Richard's gaze was fixed on Moran, who was standing in the pool of blood, his pupils burning like flames.
He would never forget that figure.
It was the figure he saw in the memories of the land when he ascended the throne of Britain and received the blessing of the island.
It was the great former king who would forever protect Britain!
Outside the police station, in the back parking lot.
The female assassin chased Jester all the way to the outside, and the two fought fiercely in this parking lot.
Cars were overturned and crushed.
Successive explosions caused heat waves, and the female assassin also went from being evenly matched at the beginning to being at a disadvantage.
There was no other reason.
Originally, she was a Servant summoned by Jester and needed her Master to provide her with magical energy.
Moran had cut off their connection.
Although the female assassin had the magical power that Moran had initially given her, this magical power would also run out.
When facing a Dead Apostle like Jester,
the female assassin had to use all her skills to deal with him, and her Noble Phantasm was released continuously.
You-you-you–!!
Jester held two machine guns in his hands.
Continuous streams of hot flames spewed out from the muzzles.
"[Delusional Heartbeat - Zabaniya!]"
Faced with this attack, the female assassin used her Noble Phantasm to harden her skin to a hardness similar to that of magical crystal.
She did not suffer direct damage from the bullets.
However, perhaps due to the effect of the Noble Phantasm, the power that surged into her body rapidly expelled her magical energy.
She was one step closer to magical exhaustion.
"Hahaha! To think you can harden your skin to be like crystal! Ah, this iridescent, beautiful skin… really, you never cease to amaze me!"
Jestor danced nimbly.
He dodged the female assassin's attacks with a cheerful smile.
Even if he was hit, it didn't matter; the tears in his hands and feet would instantly heal.
The vampire was actually enjoying himself.
As if the world only consisted of him and the female assassin.
"—You monster…!"
Hatred overflowed from the female assassin's eyes.
Jester didn't care at all, treating it as a delicious spice of love: "Monster—monster, you say! In a way, you're not wrong, but please don't lump me in with those things.
It'll make me jealous of the other monsters, and I'll want to annihilate everything!
Although it's impossible, I'll make the impossible possible for you! But, my dear.
Could you please say my name first? I'm Jester. Jester Karture! No matter how many times, I'll tell you this name! Ah, I want you to know!"
The female assassin's face was filled with anger.
It was an expression of hatred towards the enemy and her own powerlessness.
The vampire reveled in defiling the faith of believers.
As the magical energy granted by Moran continued to diminish, she knew that if things continued this way, Jester's magical energy would reconnect with her.
Probably, that was Jester's intention.
The female assassin couldn't back down.
Faced with this monster that defiled her faith, she had to kill him, even if it meant risking her life.
If it weren't for the fact that the church forbade suicide,
she would have already chosen to take her own life.
Thump, thump, thump—!
Just as the vampire and assassin were in the heat of battle, an untimely bell suddenly rang.
It was the sound of a falling bell.
Indeed, it was the church bell.
Jester couldn't mistake it.
It wasn't even Christmas yet, but such an unreasonable sound rang out, confusing them both.
Then, a weapon as long as an iron railing.
Suddenly fell from the sky.
Puchi—!!
Like a specimen being pinned, it pierced through Jester's body, pinning him to the ground.
"Hmph, you were scurrying around like a little bug~ Doesn't it look much better like this now!"
A girl's voice echoed through the parking lot that had become a battlefield.
The source of the voice was nowhere to be seen.
The two looked up and finally saw the girl's figure.
She was more evil than Jester, more alluring than the female assassin, a vampire figure stained with calamitous red.
The girl was as light as a butterfly.
She jumped from the top of a building onto a truck in the parking lot.
She appeared to be a twelve-year-old girl.
With pink hair, captivating and radiant crimson eyes, and a beauty mark beside her mouth that added to her allure.
Indeed, it was Noel.
And also a vampire who had transformed into a Dead Apostle.
"…No… how is this possible… a Principle Idea Blood with this scale… is she one of the Twenty-Seven Ancestors…? You've got to be kidding me…!"
Jester looked as if he was seeing something absurd.
He himself was one of the Dead Apostles under the Fourteenth Ancestor, the Demon Lord of Finance Lord Van-Fem, and had a clear understanding of the Principle Idea Bloods of the Twenty-Seven Ancestors.
He also had basic knowledge of the other Ancestors.
But, he didn't recognize the pink-haired loli girl before him, nor had he ever felt such a special Principle Idea Blood.
There was an unattainable nobility within it.
"Not bad, that's the right reaction! Looks like I timed this pretty well."
Noel looked down at the female assassin and Jester.
She spoke playfully.
However, her appearance was terrifying.
Although she wore a smile, her eyes didn't miss a single flaw in the two, and she was extremely excited.
"Woman, you have his scent on you. That makes me a little unhappy."
Noel's attitude was calm and composed.
But, like a child whose toy had been stolen, she released a murky, sewer-like killing intent.
After becoming a Dead Apostle comparable to the Twenty-Seven Ancestors,
the emotions in her heart were amplified to the fullest.
She enjoyed teasing people more than before, and she was also more likely to be jealous.
Like a capricious little witch.
"Oh well. I'll take your screams and panic as future entertainment. I just got this power, so I need to get used to it."
Noel stared at the people before her with great interest.
At the same time, she didn't forget about the Executors hiding in the shadows, treating them all as hunting targets.
The vampire's banquet was about to begin.