Chapter 291: Phantylia

Chapter 291: Chapter 291: Phantylia

Tohsaka Residence

Inside the elegant room, the atmosphere was colder than the winter night outside.

Tohsaka Tokiomi clutched his swollen cheek, scrambling up from the floor in a sorry state. His meticulously groomed hair was disheveled, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

He kept his head down, forcibly suppressing the humiliation, anger, and deep sense of powerlessness against that disobedient Servant churning within him.

Being treated like this by his own Servant in front of his disciple, Kirei Kotomine, was simply the greatest stain on his elegant life.

Kirei Kotomine stood silently in the shadows of the room’s corner like a lifeless puppet, his black priest’s robe almost blending into the darkness.

He had no expression on his face, as if indifferent to everything happening before him, though deep within his hollow eyes, some kind of ripple seemed to be fluctuating.

On the other side of the room, on a comfortable armchair, a woman was leaning elegantly.

She had the appearance of Tingyun, with conspicuous fluffy fox ears and a large Tail. Her features were exquisite and charming, and her fox-like eyes seemed to smile without smiling, carrying a natural allure in every glance.

She wore an improved, gorgeous kimono that suited the aesthetics of this world, holding a small, delicate folding fan in her hand, swaying it gently as if enjoying an interesting play.

This was the "Lord Ravager · Phantylia," who had been "invited" to this world by Aha in some unknown way, had most of her power sealed, and was summoned by Kirei Kotomine as an Assassin by mistake.

When Tohsaka Tokiomi checked the summoning results, he was misled by Phantylia’s Foxian appearance. Combined with historical records of the Holy Grail War, he reached a "logical" deduction—this must be the great demon from Japanese legend, Tamamo no Mae!

Although it was strange that her class was Assassin, it was barely plausible since Tamamo no Mae was indeed skilled in disguise and bewitchment.

Phantylia found this misunderstanding amusing, so she went along with it and didn’t cause a scene.

She happened to need time to figure out her situation and the rules of this world.

Moreover, secretly controlling the mentally flawed Kirei Kotomine, observing the struggles of an "orthodox Magus," and watching that arrogant Golden Flashy Heroic Spirit get thwarted was quite a nice pastime for her.

Just moments ago, it was she who quietly influenced Gilgamesh’s rage—which was nearing total loss of control—so that his will to resist when receiving the command spells was less absolute, allowing Tohsaka Tokiomi to succeed by luck.

Otherwise, given the King of Heroes’ resistance to command spells, he might have stabbed Tokiomi to death first in his fury.

"How pathetic, Mr. Tokiomi."

Phantylia covered her lips with the folding fan, her voice delicate and melodious, carrying a hint of imperceptible mockery. "To possess such a powerful Servant yet be unable to control him, and instead be bitten back... This doesn’t quite fit the ’elegant’ tradition of the Tohsaka Family, does it?"

Tohsaka Tokiomi’s body stiffened. He didn’t turn back, just replied in a low voice: "...Forgive the unseemly sight, Caster (he still thought Phantylia was the Caster-class Tamamo no Mae, after all, there was still Hassan). Archer’s temperament is too arrogant; it was my lack of preparation."

"Arrogant?"

Phantylia chuckled and waved her fan. "Indeed. However, to be rendered so uncomposed by a small ice arrow... Heh, should I call it pure-hearted? Or is it that the unknown attacker’s methods were too exquisite?"

Her words were like fine needles, making Tokiomi’s cheeks burn with pain.

This wasn’t just mocking Archer; it was mocking the incompetence of his master.

Gilgamesh’s figure materialized in the center of the room, his face still so gloomy that water could drip from it.

He didn’t even look at Tokiomi on the ground; his crimson eyes scraped over Phantylia like knives.

"Hmph, ignorant fox demon. This is not your place to speak."

Gilgamesh’s tone was icy. "If not for the fact that you still have some use, this King would have already torn your fake skin to shreds."

He felt no affection for this woman who exuded an aura that instinctively displeased him and who was mistaken by Tokiomi for some Tamamo no Mae.

Phantylia didn’t mind at all; she even smiled more charmingly: "Oh my, His Majesty the King of Heroes is truly strict. This little one is merely speaking the truth."

She suddenly seemed to sense something, her fox ears twitching slightly. Her gaze shifted toward the outside of the residence, and the smile on her face deepened with a sense of "as expected."

"It seems... we have been discovered."

"Hmm?" Gilgamesh frowned, his powerful perception instantly expanding outward.

Tohsaka Tokiomi also became instantly alert: "An intruder? The barrier didn’t react..."

Kirei Kotomine remained silent, though his fingertips trembled imperceptibly.

Gilgamesh snorted coldly, a flash of murderous intent crossing his face: "Ignorant mongrel... daring to chase us here!"

He instantly locked onto the magical aura he hated to the bone, along with another relatively weak but equally annoying aura.

Without any hesitation, his figure materialized and vanished; clearly, he was going out to "greet" the uninvited guests.

Old grudges and new hatreds, it was time to settle them all at once!

Tohsaka Tokiomi hurriedly struggled to stand straight, preparing to activate the residence’s defensive spells and investigate the situation.

Outside the Tohsaka Residence · Courtyard

Herta and Asta stood outside the courtyard.

Herta scanned the surrounding environment, a flicker of light passing through her purple-black eyes.

"Stable spatial structure, weak barriers, antiquated magical traces... A typical indigenous mystical-side residence."

She murmured, then locked her gaze on the main house. "The source of the anomaly is inside, and also... hmm, that Golden Flashy’s aura of frustrated rage is there too."

As soon as she finished speaking, the air in front of them twisted. Gilgamesh’s figure stepped out as if from water ripples, hovering half a meter above the ground, looking down at the two from above.

He had changed into more casual but still magnificent golden loungewear, though the anger and killing intent on his face had not diminished in the slightest.

"Ignorant woman! And you, you ominous one!"

Gilgamesh’s crimson eyes stared fixedly at Herta, his voice like poisoned ice. "Daring to chase me to my own territory, are you in such a hurry to die?!"

Herta crossed her arms, looking up at him without the slightest fear, instead retorting in that flat, infuriating tone:

"Oh? Not hiding at home tending to your backside anymore? Able to come out and see people so soon?"

"You—!!!"

Gilgamesh instantly lost his composure. The shame and anger he had barely suppressed rushed to his head again, his face turning red (a young girl’s (crossed out) blush is better than anything), and golden ripples began to appear in the air behind him.

However, before he could act, seven or eight figures wearing black tights and white skull masks emerged silently from the shadows around the courtyard like ghosts—they were the Assassin Clone of Hassan of the Hundred Faces.

Like well-trained hunters, they scattered instantly, surrounding Herta and Asta in the center, various short blades, daggers, and shuriken in their hands flashing with cold light.

Herta swept a glance at these Assassin Clone, a sneer of disdain curling the corner of her mouth:

"Just relying on these stinking fish and rotten shrimp? They don’t even qualify to make me lift a finger."

Seemingly to verify her words, those seven or eight Assassin Clone moved simultaneously!

They lunged at the two in the center like black lightning from all tricky angles!

Their speed was extremely fast, their coordination impeccable, sealing off all room for evasion!

Herta remained standing in place, even taking the time to adjust the brim of her witchs hat, not even bothering to summon the purple light mirrors around her.

Asta moved.

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