Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

Upon hearing this, a smile seemed to appear on the lips of the silver-haired Eri.

"maybe."

Kuonji Yuzu quietly raised her head to look at the scenery outside the window, listening to Erise's roar, and the childlike innocence that had been lost for many years was rekindled in her heart.

Although it only lasted a few seconds.

But she still felt that Utsumi Erise was truly happy.

She might have been wrong at first, and she didn't want to delve into whether that mistake would continue. After all, Servants always belong to their Masters, and she was merely the Master's landlady. Even if she had a contract that her Master didn't have, it was just a coincidence, and she had no right to do anything more to Servants who belonged to someone else.

……unconsciously.

Kuonji Yuju still drank the cup of black tea, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the Command Seals on the back of her left hand.

……

Time rewinds to the moment Eri successfully used the Magic Bullet Shooter, in a certain place in the embedded city of London.

In that dark place, which was arranged in a complex and intricate manner like a spider's nest, sat the 'Napoleon of the criminal world' who had been imprisoned seven years ago for disturbing Lun Dun's barrier, and an unusual light appeared in his glasses.

"Oh? A second magic bullet shooter... There's actually a second identical phantom appearing in this world? This world is truly interesting. It would be sad if there were a second me, hmm..."

Moriarty stroked his chin. "The east is so far from here, it shouldn't be an unexpected variable in the plan, right?"

That being said, Moriarty still incorporated this variable into his plan. After writing it down in the plan, he stretched and looked at the place where 'himself' was being held:

"Master, seven years from now, in the darkness of joy and the light of sorrow, we will overthrow those, the ultimate crimes... Waaah, so tragic! For this, I've only been able to secretly watch little Fran for seven years. It's so painful. And recently, I've even secretly disappeared..."

Unbeknownst to him, Moriarty was holding a cross in his right hand. As he stared at the cross, his previous nonsensical demeanor vanished, replaced by a cold and ruthless atmosphere. The spider symbols around him even flashed black light.

"Only things that are buried can become eternal and unchanging truths."

The gentleman in his fifties raised his gaze.

"This world is indeed the kind of world you described. When I was first summoned, I couldn't help but think that way. But after experiencing it, I realized that it is another level of hell... Perhaps it's because I am the villain that I can think that way."

That guy's smile remained in Moriarty's heart.

That will never disappear.

That will never be lost.

It is a sin and punishment that can never be erased, or perhaps it is hope.

“Faria, if you were in the real world, you would probably mind this too.”

Chapter 486 Who are you calling the Rain God?

"It seems the scope of the investigation in the city has been narrowed down to Akihabara."

Louis sat on the workbench, swinging his legs, while his master, the leatherworker, stared straight at the workbench without saying a word.

The cobbler, with his thick, triangular shoulders hunched over, sat slumped in his chair, looking utterly listless.

"Even our plan to get close to the suspected granddaughter of Chitose Masuru has failed. It looks like we're doomed, Master."

Ignoring the dejected leatherworker, Louis patted him on the shoulder with a grin. "Before that, do we need to make the final 'work'?"

Louis and the leatherworker chose victims who were people who did not want their Servants to appear in the world for some reason, or who were actually unable to do so. The most typical case was that the perpetrator would target those who had watched their family members die at the hands of Servants during the war and suffered from Servant phobia due to psychological trauma.

They would deliberately leave signs of the victim's disappearance and create a false impression to make people believe that it was a spontaneous act by the victim.

Because the victims would disappear for a long time, it was not easy for people to connect the different incidents, so by the time the cases came to light, it was already too late... In the past few years, these cases have become unsolved mysteries.

If it weren't for the fact that their 'works' at Shinjuku Plaza were too provocative and alarmed the entire Japanese city, Louis and the Leatherworker might have been able to move on to other cities and continue causing trouble, given their methods.

"Louis."

Just then, the cobbler, who had been silent for a long time, spoke up.

Do you think my revolution is correct?

"of course."

Louis knew that the leatherworker was recklessly heading towards destruction. To be fair, although the two were the best-matched pair under the rules of the Holy Grail, there was no need for them to die. The best way was to surrender themselves.

...However, the Master, all alone, seemed to be in great pain.

Because Louis knew firsthand how painful loneliness could be.

While he was alive, he lost his father, his mother, his caregiver, and was even forced by revolutionaries to accuse him of having an affair with his mother. If he didn't stand firmly on the same side as his Master, the guilt of leaving others alone would weigh heavily on his chest.

The leatherworker stared intently at Louis, who looked like a porcelain doll, and finally chuckled softly at him.

"In that case, let's leave behind works that can change the world before we get caught."

"But there are only twelve people in the basement..."

Louis looked up at the dimly lit basement, which was more like an underground prison than a basement.

On both sides of the passage, there were rows of iron-barred cells spaced at fixed intervals. It didn't look like the real world at all. Each cell had people in it, but they were all lying there helplessly because they had been drugged.

"With Akihabara so heavily guarded right now, I'm afraid there's no chance to catch another one..."

The leatherworker's hobby is sewing thirteen people together.

In Western culture, especially within the Church, this is an ominous number, primarily due to Judas's betrayal and the mass arrests and executions of the Knights Templar, led by Grand Master Morley, on Friday, October 13, 1307.

Even in Norse mythology, at a banquet of the gods, the 13th guest was Loki, the god of evil, who was also the one who caused the death of Baldr, the god of light.

"Yes, there are guys who don't care about their own lives."

Louis blinked at the leatherworker's words. He understood what he meant: ordinary citizens couldn't easily catch them, but the 'surveillancers' were specially allowed to go outside the city.

"However, they should also be strictly prohibited from traveling, it seems there have been other murder cases..."

"I saw it when I took the shoes to the store to sell them."

The cobbler stared at his hands and said to himself, "That woman, the woman whose style is completely different from Akihabara's yet still lives here, she followed the same path as before. That's right, she must have gone 'outside' that day."

A woman completely different from the Akihabara style—Kuonji Aratsu.

It's impossible for the leatherworker to know Kuonji Yuzu, and there was no communication between them. The leatherworker, who lived in Akihabara, simply observed this. As for how he knew that Yuzu was a surveyor, he probably learned it from the city's information network. Without special concealment and modification, it would be easy to learn a person's basic information on the city's information network.

Given Kuonji Aratama's personality, she naturally wouldn't hide anything, and presumably even the fact that she didn't use the Holy Grail's power to summon Servants is already in her basic information.

“I understand. So when should we take action, Master?”

"The sooner the better."

After the cobbler finished speaking, he handed the children's shoes that were placed on the ground to Louis, "These are the shoes that the shoe stores on the commercial street ordered today. Go and deliver them."

"completely fine."

Louis jumped off the workbench, grabbed his shoes, and jogged away from the basement.

Water droplets condensed on the dimly lit basement walls. The leatherworker sniffed Don slightly, inhaling the stench of decay and rotting flesh.

Before the times changed, he had smelled different scents in many places, from the cold scent of clear streams flowing down the mountains to the scent of the wind that accompanied the night, but... everything ended in this so-called new era.

He hated this era, hated that as a human being he was bound by the Holy Grail and Servants. This was human land, and he did not desire immortality, but only hoped to live naturally. Even if the land outside the city was uninhabitable for humans, it was not a reason for 'humans' to be bound.

Therefore, only a cobbler who desires self-destruction would carry out a so-called revolution, even though it only brings death everywhere.

The cobbler's tall figure cast a distorted shadow in the candlelight, his calloused hands nervously rubbing the edge of the workbench where Louis had just slept: "For the success of the revolution."

The Holy Grail of the New Age has a systemic fundamental error: it exposes the fact that replacing the act of measuring human nature with magic and relying entirely on magic to deal with it is a form of complacency, and it also has its limits, because the root of human nature is not inherently good or evil.

Louis himself also has a Noble Phantasm, the effect of which is to capture a scene from the French Revolution. In other words, it means to sacrifice himself to kill the leader or founder of the environment. The requirement to activate it is to carry out thirteen rounds of killings with the Master, with thirteen people killed each round.

In other words, this Noble Phantasm can be activated by killing just one more person, and the target is self-evident.

"Matsuru Chitose, you bastard who destroyed everything for humanity..."

A sickly light shone in the leatherworker's sunken eyes. "I will kill you, and end this absurd and ugly era. The world belongs to humanity, not to those long-dead ghosts who should be buried long ago..."

……

"Oh dear, business isn't very good today. I wonder if business will improve after we get arrested."

Louis, who had just sold his shoes and walked out of the shop, looked extremely devout in the sunlight streaming in at an angle.

Like a seeker who dedicates himself to something sacred.

As Akihabara is positioned as a tourist city, the search area has been narrowed down to this place, so the flow of people is less than before. However, that is only relative. Humans and Servants dressed in swimsuits or casual clothes can still be seen everywhere on the streets.

This is natural, since the murder only served as a deterrent and did not have a significant impact on the formation of the era or people's lives, so naturally everyone went their own way.

Can killing Chitose Masuru change everything and complete the revolution?

Louis had no idea, but a bitter smile would occasionally flicker across his lips.

Although they are different, he has no reason to refuse his Master.

Louis the Last walked forward with a cheerful heart, intending to report his Master's gains for the day.

Then, Louis brushed past a girl on the street. Her face, which seemed indifferent to everyone, and her instinctive fear as a Servant, instantly made Louis realize that it was Utsumi Erise, whom he had met earlier.

"The Last Louis?"

Louis originally didn't want to alert the enemy, but he was called out to. When he turned around, he found that Eri seemed to have turned silver-haired in an instant.

For some reason, Louis found it to be a deep and gentle voice.

"It's been a long time, Utsumi. I hope you can forgive my Master's rudeness last time."

"That matter doesn't matter."

"Even so, I still hope you can forgive him."

"You're really stubborn. What is Louis feeling right now?"

The silver-haired Erise is naturally a manifestation of Novia possessing Erise.

Several days have passed since Eri deliberately ignored her last time, causing her to awaken the Magic Bullet Shooter. Eri has been very resolute, and during this time she has truly ignored Novia's words, even when she possesses her.

The reason Eri was on the street this time was that she intended to perform her duties as a night patrol officer and search for information about the murder case.

The reason Novia came out was quite simple: she saw Louis.

"What... mood?"

Louis continued smiling, "What does this mean? I'm a little confused—"

"During the French Revolution, he was imprisoned with his parents. After his father's death, he was declared Louis XVII, even though he was still under house arrest at the time. He was only eight years old. In other words, he spent almost all of his childhood in house arrest."

"Are you questioning me? Haha, you're overthinking it."

Louis looked intently at the silver-haired Eri, and smiled.

It was an innocent smile that perfectly matched her appearance.

"Those things are not worth mentioning. Although I am aware of this as an avenger, I am the last king of France and must face my own death. Even if times change, even if I can do nothing, even if I am about to die, I must take responsibility and stand above others. That must be the case."

Was Louis XVII, imprisoned, merely lamenting his powerlessness?

But Novia understood that the reason he could say he was an avenger in a half-joking manner was because he hoped to be released and escape from prison. And the words he was saying now were probably spoken by his mother, who used to be with him, to comfort him.

French President François Mitterrand once said: "The French Revolution, like life itself, is a mixture. It is both inspiring and unacceptable. In the Revolution, hope and terror were intertwined, and violence and charity were mixed together."

Louis gave a perfunctory "yes, yes" to the silver-haired Eri, having already heard similar comments many times before. He didn't care at all and just wanted to escape Eri's "interrogation" as soon as possible.

"But I also understand that your worries and your Avenger class are all legitimate. No one can say 'what if,' no one can say that if things had gone more smoothly, things might have gone more smoothly if things had been more cautious or more aggressive. However, things did not turn out that way. People who came after had to accept the fact that things did not turn out that way."

"Oh? Judging from the way Utsugi sees you..."

Louis paused for a moment. "You think the revolution is bad?"

"I support the revolution, even though violence could not be controlled."

Silver-haired Eri smiled, a smile that seemed unusual to Louis for a child of that age.

"Just like the people born in the new era, they will probably like all things glamorous and luxurious, and they will sympathize with the deceased, but no one wants to see everything that it represents in front of them."

Louis XVII did not answer immediately.

"But are you really unwilling to escape from that prison?"

"Yes, it's a responsibility."

Louis XVII smiled and nodded. "If there is nothing else, please allow me to take my leave."

After saying that, Louis left as if fleeing, leaving only the silver-haired Eri watching his retreating figure.

"That's strange, why are you so interested in that Louis?"