Caster: “Just at the right spot.”
It was evening when he approached me.
The one who had called out to me gently destroying the quietness of the hallway, was Caster.
A Heroic Spirit who offered his loyalty to my Master.
He was unlike Saber who was bound to her as her official Servant by the Command Seal, and his way of life was perhaps closer to mine.
A person who chose to ally himself with my Master, Manaka Sajyou, and likewise killed his Master.
The traitorous Heroic Spirit.
But, it can be said that there is an fundamental difference with me――――he, isn’t an anti-hero.
True Name: Paracelsus
An old magus, of a period where magic and science were distinguished to a point.
A man who was said to have contributed to the advancement of medical care, and loved people.
A single Heroic Spirit who left that name in human history, he was certainly dazzling to a point, but he was not the person who proceeded down a blood-stained path.
Caster: “I’ve been looking for you. Assassin.”
Beyond his bewitching black hair, he smiled to me.
It was a disgusting expression.
I knew.
This is, nothing but the face of a madman or a beast licking its lips before its prey.
He continued, into one of the guest rooms.
Mr Hiroki Sajyou who was the current head of the Sajyou family――――my master’s respected father, allowed us Servants to move freely within the estate.
If there is only just one rule, it was that I mustn’t contact Ayaka Sajyou who was my Master’s respected younger sister as much as possible.
Even if we met, I mustn’t tell her that I am a Servant, so that she is not dragged into the Holy Grail War as much as possible.
It was something instructed to me after my unexpected encounter between Ayaka and myself, the other day.
Therefore, I, spent time carefully paying attention.
I also increased the time where I restrained my dematerialisation.
I am also aware when I materialise like this, I am without my mask, and I take a form as a human girl.
On the other hand, I could say that Caster has somewhat many activities that he carries out within the estate even from the start, as he is different from me.
In the decisive battle on top of Tokyo Bay, he had greatly helped Saber very much with “Elixir: The Philosopher’s Stone” which he had completed refining.
With the decisive battle over now, he, has been taking measures with various magical means to activate the Greater Grail.
To our Master, even if it wasn’t definitely somehow really necessary, at least, our Master has permitted all of his actions.
For example, this guest room.
There were several guest rooms, which he had borrowed from her dear father, to use as his own workshop and was endeavouring at something with this or that day and night.
Assassin: “…….A new familiar?”
Caster: “Yes.”
Caster nodded.
I, had already grasped something was hiding in the darkness of the guest room that had no lighting.
Something was there.
A being which is deeply connected with prana like us, however it wasn’t a Servant.
I could feel high levels of prana to a strange degree, but something was different.
It’s not even a Phantasmal Beast.
Was the fragrance of Arabian Jasmine which was floating weakly in the air, something to mask the putrid smell of death drifting from that body?
It was a part of my life which had become normal.
I knew.
Without knowledge brought from the Grail, I, knew this as Hassan-i Sabbah.
It was a filthy thing which shouldn’t exist.
A thing that is horrifying and also completely devours lives.
Was it a kind of disgusting ghoul――――?
Assassin: “Will this corpse like thing help our Master, in this situation?
Caster: “It is not something for Lady Manaka. This is a gift for you, Assassin.”
Assassin: What?
Caster: “You are surely, the most suitable one on this earth for it.”
And then, he told me.
“――――You are not suited to be Lady Manaka’s slave.”
Caster: “So, it's a gift for the poor poisonous girl.”
Assassin: “…….Is that all you wanted to say.”
Is that it?
While completely dissolving into a shadow with his last words, quietly, I exhaled.
Did he even think he could go and be a challenge to me who is proud to be the fastest among the seven Heroic Spirits, in the limited interval where we exchange our mutual exhalations like that, and by no means finish me off free of charge?
This man.
Even if it was a poison kiss, even if it was an unsheathed blade, it doesn’t matter either way.
If I pierce his spiritual scar while I’m still angry, it’ll affect him greatly even if it is light, and the distance to my Master’s great ambition will probably become a bit further――――
Besides, I’d like to try and see if there was a degree to which I could tear off that good-looking face of his.
Do you even care, Magus?
I questioned him with a glance.
There was no response.
He just, returned only with cold words.
Caster: “It’s the perfect gift for you. Wouldn’t you be probably fine even if it wasn’t Lady Manaka? Anything will do for you, if it was a person who couldn’t die, from your touch. Am I wrong, Hassan of Serenity?”
While calling out to him with his true name, sure enough, I saw it.
The thing showed its figure from the darkness.
It’s a walking corpse.
A person without a life.
Caster: “I have given him temporary life. Normally, time and suitable details is something necessary in obtaining the brain of an ethereal body for a kind of Living Dead…….but what, if the level of the Tool Preparation skill that I possess as a Heroic Spirit was irregular, like this.”
Assassin: “No…..”
How stupid.
Stupid.
No, I killed him.
But I killed him.
How?
Caster: “He’s been revived from the dead. A pseudo-revival. By using my “Philosopher’s Stone” which I created with my hands, it is possible to keep away death temporarily. Like this time, it is regrettable that your brain can’t become a familiar, but there is a method which is bestowed by the memories of your lifetime.”
Assassin: “Why……?”
Caster: “Because, it’s for your sake. You must know what your own love truly is.”
Assassin: “Lo,ve…..?”
His voice
It’s a lie, like this the slim sounds won’t come out from my throat.
Even if it was a performance as a trap to sink his fangs into his prey, like this the slim sounds won’t come out.
Ah.
Ahh.
The one, there, before, my eyes is.
――――It was, the person who I had taken his life from.
That day.
That night.
That time.
On the top floor of a mansion, in the Suginami Ward in a part of Tokyo.
I embraced him.
I put my lips on him.
I, melted his brain, I should’ve completely killed, him.
Berserker’s Master.
A Master who carried a still shining red Mystic Eye.
That young man.
What was his name, I wonder?
Tatsumi: “Wh,O……a…….ARE, you…..?”
He moved his pale lips――――
The creaking like sounds, squeezed out of his still throat which had become tight and dead.
Tatsumi: “It’s, NO, good…… I DON”T, want TO, kILL, you.”
But his clouded eyes.
Looked at me.
Something which shouldn’t be dwelling, in the dead person, dwelt in there.
A kind of blood sucker.
Is that so?
I don’t understand.
I don’t understand it!!
No, my mind had crumbled.
If that’s the case, no, but he is definitely here, he is here, there’s no mistake it’s him.
Because, see.
I could hear him.
I completely understand.
He, was telling me the continuation of the words from that night.
――――I, opened both of my eyes, standing stock still in that place.
Caster: “Ah, as expected. I thought you’d be pleased with it. This gift is something that I said was suitable for you, at any rate, it can’t be defeated even if it receives any of your poisons. Your poison could certainly kill even a powerful and high ranking Phantasmal Beast……but it is not restricted, to corpses.”
I could hear his ice like voice.
From right, behind me.
Caster: “Now. Please caress him to your heart’s content. Because there isn’t a person who can stop you, no-one――――”
