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The "Vampire King," who had just unleashed his "true form" and was about to unleash his raging fury on the Akame sisters, suddenly narrowed his hideous beastly eyes, which were filled with destructive and murderous desires!
His powerful, beast-like battle instincts as the "King of the Undead" were frantically issuing him the most deadly and piercing warnings!
Run away!
Run away!
Run away!
However, it's all too late now.
"--Too slow."
A cold, indifferent, emotionless whisper, seemingly from the deepest hell, quietly sounded behind him.
He didn't even have time to turn around.
He didn't even have time to see clearly what the "enemy" who was about to end his centuries-long life filled with sin and depravity looked like.
He felt a dark magic power, more pure, more domineering, and more filled with destruction and tyranny than any "power" he had ever seen before, erupting from behind him like an ancient dragon awakening!
Pfft——!
Those tough, malevolent "bat wings," strong enough to withstand the frontal bombardment of conventional artillery shells, were like the most fragile, most vulnerable piece of paper before that dark holy sword, filled with "the tyranny of the king," easily split in two!
Tight & is % chess (four') Ba died then.
That ferocious, terrifying "monster" body, which was enough to easily tear apart an armored vehicle, was also pierced through from behind by that unreasonable, pitch-black sword light!
"Uh... ah..."
The vampire slowly lowered his head, which had long since become a grotesque, inhuman form.
He stared in disbelief at the cold, ornate, black sword tip that pierced through his chest, wreathed in ominous, magical lightning.
His powerful and proud "super-regeneration" ability as the "King of the Undead" was completely nullified by the erosion of the domineering and dark magic power filled with the attributes of "dragons"!
His rapidly fading "vitality" was frantically proclaiming to him a cruel "fact" that he absolutely could not accept.
He is walking towards—
death.
"—Scraps."
"Alt," Artoria Pendragon said slowly, in a cold, absolute, and disdainful tone, as if she were crushing the filthiest, most vile bug.
"You, a pathetic beast who can't even control your own desires..."
"Does he even deserve to treat the king as your dessert?"
Slowly, she drew out the black Excalibur that had pierced through the other's body.
Then, under the vampire's gaze—a gaze filled with fear, disbelief, and despair—
Her petite figure, clad in dark, cold armor, instantly transformed into a black, deathly tornado—a force beyond description, filled with "destruction" and "tyranny"!
puff!puff!puff!
Countless dark, ominous sword lights, filled with the "wrath of the king," were like the most violent and dense "death storm," capable of tearing everything to shreds. At this moment, they were unleashed madly on the pathetic "monster" that had already lost all ability to resist!
That so-called "immortality" seemed utterly laughable before the pitch-black holy sword, powerful enough to sever "cause and effect."
So-called "blood magic" appears so insignificant before the "Dragon's Heart," which comes from the "Red Dragon" and is even more ancient and domineering.
That agonizing, resentful, inhuman wail, lasted only less than three seconds before abruptly ceasing.
Then, the pitch-black storm of death, filled with "destruction" and "tyranny," slowly dissipated.
The entire old school building, silent and filled with the smell of decay, has long since lost any trace of the once invincible "King of Vampires".
His enormous, grotesque "monster" body, along with his filthy soul filled with sin and depravity, were utterly decomposed, evaporated, and annihilated by that dark magic filled with "the tyranny of a king," returning to the purest, most primal state—
nothingness.
Artoria Pendragon (Alt) slowly withdrew the holy sword, which still exuded a cold, ominous aura.
Her face, always cold, indifferent, and exquisitely doll-like, remained completely expressionless.
It was as if the one-sided "execution" that had just taken place, filled with "violent aesthetics," was nothing more than a trivial exercise for her—cleaning up her "dish" after a meal.
She slowly turned around and glanced at the red-eyed sisters with her cold, indifferent, golden vertical pupils that belonged to a "king." From beginning to end, they had simply stood quietly to the side, like the most professional "audience," appreciating this "feast."
Then, in a cold, emotionless tone, as if stating a simple fact, she spoke.
"—Cleaning complete."
"Go back and report to your master."
216 The Hunt's Reward and the Fox's Smile
When those three figures, like "Grim Reapers" returning from the deepest hell, filled with icy killing intent, appeared once again, silently, in the warm and noisy apartment living room, a fierce "Pudding Defense War" concerning the "family financial deficit" had just ended, its curtain falling on "compromise" and "helplessness."
Finally, under Rin Tohsaka's mournful accusation that "if we keep eating, we'll all be starving," the Akame sisters reluctantly gave up their sinful covetousness of the last two boxes of "family food" in the refrigerator.
"--Owner."
Alt, slowly walked up to the one and only "King" who was leisurely enjoying this heartwarming farce full of "life".
She gazed at him silently, her cold, indifferent, golden vertical pupils that belonged to a "dragon".
Then, in the most concise, efficient, emotionless, machine-like, perfect tone of a "task report," he slowly began to speak.
"—Cleaning complete."
"The target has been completely eliminated."
"Leaving no trace."
"--Thanks for your hard work."
Gu Chuan put down the beer can, which was now completely empty.
He looked at the three powerful and beautiful "sharp blades" who had just finished their "hunt," and a satisfied smile appeared on his face, full of satisfaction from his "master" for his best "employees."
"—As a reward."
He slowly stood up from the sofa.
He first turned his gaze to the adorable Akame sisters, whose faces were filled with a "pleasure for praise" expression, as if to say, "Although I didn't get to eat the last pudding, I just pulled off a big one, so I'm awesome, praise me!"
He smiled, and then snapped his fingers.
next second.
A dreamlike scene, filled with "magic" and leaving everyone present speechless, unfolded!
In the center of the living room, on the huge coffee table, a small "mountain" suddenly appeared out of nowhere, made up of all sorts of top-quality "desserts"—some they had seen before, some they hadn't—that exuded an enticing, sweet aroma, as if they only existed in a fairy tale world!
Whether it's the "lava cake" that's meticulously crafted with the finest dark chocolate from France, melting in your mouth.
Or rather, there's the "Strawberry Mousse," adorned with the freshest, most translucent, ruby-like strawberries from Hokkaido, brimming with the essence of "love."
Or perhaps, those "limited edition puddings" of various flavors, bouncy and smooth, that Rin Tohsaka had already listed as "top-level household controlled supplies"...
Everything seemed to be the most generous "gift" from the god of desserts!
"Wow--!"
Red eyes and black eyes, those eyes that were always calm as water, were instantly filled with those bright "stars" that were enough to completely overwhelm any "sweet tooth"!
They even forgot to ask their master for "permission".
Like two adorable little hamsters who hadn't eaten for three days and three nights, they let out a joyful cheer and pounced on the "treasure mountain" made of desserts, a place filled with a dreamlike atmosphere!
Gu Chuan looked at the two adorable "little foodies" who had been completely captivated by the desserts and whose mouths were full of cream. His smile grew even gentler.
Then, he turned his gaze to the one who, from beginning to end, simply watched everything quietly—the cold, indifferent golden vertical pupils, devoid of any ripples, the ruthless "Black Knight King."
He knew it very well.
For this "king" who had long been accustomed to "tyranny" and "destruction," any material "reward" seemed so pale and powerless.
What she longed for was not these cheap "sweets" filled with the spirit of "peace".
Instead, it was filled with "blood" and "wailing," something even more exciting, even more interesting—
"--hunting".
"—Artoria."
Gu Chuan slowly began to speak.
"How was the appetizer tonight?"
Black Sab, those cold, indifferent golden vertical pupils, flickered slightly.
She looked at the mysterious "master" before her, who seemed to be able to easily see through her, to the deepest, most primal "desire" hidden beneath her cold exterior, and slowly uttered two words.
"Too weak."
"haha, really?"
Gu Chuan smiled.
"Don't worry."
"Next time, I will prepare for you an even more delicious, even more powerful dish, one that will make your already thirsty sword tremble with excitement..."
He paused, and a hint of amusement, absolute and playful, kingly smile flashed in his dark eyes.
"--main course."
Hearing this, one senses an absolute declaration filled with the meaning of "indulgence" and "commitment".
Black Sab's lips, which were always cold, indifferent, and as delicate as a doll's, for the first time, uncontrollably and slightly turned upwards, a subtle arc filled with "satisfaction" and "expectation" that was almost imperceptible to anyone.
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late at night.
Finally, the noisy and chaotic "dessert war" in the apartment came to an end.
Gu Chuan, alone, came to the balcony.
He took out his phone and dialed that familiar number, which was filled with an air of "mystery".
The phone was answered almost instantly, the very first second it rang.
"--Hello?"
On the other end of the line came Yura Chitose's voice, always full of intellect and gentleness, mature and pleasant, seemingly with a hint of laughter.
"Calling the teacher so late. Could it be that Gu Chuan-jun is too excited to sleep after the hunt?"
"Teacher, you're joking."
Gu Chuan looked out the window at the moon, which had long since regained its bright, silvery-white beauty. He spoke in a calm, emotionless tone, as if recounting a trivial matter.
"I just wanted to let you know."
"Your so-called trouble..."
"I've already cleaned it up myself."
"……oh?"
There was a long, unexpected silence on the other end of the phone.
After a long while. 950
Yura Chitose's soft laughter, filled with admiration and understanding, slowly drifted over.
"Ha ha ha ha ha……"
"As expected of Gu Chuan-jun."
"The cleaning efficiency here is much higher than that of the official cleaners in our city who only know how to drink tea and read newspapers."
"—So, as a small reward for being an excellent cleaner."
She paused, and that sly, mischievous smile, full of a "fox's" cunning, seemed to be able to be clearly transmitted through the cold radio waves.
"Come to the teacher's infirmary again after school tomorrow."