The wriggling flesh was still repeating the act of repairing itself.
With just one strike, he had eliminated one of his lives.
Jester's Principle Idea Blood was special among the many Dead Apostles, its characteristic being similar to a bullet in a revolver.
——A total of six bullets.
The magus's spirit origin had been destroyed by the female assassin, and now the spirit origin of this shell had also been shattered by that terrifyingly strong man with a single blow.
The Holy Grail War had only just begun.
And already two lives had been spent.
Although these bullets could be replenished, it required a large amount of magecraft as assistance to create them.
Moreover, it was quite troublesome.
It was almost impossible to replenish them in this Holy Grail War.
Jester, who had regained his ability to move, slowly stood up, glaring at Moran and the female assassin with a ferocious expression.
"Bastard, bastard… to actually dare to stand alongside my beloved, I absolutely cannot forgive such a thing!
Come to think of it, I can barely tolerate my dear assassin even naturally conversing with a guy like you!"
The vampire was constantly roaring.
He fully experienced just how hateful it felt to have the meat at his lips snatched away.
However, Moran remained unmoved by Jester's agitation.
On the contrary, the female assassin's reaction was much greater.
She was trembling all over.
This must be because she could not forgive the words spoken by the vampire, and could not forgive the fact that she had been summoned by a Dead Apostle.
"…My dear assassin!
If everything you love in your heart collapses, what kind of emotions will you feel then? Ah… oh… wonderful! Beauty, you are indeed wonderful! Just imagining you with your body stained by your own tears makes me want to cry!"
Jester wore a ferocious grin, shedding tears of joy.
Just seeing the female assassin standing together with Moran caused him pain and hatred as if his heart was being cut.
But there was also a joy in anticipating the arrival of destruction.
His thoughts began to become chaotic.
"How unsightly, just because you gained freedom, you've become so arrogant and complacent…~."
Moran cast a cold gaze.
His dark pupils changed in an instant, turning into noble and oppressive golden eyes.
"——Answer me, my small, livestock-like subordinate.
This is the proof of my ancestor, the source of the disease. A vortex-like cellar. A descendant who breeds new principles.
What is blood to you?"
Moran's casual attitude vanished instantly.
In its place was a stern voice like a judgment, which could be understood as a question from a king.
Although the surrounding police officers could not sense anything specific.
However, they felt that when Moran spoke these words, the space became as viscous and heavy as if it were filled with blood.
Mortals could not understand what was happening.
As a Dead Apostle, Jester could not possibly not understand.
That was a Principle Idea Blood with the specifications of a True Ancestor.
The man before him was the master who had dominated many Dead Apostles in the ancient past, the darling of the planet.
Jester widened his eyes in fear and trepidation, his expression switching back and forth between astonishment, fear, and dread.
"——I humbly receive with a respectful heart.
To me, blood is love!
Interaction with my beloved is the nectar that soothes my soul! It is my world, the thing upon which my principles rely to operate!
Therefore, without her, I would lose everything!"
Jester was trembling all over.
Faced with that pressure, he could not resist bending down, offering his knee to the man who had taken away his beloved.
Even his voice carried a hint of respect.
This humiliation burned Jester's brain like flames.
The bizarre scene made the police officers dizzy, and they had no idea what Moran and Jester were doing.
Moran had clearly insulted Jester as livestock.
Yet Jester did not show any sign of refuting.
Could it be that he did not refute because it was indeed the truth?
Those on the side of humanity did not understand Dead Apostles and Ancestors.
"I see, so that is your principle. As a Dead Apostle, you are quite the talent."
Moran's True Ancestor pressure dissipated quickly.
His tone was quite mocking.
Jester also recovered in an instant.
Dead Apostles had always yearned to push humanity down from its position as the dominant species.
In the past, Zelretch the Jewel had told Moran.
In a certain timeline, Jester had successfully tainted the Holy Grail and awakened the Great Spider, destroying the planet.
This was also why Zelretch wanted Moran to intervene.
And with Moran present in this Holy Grail War, Jester obviously had no chance of obtaining the Holy Grail.
"Gu…hu…hu…"
Jester was constantly panting.
Who could have imagined that a monster dwelling in the abyss of the planet would come here, and even stand beside his beloved female assassin.
If he were to become his enemy, he could only fall into death.
Jester was not afraid of death.
As a Dead Apostle, he instead pursued death.
Otherwise, Jester would not have participated in the Holy Grail War.
Entrusting the idea of awakening the Great Spider ORT to the Holy Grail was also the same; he wanted to drag humanity, and even the entire world, to die with him.
A madman like him.
Would not be afraid of mere death.
The fear that arose in Jester's heart now was not a fear of death itself.
——Ah, I cannot accept it, I cannot accept it!
——Before I can grasp the Holy Grail together with my beloved assassin, destroy the world, destroy humanity, and leave only assassins as the sole humanity in this world! How can I die!
Jester's flesh was constantly wriggling.
He barely managed to repair his body to the point where he could stand, and placed his hand on the blood hole roulette in front of his chest.
Two of the six holes were already dim.
He used his fingers to tug at the dim holes, causing the roulette to spin, and then the flesh on his body seemed to boil.
The sound of bones and flesh splattering rang out again.
In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a werewolf with fur as red as the setting sun. Each bullet represented a form.
At this moment, his concept of existence was one step closer to a demonic beast.
"Roar——!!"
Jester let out a deafening roar.
The surrounding police officers subconsciously raised their arms to defend, preparing to deal with the attack that could come at any moment.
However, all they saw was a flash of red light.
Jester had no intention of lingering here any longer.
He pressed his limbs to the ground, stirring up a whirlwind, and rushed towards the corridor, howling like a hungry wolf escaping from its cage.