Thump! Thump! Thump!
Artoria no longer cared about the surrounding stares.
The itching sensation in her back and tailbone area was driving her mad.
"Mmm..."
Artoria was drenched in sweat, breathing softly: "I can't take it anymore..."
Following her intuition, Artoria allowed it to stretch rapidly.
Hiss!
The next mont,
A pair of majestic black wings burst out from her body.
A long tail also drilled its way out directly, as if finally free from its constraints, cheering joyfully.
Seeing this, Ayato could no longer hold back. He directly reached out with both hands, grabbed the tail, and gently squeezed it.
"Ah!"
Artoria scread, her pupils contracting as she collapsed directly to the ground.
Her thighs trembled uncontrollably, and she felt a wave of heat.
She wanted to stand up, but she couldn't.
'What... what was happening?'
At this mont, the looks in the eyes of Utaha and the other won beca strange.
They instinctively looked towards the base of Artoria's thighs.
It was hard to comnt.
'Was this King of Knights really as proper as she seed?'
Seeing this, Ayato imdiately let go of the tail.
"I... I have disgraced myself."
Artoria's cheeks flushed crimson, and she quickly withdrew her tail and wings.
'Truly an SSR indeed.'
Ayato praised inwardly.
Although Devil tails were indeed very... sensitive, this was the first ti he had seen such a strong reaction.
anwhile, Xenovia and Irina exchanged a glance, secretly coming to a decision.
As forr Holy Sword wielders who had fallen to beco Devils, their mindset had shifted quickly.
Especially Xenovia, who had already set herself another goal.
During this ti, she had constantly been brainwashing Irina.
Talking about how serving the master and bearing the master's children were the greatest things.
Even Irina's thoughts had gradually begun to stray.
Moreover, she already had expectations for Ayato.
But…
Not only did nothing happen, but Ayato had also directly gone off to participate in the Holy Grail War.
Although only a few days had passed, Ayato now had so many excellent servants around him.
Even including the legendary dusa and the King of Knights.
The sense of crisis was enormous.
"But, what should we do?"
Hesitating for a mont, Xenovia said quietly to Irina: "I don't know how."
"Like I know either."
Irina's face flushed slightly. "But we can go ask Utaha-san for advice. She's been with Master the longest among his servants."
"Great idea."
…
The night was deep!
All the commotion had subsided.
Esdeath and the others had returned to their own worlds.
Although part of the Matou Mansion was damaged, it was more than enough to house the remaining people.
Utaha looked at Xenovia and Irina before her and smiled: "So, you've both made up your minds?"
Although she felt a little jealous...
As her master's servant, she couldn't harbor such useless envy.
She had to help her master solve his problems.
"That's right!"
"Please teach us, Utaha-san."
Xenovia and Irina nodded heavily, flas seemingly burning in their eyes.
Utaha smiled ambiguously: "You're quite bold. Are you planning to go together?"
As she said this, her face reddened.
She rembered her own encounter back then.
But that was an absolute force majeure, nothing to do with her.
'Huh...'
'Going together...'
The faces of Xenovia and Irina turned crimson with sha, steam seemingly rising above their heads.
'No way... really no way.'
'Even if we were good sisters...'
'Doing that for the first ti would be way too embarrassing!'
Hesitating for a mont, Irina said: "Let Xenovia go first."
After all, Xenovia was more eager.
And she could gain experience from it.
Irina felt she was so clever.
Xenovia was stunned for a mont, then looked touched.
'Irina, you truly are my good sister.'
Utaha spoke directly: "Since you've decided, then put on your battle gear."
As she spoke, a magic circle flashed in Utaha's hand, and a maid outfit appeared in her grasp.
"Mm-hmm, I recall Master does indeed like maids."
Xenovia, full of energy, nodded repeatedly. "Just as expected from Utaha-san. There are many styles of maid outfits, completely different from what I've worn before."
"Different" was an understatent; it was simply too revealing.
Irina, standing by, her pretty face slightly flushed.
'This battle robe... was far too bold, wasn't it?'
She poked at a piece of string.
'So... so... ah.'
'Would I have to wear that too?'
She thought shyly.
anwhile, Xenovia had already quickly finished dressing.
"Hiss, it's a bit cold."
Xenovia rubbed her bare arms together, then excitedly pushed the door open and went out.
Fuyuki City's Church!
Kirei gazed into the distance at the crucifix, lost in a long silence.
He had just found a way to experience pleasure...
But was the Holy Grail War really over just like that?
"But fortunately, Sensei left behind a daughter."
A flash of delight passed through his eyes.
He has decided that he would act as her guardian.
And then, in the end, reveal the truth to her.
By then, how delightful would that be?
Unknowingly, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"You, a sinner who murdered his own teacher, what right do you have to call Father your teacher anymore?"
Kirei's expression stiffened, the smile at the corner of his mouth fading as he looked towards the source of the voice.
Click!
The church door was pushed open, and Ayato walked in slowly with Rin.
"It's you?"
The mont he saw Ayato, Kirei's pupils contracted sharply.
If he had possessed normal human emotions, he would have been greatly shocked by now.
"I never imagined that the murderer of my father was you."
Rin stared fixedly at Kirei, her magic power surging uncontrollably.
"So I'm already exposed?"
Kirei spoke calmly: "So what do you plan to do now? Seek revenge by force, or..."
Before he could finish his sentence, his body left behind an afterimage in the air as he charged towards Rin.
He knew that only by controlling her would he have a chance to survive.
But what he saw was Ayato's smiling face.
That smile was cold and ruthless.
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