Chapter 26: Burden, Curse, Destructive Impulse
It worked!
Roy stared at the figure emerging from the magic circle, his face lighting up with joy.
Through his Mystic Eyes, he had successfully altered the Holy Grail's mechanisms, making it possible to summon a second Servant.
But he hadn't been entirely certain he could summon this particular Servant.
After all, this Servant hadn't technically died.
After completing his feats, he had undergone a long period of cultivation, ultimately ascending to immortality, disappearing from the mortal world.
Even now, this figure was still alive somewhere in the world. By all logic, summoning him should have been impossible.
Sure, Roy possessed Mystic Eyes capable of controlling any magical technique, but defying reality itself—overriding the will of a living being to demote them to a Servant—was beyond even his powers.
He had only tried out of curiosity, with a backup plan in case this failed.
But it worked.
"You actually answered my summons. I'm honored," Roy breathed a deep sigh of relief, his body visibly relaxing.
Summoning this Servant meant half of his objective was already complete.
"Haha, don't be so modest, Master."
The Rider-class Servant stepped out of the magic circle, his lavish robes flowing gracefully, a warm smile on his face, eyes crinkling into crescent moons.
"I've always been curious about this world's development. Not just me—even my superiors are keeping an eye on things here. Given the chance to experience it firsthand, how could I resist?"
In other words, Rider had found the situation intriguing enough to voluntarily lower his status and respond to Roy's summons.
"Your superiors? Seriously?"
Roy was stunned.
Was the state of this world significant enough to draw the attention of his superiors?
"Of course."
Rider fished out a folding fan from somewhere and waved it lazily, his sly, fox-like grin never leaving his face.
"The spiritual barrier surrounding Fuyuki City—that's the work of the second True Magician, the Wizard Marshall Zelretch. He set that up ten years ago, didn't he? That alone is enough to warrant attention. And then there are those strange refugees from other worlds—how could anyone ignore that?"
Rider's words were clearly suggestive.
Roy nodded in understanding.
It made sense. Ordinary magi had convinced themselves that the refugees were parallel-world travelers, but those who had achieved immortality couldn't see through the mysterious fog surrounding them. Naturally, such oddities would attract attention.
To be honest, even Roy had no idea why people like Kasumigaoka Utaha and Aizaka ended up in the Type-Moon world.
He, too, found this world fascinating—worth exploring.
But he had more important things to focus on. Vital things that demanded his full attention.
There was no time to waste chasing the mystery of those refugees.
"Rider, since you—"
Roy was about to continue when his heart suddenly lurched.
His heartbeat spiraled out of control, thundering violently in his chest. It was as if he'd been struck by lightning—his blood boiled, surging through his veins like fire.
"Ugh!"
A strangled groan escaped his throat as his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the floor.
The white-haired boy lay sprawled on the ground, his skin flushed a deep red as though scorched by flames, sweat pouring down his face in torrents.
"Master?!"
Rider's shocked voice reached his ears.
But Roy's mind was ablaze, his vision blurring. He couldn't make sense of anything—not even his Servant's concerned voice.
Inside his head, a cacophony of demonic whispers echoed endlessly.
"Kill them! Kill them all! Kill everyone! Destroy everything!"
"Stab them! Shoot them! Drown them! Burn them alive!"
"Suffocate them! Violate them! Pierce their hearts! Crush their organs!"
The dark voices raged within his mind, the murderous intent dancing along his nerves.
Anger, humiliation, and malevolence coiled around his heart, driving him toward corruption.
"A curse… Just this much…"
Roy gritted his teeth.
His consciousness teetered on the brink, tossed around by the curse like a boat in a stormy sea, or a rootless leaf caught in a violent wind.
Yet, deep within his subconscious, he clung to his sanity with the tenacity of a starving beast clamping its jaws around its prey, refusing to let go.
"The curse… It's not just physical torment. The real danger is the mental corruption," Rider muttered as he crouched down to examine Roy, his brows furrowing slightly.
"This is a real headache. The curse has been deeply embedded in his body for years now. I can remove the physical symptoms easily enough, but the mental corruption keeps renewing itself. In the end, he'll have to fight it off himself. Man, I hope I'm not the first heroic spirit to get forced out of the battle ten minutes after being summoned…"
Bang!
Suddenly, the warehouse door was violently pushed open.
Aozaki Touko stood at the entrance, her expression so grim it was terrifying.
Her sharp gaze fell on Roy, and she strode toward him without hesitation.
"Leave it to me," she said coldly.
Without waiting for a response, she scooped Roy up in her arms and dashed out of the warehouse.
Rider said nothing. He followed her outside, watching as she rushed through the main courtyard with Roy in her arms, while the two maids stared on in shock.
Rider, with his usual fox-like grin, now looked more serious than before.
In the master bedroom, Aozaki Touko swiftly undid the sealing runes on the door and carried Roy inside.
The room was covered in bloodstains.
Fist-shaped marks, head-shaped dents, and scratch marks gouged by fingernails littered the walls. The bed's headboard was crisscrossed with complex patterns of bloodstains. Just a single glance was enough to send chills down one's spine. Whatever torment had taken place in this once pristine room had transformed it into something akin to a torture chamber.
Unfazed, Touko placed Roy gently on the bed.
She unbuttoned her clothes, letting her nightgown fall to the floor. Her bare body was fully exposed, her curves radiating an alluring scent of sweetness.
She climbed into the bed, pulling Roy into her embrace and removing his glasses.
As if by reflex, Roy's blood-red eyes snapped open.
The familiar fragrance filled his nostrils, and his gaze darkened with a savage bloodlust, as though he wanted to tear her apart and devour her whole.
"Don't resist. Let it out."
Touko's voice murmured softly in his ear.
Her words seemed to release the floodgates.
Roy sank his teeth into Touko's smooth, round shoulder with a force that sent pain shooting through his jaw. The sharp taste of blood filled his mouth.
Touko winced slightly.
"This is way harder than the last few times…"
She inscribed a rune on her body to dull the pain, then fully surrendered herself to Roy's rough handling.
Soon, the reoom was filled with the mingled sounds of pain and pleasure.
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