Aslan hummed a song as he walked towards his destination. Because he was completely uninterested in what would happen on the first night of the Holy Grail War, he didn't send out any familiars to check the situation. After all, in Aslan's eyes, there shouldn't be any major changes on the first day of this Holy Grail War.
He gently pulled down the hat on his head, letting the shadow cover most of his face, ensuring that his full features could not be seen from any angle. Only then did Aslan nod.
His target was the house where a certain old insect lived. Anyway, a gas explosion was going to happen at the port tonight. In that case, a certain old mansion also having a gas explosion, and unfortunately, all the residents dying in this explosion, would also be a nice piece of news. It just so happened that during this period, the battles of the Holy Grail War would be quite frequent. Perhaps many "gas leaks" would occur. These two news items should also make people pay a little more attention. But would people's attention be of any use? After all, in this Holy Grail War, ordinary people were always at the bottom, unable to resist. If the battles of the Holy Grail War were to truly erupt around them, they would have no way to stop or resist it.
Especially in the original story, when the black Holy Grail was born in the New Fuyuki Hall, a small half of the city, with the hall as its center, was destroyed. And in this destroyed half of the city, no matter how careful the residents were, so what? They were ultimately powerless to resist the spread of the black mud of All the World's Evils.
So, no matter which world it was, one's own strength was more important.
As long as one's own strength was sufficient, in any world, facing any predicament, one could live very well. For example, right now, after seeing an abnormally large insect crawl in front of his foot, Aslan could, with a clear conscience, step on it directly, and then use powerful magic to directly vaporize the stain on his shoe.
"What a careless bug, to actually run into the sole of my shoe and end up like this. Don't you think so, old sir?"
Aslan looked at the person standing at the gate of the mansion to the side. The old man standing here was small and thin, but his head was abnormally large. His eyes had no whites; instead, they were black. His wrinkled face held a hint of vigilance and caution. After all his brows were furrowed together, there was also a faint hint of anger. The old man wore a black kimono, his chest exposed. His chest had completely turned into skin and bones. From time to time, one could even see insects crawling across it. His body also emitted a strange, rotten, foul stench, as if a living corpse was standing here, and not a living person.
"Who on earth are you, junior?"
The old man had already vaguely sensed that something was wrong. This junior who had suddenly appeared at his door and crushed his familiar... the words he had just spoken seemed to have a hidden meaning. The boy before him, who didn't look very old, was here to kill him!
Aslan looked up, admiring the sudden change in the old man's expression. He then picked up a stone and threw it towards the surroundings. Faerie Letters, along with these thrown stones, were placed in different locations. A barrier that pierced heaven and earth, capable of isolating everything, thus enveloped the old man and the mansion.
Upon seeing such a powerful magical barrier being so easily set up by this junior before him, the old man's face became uglier and uglier.
Aslan, however, tilted his head, a smile on his face. "Oh my, old sir, what are you so nervous about? The night is still young. Let's have a long 'chat'."
The old man didn't say much more, just immediately turned and fled into the mansion. His rapidly retreating figure was like a suddenly scattering swarm of insects. At the same time, a large number of insects directly blocked the main door.
To say that this old man was no longer human would not be wrong. He hated his increasingly decaying soul and decaying body, yet did not want to die without accomplishing anything. Over time, this had turned into an obsession. He had transformed himself into insects, parasitizing others to extend his lifespan. His body was no different from a monster. For this reason, he disliked sunlight and usually hid in dark places. Even because he had turned himself into an insect, his entire temperament had become no different from that of an insect. From his appearance to his soul, he had become as disgusting as an insect.
However, this had indeed extended the old man's lifespan. At the same time, perhaps because he had turned himself into an insect, the old man had more or less gained a sense of danger that only beasts and insects could have, or rather, the wildness and danger perception of animal instinct. In this perception, the one standing at his door was not some young junior, but the feeling of being stared at by an unknown monster, a powerful beast. Normally, this old man would have shouted "arrogant" while counterattacking. But now, facing this young-looking boy, he couldn't muster the slightest thought of resistance.
Damn it, what on earth is going on? Why is this body of mine so afraid? Why does my soul feel a tremor?
That young-looking boy couldn't possibly be a long-lived being like himself, could he? How could a little brat possess such immense strength? If he wasn't mistaken, the ability this boy who had suddenly appeared was using seemed to be Faerie Letters? Unlike runes, Faerie Letters were truly and basically a lost art. After all, the ones who had mastered Faerie Letters were basically only the fae. As for humans, in the long history, there was only the Aslan from myth and legend. No... he seemed to have heard that a genius who knew Faerie Letters had appeared at the Clock Tower.
Could it be the person at his door? Was the Clock Tower blind? A little brat like this... no, no matter how you looked at him, that guy had to be an old monster!
Aslan looked at the suddenly closed door and the insects that had already swarmed all over it. He sighed, adjusted his mood, and a smile reappeared on his face. His tone became light again. "Looks like this is turning into a game of cat and mouse, is it? In that case, I'll throw in some pest control services. Great Britain Housekeeping Company, at your service. Well then..."
"[Flame]."
With the appearance of the Faerie Letter, a raging fire directly bombarded the main door. However, because of the barrier, no sound was transmitted out. Not only that, but this barrier even directly changed the scene that ordinary people saw outside the barrier. No one would be disturbed.