Click~ click~ click—thud!
With a few subtle sounds, the back door of a house was quietly pried open by a figure hidden in the darkness. The clouds gradually drifted past, revealing the brilliance of the moon's light. The moonlight shone into the yard, revealing who the person prying the door was. Orange hair, a fashionable jacket, he didn't look very old, as if he had just graduated from university. Oh, in the Far East of this era, it wasn't required for children to go to university. Going out to work directly, or inheriting the family business, was also a top choice.
"Lucky~ To think I pried the door open so easily. As expected, small places like this are the best. The households don't pay much attention to security. Let me see if this house has any materials suitable for creating my art~"
The orange-haired young man hummed a little tune as he walked into the house, seemingly not at all worried that his humming might attract the attention of the homeowner. In fact, he was very eager to meet the homeowner right now, and then try to carry out his artistic vision.
The orange-haired young man played with a fruit knife in his hand. The blade was extremely sharp, glinting with a cold light under the moonlight shining into the house. This cold light reflected in the young man's eyes, bringing a hint of an imperceptible blood-red color.
As if hearing a sound in the house, a figure carefully walked down from the second floor, holding a spatula that, for some reason, had been brought upstairs. A woman who didn't look very old, wearing pajamas, after coming down to the first floor, constantly looked left and right, searching for who had made that strange noise in her house.
At a glance, there seemed to be nothing unusual, so the woman breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she put down the spatula in the kitchen and was preparing to wash her hands and return to the second floor to rest, she turned around and saw a person staring deadly at her. However, before the woman could let out a scream, a cookie was stuffed into her mouth, directly suppressing her scream.
"Hey, miss, can you be a little quieter? I just want you to appreciate my art. Ah~ speaking of which, do you believe in demons? That's right, demons. You will become my gift to the demons. I hope Mr. Demon will like my art."
The orange-haired young man looked left and right, then sighed with some regret. "Speaking of which, it's a pity your house has no children. The material I like most doesn't exist. But it's better than nothing."
Before the woman could react, a sharp pain came from her abdomen. Then, blood stained both of their hands. Of course, this woman would not die directly from being stabbed in the stomach. The pain and shock from being suddenly stabbed made the woman's eyes roll back, and she fainted.
The orange-haired man raised an eyebrow. Looking at this fainted material, he was in no hurry to pull out his dagger. After all, pulling out the fruit knife would mean a major hemorrhage from the abdomen. At that time, the lifespan of his material would rapidly drain away. It was not right to do so now, when he hadn't yet decided how to create with this raw material.
This orange-haired man directly carried the woman before him to the table, a strange smile on his face. He had probably already thought of how to create this art. It seemed this woman lived alone. In that case, he would have to make this art in such a way that it wouldn't be discovered for a long time.
Speaking of which, I wonder if demons like the form of a mummy? Although there probably wasn't much salt here, before making the artwork, he could choose to bleed her first.
While thinking this, the young man took out an ancient book from his bag. The book had many extremely strange descriptions and magic circles on it.
He brought over a basin and a pot from the kitchen, placing them on the side of the table. He then specially carved a drainage channel on the wooden table to ensure that the blood let out later could be accurately guided into the basin.
"Well then~ let's begin..."
The orange-haired young man's lips curled into a smile. He casually took a small pair of scissors from the kitchen, and at the same time, found a straw to ensure that the blood could flow out from the artery. However, just as his voice fell, another voice came from behind him.
"Begin what?"
The orange-haired young man replied as a matter of course, "Begin the creation of the artwork, of course. Huh?"
Is there a third person in this house besides myself and this woman? The orange-haired young man quickly turned around, the dagger in his hand slashing directly behind him. However, it cut through empty air. When he turned around again, he came face to face with a pair of light-blue eyes.
"To be honest, if it weren't for the smell of blood, I really wouldn't have been able to find you. You haven't come to this city yet. But since I've seen you, I'll just take care of you directly."
Before the orange-haired young man could react, a string of Faerie Letters, under the influence of magic, directly pierced his skin. This series of letters meant [Freeze]. In almost the next moment, the entire orange-haired young man was frozen into a stiff ice sculpture.
Looking at the ice sculpture before him, which was emitting white vapor, Aslan just gently pushed forward. The immense magical power directly shattered the ice sculpture into powder!
"Farewell, Uryuu Ryuunosuke. Scum like you should rot in hell forever."
Looking at the injured woman lying on the table, Aslan pulled out the dagger stuck in her abdomen, then directly used Faerie Letters to heal her. He even used magic to blur the memory in the woman's mind. When she woke up tomorrow, this woman would only think that she had a strange dream.
He raised his own hand, looking at the red Command Spell on the back of his hand, which looked like a staff and also like a blooming flower. Aslan's lips curled into a smile.
Next up was preparing for the Heroic Spirit summoning.
Aslan very gentlemanly carried this woman back to the second floor, then quietly left this stranger's house. Instead, he went directly to the Ryuudou Temple. Although it was the same no matter where he summoned, it was still better to perform the summoning at a place with a ley line. It would put less pressure and influence on him. If he could do it easily, why make it so troublesome?
In the forest of the Ryuudou Temple, he drew a summoning circle with magical energy. In fact, Aslan only knew the simplest summoning circle, but it didn't matter. Summoning a Heroic Spirit in a Holy Grail War didn't require such a complicated ritual.
"Alright, you old bastard. You'd better be obedient and jump out yourself."