Chapter 24: Episode 22

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Tokyo– Specifically Shibuya was a beautiful place, the perfect mix between ultra-modernity and more traditional aspects of the country, with buildings ranging from neon-lit skyscrapers to historic temples and even the snow-covered mountains that dotted the horizon. It was prettier than Fuyuki and Kyoto by a large margin. Unfortunately, I wasn't here to visit, nor I playing around, that could be left for once Ragnarok and its ragtag bunch of thugs were buried, preferably a hundred feet under. "How is Tokyo treating you so far, Leo-san?" I peered at Sasaki, who was driving the car and mumbled. "Terrific."

At first, I was given a ride with his employees, we made several stops and changes so anyone following would not be able to track our whereabouts, then they brought me to Sasaki, who was waiting at the edge of Shibuya Ward. It was a particularly long ride, and the hassle that it came with made my temper, which was already bad thanks to the event last night just that much worse. "Don't be like that, Leo-san…" He chuckled humorlessly. "A child your age should be enjoying life more."

I shrugged, eyes trained on the rapidly moving tree line as I replied testily. "I will do so when the cunts who attacked my friend are down and under, now focus on the road, please." He didn't speak further afterwards. I pressed a finger to my forehead at Sasaki's silence, feeling a slight sense of guilt for my small outburst. Deep down, I knew he wasn't at fault for what happened to Rin, he couldn't have known Ragnarok would act so quickly, that they would attack my friend in an attempt to discourage me from aiding Kiyoshi, all he was trying to do was help lighten my mood and I spat on his goodwill.

"M– My apology, Sasaki-san. I didn't mean to snap at you, but I've found my mood absolutely terrible as of late." And I wasn't lying either. Between the lack of sleep, the attack that left Rin bedridden, having to drink her blood and go unprepared on an adventure I didn't ask for, all of it was making me rather… Explosive. Don't get me wrong, I was no stranger to stress and could handle it, but I had never had a knack for dealing with multiple issues coming at the same time. Even in Games, I always liked to solve every single mission I had, then and only then would I move to a different region on the map to avoid clustering up my Quest section.

Speaking of Quest, I got another one, too actually… The first told me to find a way to destroy Ragnarok, the second wanted me to deal with the Magus backing them. I wasn't opposed to either, but I had not a clue why this would be separated into two individual Quests. Just didn't make sense to me much, since I was certain the Magus was the one holding Ragnarok together so the organization didn't burst from the seams. Perhaps there were more to this story? Maybe after Gods knew how long, the Martial Artists were nourishing thoughts of rebellion against their Magecraft-wielding Overlord?

If that's the case, then perhaps I could use it in my favor? Turn the dogs against each other and take care of the remaining scraps afterwards? No, I had no contact inside Ragnarok, making one just to spark a civil war would take way too long and too much effort on my part. I wanted to be there when Rin could walk unaided again, apologize for indirectly causing her harm if possible. I doubted she would blame me, but it's undeniable that the fault lied with me. I should have expected the Magus, anticipated his retaliation even. 'Shoulda' warned Rin of the dangers at least...'

"Don't blame yourself too much." I uncrossed my arms, glancing at Sasaki whose eyes were stuck to the busy road. "You were only our supplier– A third party, not an active element in this war, you couldn't have known they would target your friend." I could see him cracking his neck from the rearview-mirror as he continued. "Besides, nothing good ever comes out of guilt-tripping yourself, trust me."

I didn't reply for a while, but I knew he was right. Instead, I should definitely channel all this self-condemnation towards my rage. It's hard to keep angry for long... The brighter the rage, the quicker it ended. In fact, even now I could feel it fizzling out like flickering embers, leaving naught but a sense of tiredness and loathing in me. "I understand, it's just hard. She was my oldest friend–" In this World at least. "I have promised to myself to protect her, and it feels like all I'm doing is dragging her into my troubles." I dropped my weight against the leather, at last sensing the tenseness that had blanketed my form.

"Right, Fuyuki's Second Owner is a she." Sasaki chuckled, I had the slightest suspicion that this wasn't just small-talk, Sasaki was actively trying to test the water, see how I'd react, what I'd and then judge if I was trustworthy. I guessed he liked what he had seen, since his voice as he teased me took on a far warmer tone than before. "You like this girl?" I shook my head, sniggering to myself. "I like her, but not in that way, she's too young." – "Oh? If what informants are to be trusted, she should be around your age, you two even go to the same school as well…"

He paused, turning back to grin at me. "You a fan of older, curvier girls?" I let out a short, curt laugh as I responded. "Nothing like that, I'm fine with the limber as well–" More than fine actually, if my infatuation with Artoria Pendragon– The Saber version was anything to go by. "– I just, I don't think we are at an age where our relationship can be anything more than strictly platonic, it doesn't feel like." The thoughts of seducing a pre-teen girl brought a sickening feeling to my stomach. Sure, Rin was smart and cunning, but she was still a child. Any romancing between us would make me a groomer, and not the good kind.

"Any other girl then?" My mind almost immediately whirled to the Golden Queen and her smoking hot body. Although we hadn't crossed any threshold yet, nothing more than oral stuffs, I couldn't deny my attraction to her. It wasn't purely physical either, she just had this… Presence that bellowed her confidence, that of a stalking lioness. Sadly, our relationship could never be more than what it already was. Gilgamesh's defining characteristics were many, but it's not in their nature to be constrained to a single partner, it's just not possible.

At most we could be friends, though even that had its own problem. Mainly that Gilgamesh would never acknowledge any other than Enkidu her friend and equal. Who else did I know? Shiro and Sakura were out for the same reasons as Rin… Besides, if I had learnt anything useful in my past life, then it's that you shouldn't come into a relationship with the sole intention to fix someone, it's an incredibly toxic way to see romance, something I had suffered through during my wilder period. 'In hindsight, her being an addict and somewhat suicidal should have been big red flags…'

"Only one comes to mind, but she isn't the type to be tied down." Sasaki raised an eyebrow at that. "I see–" I turned to the steering wheel. "Aren't you worried about her?" I nearly howled with laughter hearing his question. Frankly, a thousands Ragnarok wouldn't be more than a pebble in Gil's path, let alone one. "Gods no, no." I wiped a tear from my eye. "I'd be surprised if they could even scratch her. As a matter of fact, I asked her to take care of my other friend since being near her is likely one of the safest place on the planet…" I hummed to myself, then decided to include. "As long as you aren't her enemies, that is."

We got to our destination a few minutes later, and by destination, I meant an old shack that reminded me of abandoned warehouse in a horror movie, at least that's the feeling I got from the outside, inside was a completely different story however. You knew those high-tech building often seen in Sci-fi shows? Yeah, that was how it looked from the inside. Of course, with the limited technologies of this time, there were several outdated monitors and computers within the otherwise futuristic setup, but it wasn't bad at all. 'Seriously, why do these guys need so many computers?'

As though reading my mind, Sasaki answered. "Most of the computers are used for our other businesses. Being a Martial Artist is fun and all, but it doesn't always put foods on the table, without this, we won't be able to support the organization financially…" He chuckled dryly at my expression. "Despite Mages' beliefs, we are not savages, Leo-san. Some older sects and schools might be contend with donations from locals, or even protection money, but Kiyoshi isn't one of them." He signaled for me to follow as he continued with the explanation.

"About twelve years ago, when Japan's economy was starting to rise back up from the war before, our Leader at the time saw an opportunity and took it." He was forlorn for the slightest second, his feet almost seeming to step on invisible, imaginary stairs, but he shrugged it off in the next. If I hadn't lived with Kotomine and learnt to read people, I wouldn't have noticed it at all. He brought me to a small office room, nodding at several of his employees in the process while I was closely behind. Honestly, I had thought he would bring me to somewhere less…

Crowded due to my circumstances. "Take a seat, Leo-san." And take it I did, watching silently as Sasaki spread open a map covered with writings and circled in multiple spots. I leaned forth to get a better look, my feet dangling freely in the thanks to the chair height.. "This here–" Sasaki pointed at a spot near newly-built Tokyu Plaza. "This is where their smaller offices are located. Unlike Kiyoshi, Ragnarok operate like the yakuza, meaning their financial situation is completely dependent on extortion and protection money… Destroying their offices will not only affect their pockets, but also have a negative impact on their reputation."

I scratched my chin. "I think we should shake things up a bit, target their smaller bases at first then suddenly attack the bigger ones. It will us less predictable compared to gradually working up the ladder… But, Sasaki-san–" The man looked up questioningly at me. "Is it wise to bring me to this place? There are a lot of people here, what if they tell someone?"

Sasaki shook his head. "I already told you, no one other than the higher-ups should know we have made a deal with a Magus, at most they will think you are a potential recruit. Besides, this is one of our major financial point, only my most trusted are allowed entrance. In fact, technically I privately own the entire facility, it's separate from the rest of Kiyoshi's business, so there shouldn't be any spy." I bobbed my head, it's a wise decision on his part, having a safety-net in case the whole Martial Artist thing didn't work out. What I found surprising was the fact that he was using his money to fund Kiyoshi as a whole.

Sure, he didn't say that outright, still I could see the dedication he had for Kiyoshi. Maybe it's just me never having felt particularly devoted to any single organization or even nation, but the idea was simply alien to my mind. "Let's continue then." He nodded to me.

"Perhaps we can stretch their force thin with guerilla tactic, then focus on this?" I put a finger on the large circle at Inokashira-street. From what I could see written, that should be Ragnarok's recruitment spot, destroying it would cripple them, if not permanently, then temporarily at least. "It's a good plan–" Despite his words, Sasaki's tone seemed to disagree. "If Ragnarok is a normal Martial School, but they aren't. Most of their recruits are helpless thugs who normally won't even qualify for the lowest spots in weaker organizations.

It's the Magus' drugs and enhancers that give them their large Ki-pools. This comes at a price of course, the ones we have captured always have hidden, yet long-lasting injuries in their internal organs, but I suppose when your future prospect is already lacking, it's not like you have anything to lose…" So that's how it was. No wonder Kiyoshi was outnumbered, Ragnarok wasn't a Martial Artist community in the strictest sense, instead they had more similarities to a mercenaries group, a more apt description would be super-thugs for hire. "So we attack their production lines?" Sasaki agreed with a prompt bob, gesturing at several different spots.

"Can't we attack both?" He sighed tiredly. "That would be ideal, but we are stretched thin as it is–" I interrupted. "I will handle their recruitment point, you guys can deal with the production line." Needless to say, Sasaki was skeptical of my idea. "Are you certain you can do it? I know you have hunted an Apostle before and these thugs shouldn't be a problem, but there will be at least hundreds of them stationed there…" I chuckled. "Do not worry, Sasaki-san. I'm not going to waltz in there guns-blazing, I'll try to eliminate as many as I can without sounding the alarm first."

I might no seem the type, but I had always liked stealth games… Pretty sure I was the only one doing a stealth playthrough on Far Cry 3 while others were using SMG to mow down entire areas of enemies. "Very well, but that will have to wait, as I've mentioned, their financial hotspots should be the priority." I disagreed, seeing as I wanted to return to Fuyuki as quickly as possible, and fighting a war of attrition would force me to stay in Shibuya longer than necessary. Still, I could understand his strategy. At its core, Ragnarok wasn't a true organization, I'd hesitate to even call it a group.

Without the financial stability it currently provided, their members would automatically dissolved sooner or later and the remnants would be easy-pickings for Kiyoshi, either to be killed off for their misdeeds or absorbed into their ranks. "So, when do we start?" – "We already have agents stationed near their bases, but the operation will only officially begin the day after tomorrow–"

Sasaki didn't get to finish before a blond dynamite burst into the room, screaming at the top of his lungs. "Where is that stuck up bastard?! Come out here and face me, you fucking extra!" Did I need to say who it was? Bakugou marched towards, ears steaming with hot air as he rolled up his sleeves in a manner he must have thought was intimidating. "There you are, you stuck up shithead, I'm going to best your face in!" He slammed the door close amidst the murmurs of his coo-workers, eyes blazing with… I wasn't sure what. Rivalry maybe? Or anger perhaps?

"Ah! Katsuki, here you are. I was waiting for you." Thankfully, Sasaki stopped the 'Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight' in his track. Yup, that wad his official alias according to the Wiki. Jesus, what a mouthful… "I'm sure you remember Leo-san, he's here to help us with our issue so behave." His hold on Bakugou's shoulder increased as I watched the teenage boy struggled futilely, clenching his teeth in anger as he bit down several curses. "Got it, got it, I got it already! Let go of me you glassed-bastard." I crossed my legs, sending the boy disdainful smile and receiving only glare in return.

"Why is he here, Sasaki-san?" I stressed, folding my arms together. "You will stay with him and his group. They will take care of you for the duration of your time spent in Shibuya." Both Bakugou and I erupted with refusals, trading harsh glares when we heard the other. "Hell no!" – "Like fucking shit we will!"

Sasaki rubbed his glabella, sight trained on us. "Leo-san, while we aren't doing too bad financially, supporting an on-going war hasn't been easy for us. Of course, I can't force you to stay with them, but I can't afford to allocate more fund to you without possibly alerting our enemies." I hated to admit it, but his words held some truths to them. While wars were chaotic, in a tightly-knitted organization like Kiyoshi, even small allocation of funds could be easily discovered and I couldn't just make him pay for my entire stay either. I was shameless, but I wasn't that shameless.

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"And you, Bakugou–" Sasaki scowled. "You've been making lots of troubles for me, this will both serve as a training experience for you, and hopefully help mellow you out a bit." The last bit was muttered so low I could barely catch it, but catch it I did. It must have been stressful, having Bakugou as an employee. I knew for a fact I wouldn't want to deal with him on a daily basis, let alone be responsible for his actions. Don't get me wrong, I understood I wasn't much better than Bakugou when it came to temper, but I'd like to think I was better behaved and more tactful in my humble opinions.

"Regardless, Leo-san will assist in taking down Ragnarok's offices alongside your team, so it's best that two learn to work together. You will need his expertise if you want to enter their bases undetected." That's… Fair? I meant, I didn't like it anymore than Bakugou did, but I understood Sasaki's train of thoughts at least. Besides, it's undeniable that I did need help. While I didn't believe I'd lose to a bunch of half-assed Martial Artists, Ki was an unknown factor. My knowledge of it wasn't nearly as plenty as I wanted, and having someone well-versed in the Art aiding me could prove crucial.

"Urrgggh, fine. I guess I can try to work with him, but make no mistake–" I stared daggers at Bakugou. "I'm not one of your lackeys, don't expect me to follow your instructions." He crossed his arms condescendingly. "Same goes for me you bastard, don't think you can order me around!" Neither of us looked at him, but I had the distinct impression Sasaki just let out a big, if somewhat quiet sigh. "Girls, girls… I get it, you are both pretty, if you are done, then this meeting can be adjourned, Bakugou–" Sasaki called. "Please, bring Leo-san to the House allocated to you and your team so he can settle in. Thank you both for your time."

That was our cue to leave, but not before glaring at each other one more time. "Keep up, I'm not going to wait for you, you third-rate extra."

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"– So Magnum has already left for Shibuya? Why does nobody ever listen to me? Haizz, you know what you have to do… Get the girl, and don't fail me again, Eiji. You are one of the sensible ones, I'd hate to punish you for Shiichiro's failure." Eiji nodded, grimacing at his boss' tone. He knew he couldn't fail this time, or it would be his life on the line. "I understand, boss. The girl won't escape again, I assure you." – "– Good, good. Now, off you go, you have a girl to kidnap, don't you?" The call was quickly cut off, leaving Eiji to contemplate his decision. He turned towards his underlings and the fuck-up that was Shiichiro, eyes blazing with righteous anger.

"Fuck… Well, you heard the boss, we are to kidnap the Tohsaka girl and take her to our base in Shibuya, she should still be unconscious at the moment, shouldn't be too hard." His accomplice– Shiichiro smiled wickedly as he licked the end of his spiky staff. The act was already disgusting in and of itself, but when done by the feminine man, whose gaze Eiji could only describe as disturbingly lustful, it was just that much more unsettling. "Oh! Can I have a taste of the little bitch before we take her? Such soft and supple skin, I'm sure she will be an absolute delight."

Eiji didn't need to ask to know what the pervert want. It's an open-secret in Ragnarok that the Eighth Captain had certain… Qualities that were more than a little fucked up. Eiji couldn't even count the time he had had to clean up after the pervert's mess, the corpses of girls with their dresses torn and ripped, some with limbs nailed to walls, others a multitude of cuts on their skins with poisons lingering beneath their wounds. Indeed, Shiichiro was one crazy bastard, and sadly, it's Eiji's responsibility to reign him in. Still, this was the first time the pervert had shown interest in a girl not even a third his age, and that sent shivers Eiji's spine.

Now, Eiji wasn't a good person, not by a long shot. He had done things, things that any normal person would frown upon, but he did have his morals and code of honor, so when he witnessed Shiichiro's insinuation, he couldn't contain his rage. And by the look of it, his underlings also weren't too comfortable with the bastard's presence. "Shut the fuck up, Shiichiro. We will only take the girl and nothing else. Her Fate isn't ours to decide, if you do anything, and I mean anything to her, I'm going to rip your balls off with my bare-fucking-hands!" Contrary to his expectation, the feminine pervert didn't look disturbed at his outburst, if anything…

That seemed excite him. "Ooohh, kinky Eiji-chan! If you want to touch my balls–" He slid his hands down his lanky form, winked, then blew a kiss at his direction provocatively. "All you have to do is ask, sweetie…" He and his underlings nearly groaned in disgust. In fact, if he had a mirror, Eiji was sure his face just turned two to three shades greener. "Just– Just fucking go, you incompetent bastard."

Not wanting to bear witness to the vomit-inducing sense any longer, Eiji ordered his men to surround and close in on the Church where he knew the Tohsaka was residing, while he and Shiichiro approached the front gate. From the information provided, all who lived here were Leonis Magnum– The young Magus who had left for Shibuya late last night, a Church-affiliated Enforcer and a woman with golden blonde hair whom he couldn't find anything about. This should be easy-picking for him and his underlings, but Eiji couldn't shake the overwhelming sense of doom… The closer they got, the more that feeling intensified.

Like something was wrong, oh-so terribly wrong.

Like sharp blades were pressing against their throats.

And the invisible hands of Death were hanging over their heads…

But he simply shrugged it off, he had to. This must be the effects of some sort of Bounded Fields or Wards put over the Church. There were only three occupants inside this Church, one of which was likely bed-ridden and the other two didn't appear powerful, at least mot according to their informants. Still, despite having gotten so close they could touch the door within a few steps, Eiji and, surprisingly enough, even Shiichiro couldn't bear to approach. Their instincts were screaming, shouting and yowling at them to get the fuck out if they still appreciated their lives.

His instinct had never lied to him before… Sadly, what choice did he have? Return empty-handed and get himself along with his entire group of underlings murdered, their organs harvested for experiments? While nobody was told of what had happened to the other late Captains of Ragnarok– Those that had failed their boss and master, Eiji wasn't stupid. He could be simple-minded and even brash at times, but he wouldn't have gotten to where he was by being stupid. They were most likely harvested to fuel their mad Magus' research, the Fates that awaited him wouldn't be a pleasant one should he fail again.

'Fuck, fuck it.' In spite of his urge, Eiji began to walk towards the looming door. Such a small thing, yet in his vision, it was looming over him like the Gate to Hell itself. Thankfully, he did not need to continue, as two people exited the building– A priest whom he assumed was the aforementioned Enforcer, and the beautiful golden-haired woman whose piercing red-eyes glowed and shone with each step she took. If the priest was menacing, then the woman was… Majestic, graceful. There were thousands of words to describe her, yet Eiji had feeling none would be able to appropriately capture the presence she was exuding in waves.

"We– We…" For the first time in years, Eiji stammered incoherently when faced with someone, but eventually, he did manage to get the words out  "We do not want any trouble. Just hand us the Tohsaka girl, and no one gets hurt." The woman looked at him, the corners of her lips twitching upwards to make a disdainful smirk, one filled with so much contempt that it made him ashamed of himself, like he was a child being scolded by his parents again, and it pissed him off something fierce. "A mangy mutt who can't even recognize its owner and the rightful Queen dares to make demands?"

"You fucking bitch! Who the fuck do you think you are?!" He never thought there would come a day when he agreed with Shiichiro of all people, but here he was, agreeing with the perverted, feminine and loathsome man. Life could be strange like that. The woman didn't even bother to acknowledge Shiichiro's existence, opting to turn towards the priest by her side instead– Kotomine Kirei, according to his files. "I tire of their incessant barks, do as you like, Kirei." Then she took a seat on the porch, legs crossed as she looked over her painted nails.

Although she was beyond arrogant, Eiji couldn't help but admire the elegance and control contained in her every motion. He had no doubt she would make for an excellent Martial Artist should she wish to be one. Still, now wasn't the time to appreciate beauty, while Eiji and Shiichiro were seething with rage at the dismissal, the priest had drawn blades and were slowly closing the distance. "Oh lost little lambs–" The blades crossed, causing sparks to dance, highlighting the ominous smirk on the priest's face, and that moment Eiji knew, Shiichiro had met his match, in sadism at least.

"– I shall show you the will of the Lord." – "Take your Lord and shove him up your ass, why don't you?" His accomplice shouted in return. "Such language does not befit the House of the Lord, I suppose I will have teach you then, since your parents clearly haven't been able to do so."

No more words were traded as Eiji and Shiichiro bolted at smirking priest. There was a reason why they were paired together, in spite of their conflicting personalities… The two of them were likely the most dangerous combination in Ragnarok. Alone, they belonged to the mid-low tiers martial prowess wise compared to the Captains, but together, they were nigh unstoppable. Shiichiro and his slender frame was surprisingly adept with the staff, covering for Eiji's weakness at mid-range, while Eiji and his dual daggers were positively lethal for any who managed to breach Shiichiro's defense.

It's moment like this that reminded Eiji of why he would willingly remain partnered up with the feminine man. Naught but seconds had past, and the amount of blows they exchanged must have reached two digits in total. Yet, they were evenly matched. The priest, the Enforcer's defense was airtight, every attack that Eiji launched, he would block and every following strike from Shiichiro was batted away or countered almost perfectly. Even with their combined might, the priest didn't let up an inch and every advantage they managed to take was instantly lost in the next second.

'He's good–' Eiji dodged a swing that would have looped his head right off, wincing to himself. 'He's really good.' He saw an opening and took it, slinging one of his daggers at the priest's exposed throat. By some miracles, the priest sidestepped the attack all while slamming a foot on Shiichiro's coming staff. It was then that Eiji's underlings burst out from the bushes, having surrounded the courtyard. Their target? The woman who was looking on leisurely, as though watch a particularly interesting animal. 'Nicely done, Palo.' If he wasn't wrong, the woman must be the priest's superior.

They caught her, and all this would end. Even better, they would have three hostages against the young Magus. His celebration was cut short however, as multiple Golden Ripples appeared over the woman's head and out came… Weapons?! No, no, these weren't mere weapons, they were Mystic Codes, same as those provided by their boss to all of Ragnarok, but they were better quality. He watched in horror as the Mystic Codes shot out at hypersonic speed and mowed down dozens of his men. 'Much better…' – "Stop playing with them, Kirei. I wish to have dinner soon."

The woman yawned, rubbing away the tears that had gathered near her eyes, such a small action captivated Eiji's heart and the small lapse in concentration was all that's needed for the priest to almost bisect him. "Fuck!" He grunted, falling back with a hand clutching his stomach. "Shiichiro! We have to use it!" The feminine bastard didn't reply, serious for likely the first time in his life as his staff glowed with baleful green, circuitry lines. Eiji's daggers also weren't to scoff at, flaring with ambient powers as they got away from the deadly priest. "Finally, I was starting to get bored, little lambs."

The priest's arms, though covered under long, black sleeves, could not hide the power that poured from his still form. "Shit, I should have listened to my fucking guts!" One moment the priest was a dozen feet away, the next his blades were inches from Eiji's neck. His eyes bulged as he fell back, managing to clumsily bring one of his daggers to block the attack, yet the force held within that single strike was powerful enough to push the edges of his dagger into his skin and throw him off his feet. Immediately, green lines began to spread from the wound and Eiji could feel his body seize up and numbness overtook his senses.

It wasn't much, just paralysis… Still, there was no doubt he was out of the fight. He never thought his own blade would be the end of him, but the priest didn't choose to finish him as slowly turned to the frozen Shiichiro. From the corners of his eyes, Eiji could see his partner looking down at his staff, at the priest, then st the corpses of his men strewn across the courtyard and… Fled. 'Fucking cunt!'

If he could move his mouth, Eiji would have cursed out loud. It bothered him, the fact that he would die while such a disgusting waste of space and oxygen would live another day. At least, that's his initial thoughts. Shiichiro didn't get further than five feet when his upper-body just… Vanished. NO! A mace had been shot him, turning his torso into a bloody mist. The mace didn't stop at just that, demolishing a heap of trees from both the impact and the shockwaves as it continued in its trajectory. "C'mon, let's go. This Queen is hungry." The woman's voice was disturbingly calm after having murdered- Obliterated someone.

'Shit… We never had a chance, did we?' That was Eiji's last thoughts before his head was stomped into paste by the priest. "I shall cook whatever you desire, your Majesty." Gilgamesh nodded, a frown on her face. "Just don't make it as spicy as last time."

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