Watching Yoru Hayashi count the cash with practiced dexterity, the manager of the Hyatt Hotel was crying under his desk like a two-hundred-pound baby.
“Mr.
Hayashi…
here is your prepaid room fee for the week, plus compensation for emotional distress to help ease your young cousin’s shock…
Three million two hundred thousand yen in total.
Please give it a count.” The manager handed over a thick manila envelope with trembling hands, his heart bleeding profusely.
Could he refuse?
Would he dare?
Just look at the snapped load-bearing pillar in the lobby, then look at the blonde man in leather standing nearby, radiating an aura that said, *Touch me and die*.
If the money arrived a single second late, the manager didn’t doubt for a moment that he’d be sliced into sashimi on the spot.
“Not bad, not bad.
The count is right.
You’re a generous boss.”
Yoru Hayashi shoved the envelope into his pants pocket and casually patted the manager’s balding, horseshoe-shaped head.
“Leave the building repairs to the insurance company.
Just say it was a gas explosion.
Also, if that foreign blonde lying on the floor whose fake teeth I slapped out wakes up, remember to tell him I canceled my reservation—and even if he wants to stay, he can’t.
There’s no front door left anyway!”
With that, Yoru Hayashi picked up Sakura with deep satisfaction.
He beckoned to the dazed Kariya and the contemptuous Gilgamesh, then swaggered out of the drafty hotel lobby.
“That was extortion, wasn’t it?
That was definitely extortion!”
Back inside the black Toyota van, Kariya Matou finally couldn’t help venting.
He was the young master of a wealthy family, and even though he had been a runaway for years, he had never seen anyone dress up highway robbery so refined and noble.
“What do you mean extortion?
This is legally defending our rights.” Yoru Hayashi slumped into the back row without a shred of guilt and shoved the manila envelope into Kariya’s arms.
“Consider this our common fund.
Drive, brother—back to your big villa in Miyama-cho!”
Seated in the front passenger chair, Gilgamesh scoffed coldly.
“Wasting my time here over a mere handful of mortal trash paper.
Your vision is utterly repulsive, mongrel.”
“What the hell do you know?
Without money, how am I supposed to buy you grilled beef sinew?” Yoru Hayashi shut down the King of Heroes in a single sentence.
The van sped down the quiet streets of Fuyuki City.
After a period of silence in the vehicle, Kariya glanced at the rearview mirror and asked anxiously, “Yoru, that crazy female knight ran away.
Tokiomi Tohsaka definitely knows we intercepted his Servant.
With his conniving personality, he’ll stop at nothing to get revenge.
What do we do next?”
“Revenge?
He’s probably still fighting for his life in the ICU.”
Yoru Hayashi snorted.
“With Mordred’s brainless barrage just now, Tokiomi’s mana bar was completely drained.
If he lives through it, he’s lucky.
But you’re right—the Holy Grail War has officially begun.
Not just Tokiomi, the other Masters have probably summoned their Servants as well.”
Yoru Hayashi watched the streetlights flash past the window, a glint of chaotic amusement gleaming in his eyes.
“Brother, if I’m not mistaken, that infamous Magus Killer—Kiritsugu Emiya—should be at the Einzbern castle right about now, having summoned the legendary King Arthur.”
“King Arthur?!” Kariya’s hands jolted, making the van swerve sharply in an S-curve.
“Yeah, Mordred’s unlucky dad,” Yoru Hayashi grinned. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
“Think about it.
If that ‘filial child’ Mordred finds out her dad is in this war too, how magnificent will that scene be?
Old bastard Tokiomi wants to lie low?
Impossible.
That girl will charge through the streets like a wild dog off its leash to pick a fight with her dad!
We can just sit back, relax, watch this epic father-daughter showdown, and play the sneak behind the scenes.”
Hearing this analysis, the corners of Kariya’s mouth curled up wildly once more.
Tokiomi Tohsaka’s misfortune was his single greatest source of joy.
…
Half an hour later, at the Miyama-cho villa.
After tucking Sakura into a second-floor bedroom while she nodded off from exhaustion, Yoru Hayashi quietly shut the door and walked down to the living room on the first floor.
The LCD TV in the living room was on, broadcasting the midnight news of Fuyuki City: “We have just received word that a severe gas explosion occurred at the Hyatt Hotel in the Shinto district.
The ground-floor lobby sustained heavy damage.
No casualties have been reported at this time…”
“That excuse is truly universal.
Blame everything on gas.”
Yoru Hayashi pulled two cans of beer from the fridge, tossed one to Kariya on the sofa, popped his own open, and took a deep swig.
Gilgamesh stood leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out at the night view of Miyama-cho.
Without the noise of daytime, the King of Heroes’ back harbored a rare trace of solitary quiet.
“Old Gil, what are you looking at?” Yoru Hayashi walked over and asked casually.
“Boring.
Brightly lit as this city is, there is not a single thing capable of bringing me joy.” Gilgamesh didn’t turn around, his voice dripping with unvarnished boredom.
Yoru Hayashi’s eyes darted around.
He knew it was time to find some entertainment for this high-and-mighty lord.
In the original story, which faction at the start of the Fourth Holy Grail War was the most disgusting and deserved to die the most?
Without a doubt, it was the serial-killing psycho who summoned Caster (Gilles de Rais, Bluebeard)—Ryuunosuke Uryuu!
When those two beasts got together, they practically turned Fuyuki City into a slaughterhouse, kidnapping children specifically to perform inhumane demonic rituals.
Leaving scumbags like them alive overnight was an insult to oxygen.
“Old Gil, since you’re bored, how about I find you a job to do?” Yoru Hayashi crushed his empty beer can and tossed it into the trash.
Gilgamesh glanced sideways at him.
“You dare speak to me as if hiring a hired hand?
Who do you think you are?”
“Hey, don’t fly off the handle just yet.
Hear me out.”
Yoru Hayashi pulled up a chair and sat down, his expression turning exceedingly solemn—with a hint of instigation.
“Haven’t you always claimed everything under heaven is your property?
Then, by your logic, doesn’t this city and its people count as the courtyard and subjects of you, the King?”
Gilgamesh’s brows knit slightly.
Though he found the mongrel’s tone odd, he nodded haughtily.
“Of course.
All things under heaven are my personal property.”
“Exactly!”
Yoru Hayashi slapped his thigh hard and pointed at the night sky outside.
“Right now, some blind psycho serial killer summoned a Servant that looks like a bug-eyed toad out of nowhere.
These two creeps are running around your garden kidnapping children, stinking up the whole place, and planning some demonic summoning ritual!”
Yoru Hayashi paused, adopting an exaggerated tone: “Think about it!
Someone is on your turf, handling your personal property without your permission, and even muddying up your backyard!
Can you tolerate that?”
Standing behind them, Kariya Matou rolled his eyes hard. Find the original chapter at novelping.com.
This kid’s talent for hoodwinking people was truly something else.
He obviously just wanted to wipe out Caster’s lair, yet he had to frame it around the King’s pride.
Yet oddly enough, this tactic worked like a charm on Gilgamesh.
An unvarnished killing intent flared instantly within the King of Heroes’ crimson eyes.
Above all else, he loathed anyone daring to trespass upon his domain or mess with his treasures.
“A mere rat squirming in the sewers dares to reek up my courtyard?!” Gilgamesh’s voice was as cold as ice shards, a faint golden shimmer rippling in the empty air behind him.
“Mongrel, where are those two maggots?”
“I roughly know where they are—inside Fuyuki City’s underground sewer system.
But since the sewers are a maze, we’ll need to run a sting operation to bait them.”
Yoru Hayashi grinned, flashing his white teeth.
That sick murderer targeted children specifically; Yoru Hayashi had already condemned Ryuunosuke Uryuu to death in his mind.
Since he had a system and infinite revives, plus a fully-loaded nuclear warhead standing right beside him, if he didn’t go incinerate this scum, he’d be doing a disservice to his title of “Pure Love God of War of Fuyuki.”
“Brother, prepare a few props tomorrow.
Things like a child’s backpack equipped with a transmitter.
We’ll take a stroll in the park, and I guarantee we’ll flush that pervert out,” Yoru Hayashi instructed Kariya.
Kariya nodded.
As someone with a strong protective instinct, he agreed a hundred percent with exterminating a sick creep.
“Alright, we act tomorrow night.”
Yoru Hayashi stood up and took a long stretch.
“Wiping out evil is everyone’s responsibility.
Tomorrow night, I’m going to give that bug-eyed toad a free physical exorcism!”
…
The following night, Fuyuki Central Park.
A cold wind swept up fallen leaves across the ground, and the park lights burned dim.
Due to the recent rash of child disappearances, there shouldn’t have been a single soul around at this hour.
Yet right now, Yoru Hayashi sat alone on a bench.
He held a small pink backpack, keeping his head low and acting like a frantic parent looking for a lost child.
Meanwhile, perched in the canopy of a tree less than two hundred meters away, Gilgamesh stood with arms crossed, looking down at the scene.
Kariya hid in the car further off, serving as backup.
*Rustle…
rustle…*
Faint footsteps sounded from the bushes behind Yoru Hayashi.
Immediately after, a gaunt man in a black cloak with unnaturally huge whites of his eyes appeared at Yoru Hayashi’s side like a ghost.
A sickeningly fanatical smile hung at the corners of his mouth, and he held a crystal ball emitting an eerie magical power.
“Mister…
are you looking for your child?
Hehehe…”
The newcomer was none other than Caster (Bluebeard).
His unnaturally bulging eyes locked onto the backpack in Yoru Hayashi’s hands.
“If your child is cute, she might be inside one of my ‘artworks’ right now, savoring ultimate terror…”
Hearing this perverse statement,
Yoru Hayashi slowly raised his head.
There was not a single trace of anxiety or grief on his face—only a deadly coldness reserved for a corpse.
“Bug-eyed toad, I’ve been waiting for you for a long damn time.”
Yoru Hayashi tossed the pink backpack directly onto the ground.
He clenched his right fist tightly as light-blue mana instantly wrapped around his entire arm.
“Art, huh?
Today, I’ll teach you what the art of pain fucking feels like!”
Relying on terrifying explosive force, he drove a straight punch packing hundreds of pounds of force straight into Bluebeard’s twisted face!
The battle erupted instantly!