"Assassin? Strange. Wasn't the Assassin killed by that glittering guy on the first day of this Holy Grail War? How come three more have popped out now?"
Akuta Hinako shook her hand, flinging off some of the beer that had accidentally gotten into her body when she reformed. At the same time, she glanced with disgust at the spirit bodies of the few assassins that were gradually disappearing.
This Assassin was not durable at all. However, this several-thousand-year-old girl could tell that the assassins who had come to trouble her were merely clone-like existences. The one who had died at Gilgamesh's hands in the future was also just a decoy. This time's Assassin was hiding quite deep. As expected of a war; even a battle between just seven Heroic Spirits was so full of conspiracies and open schemes.
Akuta Hinako smiled and finally looked at the back of her hand. She shook it, and the fake Command Spell, which had disappeared when she blew herself up, reappeared on the back of her hand. They didn't have any right to say others were playing with conspiracies, did they? After all, they themselves were playing some little tricks. To laugh at others for using conspiracies now was just the pot calling the kettle black.
Akuta Hinako thought back to the few schemers who had stood by the side of that scoundrel who had opposed her Lord back then. Even now, she still wanted to complain that the hearts of those who play with conspiracies are all black.
Putting away the skull mask in her hand, she had Merlin restore all the items in the KTV private room to their original state with illusion magic. This way, she would save a batch of compensation money. Very good. With the money she saved, she could order some more figurines of that Lord.
Akuta Hinako had originally been quite averse to humans. But she had never expected that in just under 100 years of not paying close attention to them, humanity had invented so many interesting things. Putting aside the heavy metal music she liked, the models and figurines that were starting to appear in some small circles were truly a good thing. As long as she was rich enough, she could find a manufacturer to specially produce the models she wanted. Of course, this was something Akuta Hinako had only slowly learned after coming to the Far East. Because she usually had no intention of collecting treasures, this crypter who had lived for several thousand years was not as rich as Aslan. This led to this crypter being very regretful that the money she had on hand could only order two or three figurines in the likeness of that Lord. You must know, because only she understood what her Lord looked like, all the prototypes for the figurines had to be drawn by her. This could really be considered a special custom order.
If it weren't for the fact that heavy metal music was indeed beneficial for this crypter to vent her feelings, she might have even sold the bass guitar she had saved up a lot of money for. In fact, for a rare moment, this crypter even had the thought of whether she should join a management company, debut like this, hold some concerts, and earn some money. Anyway, no matter how tired she got, as long as she blew up her body every night and reassembled it, she could clear all her fatigue. As long as she wanted to, she could definitely become the strongest workaholic in the entire entertainment world. Or maybe find a chance to open a company. In short, money was the most important thing right now.
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When Irisviel and the Heroic Spirit Aslan arrived here, what they saw was an Akuta Hinako dressed in a "Shamisen" coat, deep in thought about how to make money, while still holding a bloody skull mask in her hand.
And when Akuta Hinako saw the Heroic Spirit Aslan, her face showed a twitching expression. She could feel that the Heroic Spirit before her and the junior she knew were definitely the same person. It seemed that the junior she knew had really made a great name for himself in history. Perhaps when she had time, she could also look up the story of this junior of her.
You say, hadn't the Heroic Spirit Aslan already fought Balin during the battle at the port? Hmm... that was true. But Akuta Hinako had arrived too late and hadn't gotten deeply involved. It could be said that she had just made a token appearance at the end of that battle at the port. After all, she had just been dragged along to have some fun. The victory of the Holy Grail War was not that important to her. She was even willing to take Aslan's place and act as Merlin's Master, mainly because, on one hand, she couldn't die anyway, and on the other hand, she also wanted to see if, when others came to find trouble with her, she could have a good workout and a good fight with these Heroic Spirits.
Fighting with other Heroic Spirits was Akuta Hinako's initial goal.
"Hello, may I ask if you are Akuta Hinako-san? We are the Saber team. We have come this time mainly to form an alliance. We have already made a pact with the Lancer team. Of course, the purpose is to deal with that glittering Heroic Spirit who appeared at the port."
Akuta Hinako had a lollipop in her mouth. At a glance, she had the immediate sense of a delinquent big sister. She pursed her lips, pointed to a deserted park not far away, and at the same time, looked at the Servant Aslan with ill intentions. "Let's go talk in the park where no one is around. Even if we're going to form an alliance, you have to show some strength to prove yourselves first, right?"
Akuta Hinako raised an eyebrow, not hiding her true thoughts. "Of course, the most important thing is that I want to have a fight. If you came with sincerity, you won't refuse me, right?"
Akuta Hinako, of course, had her own little schemes. After all, this junior had played a prank-like trick on her when they first met. Plus, she was now carrying some of her junior's debts. Although she understood, she was still a little annoyed. The Heroic Spirit before her was, to some extent, Aslan himself. How could Akuta Hinako pass up this opportunity to properly punch Aslan in the face a couple of times? Even if she didn't do it herself, but had Merlin do it, it would be satisfying enough. The moment Merlin and the Servant Aslan locked eyes, Merlin had wanted to get revenge on Aslan for his suffering over the past two days.
And as for the Servant Aslan, he had, of course, instinctively activated the gene carved into his body to beat Merlin up on sight. He hadn't had a good fight with Merlin during the battle at the port. To be honest, the Servant Aslan was still a little regretful and annoyed. Now that a punching bag had been delivered to him when his hands were itching, how could he not agree to this fight?
Irisviel exchanged a look with Merlin. After getting Merlin's confirmation, she nodded. The few of them then walked towards the park. After all, Irisviel had come with sincerity. How could she choose to leave directly without even trying?