Chapter 8: Hound Dogs

Emiya Kiritsugu and his own heroic spirit are in an awkward situation. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

This is a very bad situation, yes, but it is not for nothing that it is worse - that is, this state of affairs is caused by Emiya Kiritsugu himself.

It was still late at night, the favorite time for secrecy and tracks, assassinations and bloodshed, and Emiya Kiritsugu came to the place that had been agreed upon a long time ago, and saw his own stop.

Kuyu Maiya, a person whose skills are as exquisite as her appearance, is probably a killer, right? As a magician killer, Emiya Kiritsugu's best stopper, she undoubtedly deserves such praise.

The meeting place was on the seventh floor of a cheap hostel, in a cheap room with the house number 703.

The reason why it is said twice in a row is that it is inconspicuous and ordinary, just like any business hostel, the functionality of this place is basically only maintained to the point of being able to 'live', and it has basic conditions of use, and as a superfluous fancy and decoration, it is not at all.

But that's the kind of place, it's actually the most common, right?

Whether it is a traveler or a young man or woman who comes out to look for a room, most of the rooms they choose are such rooms.

This invisibly provides a lot of convenience for hiding.

Of course, it cannot be denied that there is another point: Emiya Kiritsugu does not like to waste money needlessly.

"How?"

He knocked on the door in the agreed way, and when he entered, Kiritsugu still had a cigarette in his mouth, but his voice didn't become muffled.

"No problem, the expected equipment is in place, and last night's battle has been recorded, it's Tosaka Mansion. ”

"Very good..."

Maiya's gaze flickered for the first moment she saw Kiritsugu smoking, and then it didn't change again. She recounted her information with what could be described as cold calmness, and then picked up the remote control of the TV from the table next to her.

"Check it out. ”

"Okay, let's report first. ”

This is a woman with beautiful black hair, full of oriental charm, and white and delicate skin, which is hard to imagine as a character who has experienced the battlefield. Her eyes were full of indifference, how to put it? This is as attractive to most people as a torch is to a moth, right? It is because it is dangerously beautiful, it is even more insane, right? The only flaw is probably the short hair that is cut for convenience.

But in reality, there is still a bias.

The number of men who can dare to approach and strike up a conversation under Maiya's death-like glare is currently zero.

Maiya turned on the video recorder.

The screen is 13 inches in size and blurry, both because of the cheap playback equipment and because of the difficulty of shooting - even the best equipment is too difficult to shoot night scenes with basic concealment.

However, the basic elements and the parts that need to be grasped are still in place.

"Is that the one?"

Emiya Kiritsugu stared at the screen, watching the sight of the silver swordsman dancing forward in the rain-like projection unleashed by the golden figure, and then being oppressed and repelled by the denser attack.

He didn't even furrow his eyebrows.

"What do you think?"

"Perfect over the top. ”

Maiya has the same expression.

"Judging from the situation, Tosaka knew about this attack at all, and the golden service was probably waiting there early in the morning, otherwise, the reaction time might not be so short. ”

Hearing this analysis, Kiritsugu nodded.

He was very satisfied with this analysis, and he deserved to be his assistant and apprentice.

"That's true, but the question is, since Tosaka knew about this attack, why did he have to be above board, the key question is not whether it is above board, but why did he meet it in the most popular place?

Is this kind of self-destructing intelligence really the action of a seasoned magician? What is Tosaka's purpose?

"Because, from the beginning, I was going to show people, right?"

For Maiya's analysis, Kiritsugu still nodded.

"That's right, if you analyze it, you can come to this conclusion, deterrence, deterrence... So, does the master of the silver knight have any information?"

"Yes, it was Yan Feng Qili, and the defeated servent himself seemed to have lost a trace, but the direction that finally disappeared was close to the direction of the church. ”

“・・・”

Yan Feng Qili?

Kiritsugu's fingers stiffened slightly, it wasn't the first time he had heard the name of the man who terrified him.

Even before he left the city of Ainzbelen, he had already listed this man as his most formidable opponent. It still sounds like there is a deep fear in it.

This guy...

"Send out the demons... three of them, and monitor the area where he may be, but keep stealth a priority. ”

“？”

Three?

Maiya didn't understand that it was necessary to be so cautious? and...

"Don't you actively search?"

"No, just be vigilant, that servent is probably a rider, the trump card is not revealed..."

"Yes, I see. ”

Maiya frowned, but quickly accepted the order.

Although he didn't understand, Maiya still confirmed that it was impossible for Emiya Kiritsugu to have a wrong order. Even if she didn't understand, she wouldn't ask.

"Well..."

Then, turning off the TV, Emiya Kiritsugu began to check the equipment specially prepared for this occasion.

The sniper rifle, which is expensive and does not have mass production performance at all, is the Washer WA2000 model, semi-automatic mode, which can probably be called one of the best sniper rifles in the world, right?

The world's production of more than 100 pieces of it, with a worrying accuracy of less than a kilometer, this thing is only 90 centimeters long, but the cost is as high as 12,000 US dollars, no wonder it was discontinued.

The price-performance ratio is extremely poor, if it weren't for the city of Einzberen as a dependent, Emiya Kiritsugu wouldn't buy this kind of thing that can only be described as a waste anyway, right?

However, even if it was just for this one-time battle, it was worth it.

Emiya Kiritsugu stroked the cold body of the spear, satisfied.

Unlike those venerable magicians, he liked them very much, and did not reject them because they were 'mundane'.

For him, as long as it can really play a role, it never matters whether it is a magic trick or not, whether it is righteous and bright.

There's no decisive difference between a steel-core bullet in the head and a fiery bolt in the head, is there?

Moreover, bullets are more subtle and more powerful at some point.

At the very least, there is no need to chant mantras.

Kiritsugu picked up the sniper rifle, which had reached 10 kilograms due to the installation of various sighting equipment, and tried it to feel good.

"Do you want to test fire? The range is 500 meters, and it has been zeroed. ”

"No need. ”

He just wants to try his touch, not to mention that the use of firearms is prohibited in Japan, but as far as he is concerned, he also trusts Maiya to the extreme, just like he trusts his own arm.

And then, at the end, there's one more thing.

"What about that?"

"Here. ”

Maiya carefully moved out of the innermost side of the cabinet with a rosewood box.

Gun case.

However, the box is too large if it is aimed at a pistol, and too small for a rifle. Submachine guns?

No, of course not, the fifty-round submachine gun had already been checked, and was now on the bed with plastic bombs and other loose items.

So, what's in it?

The answer is revealed by Kiritsugu himself.

"Heh..."

With a chuckle, he opened the box, revealing the only dress that Emiya Kiritsugu had as a magician.

A classical, artistic, violent modified gun.

Although it is the crystallization of modern technology, a powerful firearm, but after modification, the performance of the gun itself is no longer decisive.

Contender, a single-shot rifle, or a pistol, is it probably right? Emiya Kiritsugu has always only used this weapon with one hand, and this terrifying weapon that can fire sniper rifle rounds is the one he is most familiar with, and can even be called a part of the armor of the upper body.

No matter what kind of strength you face, it can be used as the hole card of Emiya Kiritsugu, and it really implements the name of "magician killer" - dress.

In addition to ordinary magicians, enemies that can be called strong enemies will be annihilated in the end.

・・・Ah, the last time I used this was nine years ago.

Emiya Kiritsugu's expression can be called gentle.

Gently picking up a weapon made of walnut with a barrel reminiscent of a short sword, he gently opened the shaft underneath the safety, and the body of the gun jerked forward to reveal the magazine. Then he took out a terrifying magic bullet from the box, loaded it, and then closed it with a flick of his hand, and the weight of two thousand and sixty grams made Emiya Kiritsugu can't help but close his eyes.

It's too familiar, and with a murder weapon, it's probably deeper than your own daughter, right?

A bitter sensation spreads to the tip of the tongue.

But there is no time to hesitate.

He took out a bullet again and began to brush up on his old smug skills, repeating the reloading process this time, this time in less than two seconds.

"No, I can't. ”

But it's still slow, distracted, and thinking about things else is the reason why the movements become slow.

Emiya Kiritsugu laughed at himself.

"Yes. ”

Maiya didn't say much, because no one was more familiar with Emiya Kiritsugu back then.

"I don't have that Washer yet... Ilya... ”

But even so, it is impossible to return Emiya Kiritsugu to nothing.

He had a daughter, and he had...

chu・・・

“！？”

Maiya had already embraced him and slipped into his arms, and then, her dry but soft lips sealed any of his words.

Kiritsugu, who thought he was absolutely calm, couldn't help but be taken aback and panicked.

The gentle touch on his lips reminded him of his wife, but the smell and touch were so unfamiliar.

Then, Maiya moved away from the distance a little and looked at Kiritsugu with her beautiful eyes.

"Now all you have to do is think about what you have to do, and you don't have to worry about anything else. ”

The bewitching voice reminded Kiritsugu.

Let his emotions slowly become cold, and the pain in his heart will slowly weaken.

He knows better than anyone who made Maiya who she is today, and who raised the girl she picked up from the battlefield to be like this.

Because that person is him.

Emiya Kiritsugu, a man who should have gone to hell a long time ago.

There is no time left!

This matter must be confirmed again.