come to appreciate my artwork? Can you understand it? This ultimate deconstruction of the human anatomy..."
"Noisy."
Hansen didn't even look him in the eye, simply waving his hand casually.
Slap!
The air seemed to turn solid, transforming into an invisible giant palm that slapped Ryuunosuke hard across the face.
There was no nonsense, and none of the tropes where villains die because they talk too much.
Ryuunosuke didn't even manage a scream before slamming hard against the slippery wall; half his facial bones were crushed and caved in, and his body slid limply into the sewage like a dead dog, twitching twice before becoming still.
This crazed master died on the spot, exiting the stage as soon as he entered.
"Ryuunosuke!!!"
A sinister roar erupted from the shadows deep within the hall: "You... dare to harm my master..."
Caster class, Gilles de Rais.
The mad magician, with bulging eyes and a withered appearance, rushed out of the darkness, a frenzied fire burning in his murky eyes.
He looked at his fallen master, then snapped his head toward the intruders.
But he quickly ignored Hansen, his gaze locking onto the petite figure stepping out from behind Hansen.
The moment Caster's eyes touched Saber, his original anger instantly froze, turning into extreme ecstasy and twisted obsession.
"Jeanne... Ohhh! Jeanne! My Holy Virgin! You've finally come!"
Caster opened his arms, tears of excitement flowing from his murky eyes: "I knew it! Only such a grand festival could draw you here! Look, this was all prepared for you!"
"Silence, demon!"
At this moment, the King of Knights' face was pale and solemn.
She looked at the slaughterhouse-like surroundings, at the corpses of children who had long since lost all signs of life yet were still arranged in bizarre poses; her stomach churned, and her hand holding the sword trembled violently.
Is this war?
No, this is pure slaughter.
This is a desecration of life, the greatest insult to a knight's honor.
Saber gritted her teeth, the wind swirling around her invisible sword: "I am not your Jeanne. You monster who desecrates life, prepare to die!"
Caster seemed not to hear Saber's rebuke at all; instead, looking as if he had seen a long-lost lover, he opened his arms and lunged forward, tears and snot streaming down his face.
"No! You are Jeanne! God made you lose your memory! That bastard God turned you into what you are now!"
He screamed hysterically as the human-skin grimoire in his hand, Prelati's Spellbook, snapped open, purple-black magical energy surging wildly.
"Look at this world! Look at these sins! God abandoned us, but I didn't!"
"Since you refuse to wake up, I will challenge God once again! I will resurrect you, I will free you from that hypocritical curse! Even if I have to turn this world into hell!"
Gurgle gurgle—!!
Squish squish—!!
The surrounding sewage bubbled as if boiling, and countless hair-raising, viscous sounds echoed through the sewer.
Countless purple-black tentacles surged from the ground—water demons from the abyss. They tangled and writhed together, quickly expanding into a wall of flesh blocking the path between Saber and Caster.
Not only that, the meat chunks began to split and multiply, gradually turning into hundreds of small Sea Demons.
They had no features, only maws filled with sharp teeth, letting out piercing screams like crying infants as they surged toward Saber and Hansen like a tide!
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