81 Chapter 7
"Leave it to me! Noble Phantasm, 'Requiem for Death!'" Amadeus exclaimed, unleashing his powerful Noble Phantasm upon the enemy Servants, engulfing them in a dark and chilling symphony.
"One more! Oh, what a glorious and wicked sound!" Carmilla exclaimed, protecting her ears from the powerful cacophony.
"Ugh, what pressure!" Vlad III murmured, feeling the weight of the situation.
"Damn it!" Jeanne exclaimed angrily, slapping her wyvern's head in frustration.
"Good morning, everyone. Au revoir!" Maria said, provocatively smiling at the enemy Servants while casting a challenging gaze.
"...Hmph. Rider!" Jeanne called, her eyes fixed on the fleeing enemies.
"...What's this?" Berserk Rider questioned, as Berserk Saber also directed his gaze towards Jeanne Alter.
"Chase them. I'm sure you can catch up to them on your 'horse,'" Jeanne ordered with determination.
"No need to fight. Just tell me where they are, and I'll crush them."
"...Understood. I guarantee I will capture them," Berserk Rider replied confidently, while Berserk Saber nodded in understanding. Jeanne flew off on her wyvern towards Orleans.
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[The host... is being summoned...]
[Waking up the host...]
[Servant created... Chosen era... Orleans... 1431... Class... Rider!]
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The next day,
In one of the countless cities of France, people ran in desperation, trampling over each other amidst the growing fear. Children fell to the ground, being trampled, while adults and elderly struggled to survive. In moments of despair, the true essence of humanity is revealed, as no one seems willing to save one another. Wyverns flapped their wings, flying in all directions, unleashing flames from their open mouths.
"I see that among this crowd, there are many girls, beautiful girls. Bathe me in your blood and flesh so that my beauty shines even more radiantly. I will drink the blood of your parents so that they won't feel envy," Carmilla declared mercilessly, elegantly walking. She had no hurry to exterminate these people and drink their blood. None of them would escape their cruel fate.
"Let me see which honorable and blessed girl will offer her blood to me, in the name of my beauty," Carmilla murmured, sensually putting her finger in her mouth. If there were a man or even a woman there, they would be fascinated, as this gesture made her even more dazzling, albeit deadly.
A beautiful girl ran desperately, looking around and up, checking if there were any wyverns approaching. However, to her misfortune, the poor girl ended up entering Carmilla's field of vision.
"I think I just found my prey," Carmilla whispered with a macabre smile, her yellow eyes shimmering like a snake's, brimming with pleasure. She approached silently, unnoticed by the girl.
"Hello, girl." The young girl hid in a spot, trying to avoid being seen by the wyverns. She clasped her hands in prayer, trembling with fear. She had witnessed many people burning or being devoured right before her eyes. Her eyes widened when she heard a voice coming from behind her!
However, it was too late. Carmilla drew her whip and lashed it against the poor girl. The force inflicted left a deep mark on her body, revealing raw flesh. The girl screamed in pain, trying to escape, but her legs wouldn't obey. Blood started to gush from the spot hit by the whip.
"What a waste of youth. You should preserve your blood, my dear; it's so precious," Carmilla said with regret. Her source of youth was about to be wasted on the dirty ground, where the blood flowed. She continued to strike the girl, whose screams echoed among the hurried passersby. No one cared to help; everyone was running to save their own lives. How could they care about a mere girl?
"Stop! Stop! It hurts! Please... I beg you!" The anguished cries of the young girl echoed through the surroundings, permeated by the indescribable agony coursing through her every inch. Carmilla's merciless whip continued to cut her delicate skin, ruthlessly tearing it apart.
"Oh, my dear source of youth, I cannot understand why you're not enjoying this." Carmilla murmured, a confused expression painted on her face, as if the true nature of the pain inflicted on the girl escaped her. However, it was evident that she knew exactly what she was doing, sadistically enjoying the torture inflicted upon her victim.
"Personally, I'm relishing this. There's nothing better than tenderizing the meat for the feast. It seems you disagree with me. What a shame," Carmilla uttered, deciding it was time to put an end to the girl's suffering. In a quick and brutal gesture, she snapped the girl's neck, silencing her screams forever.
"Now, it's time for my rejuvenation ritual," Carmilla declared, lifting the lifeless body of the girl and skillfully opening her chest, not forgetting to place her over her own body as if they were one entity.
"Ah, how marvelous. Nothing compares to this," Carmilla whispered with delight, allowing the girl's blood to flow through her veins. She avidly drank, swallowing large quantities of the red liquid, while the rest dripped down her pale skin. Strangely grotesque, the blood seemed to be absorbed by her body, as if each drop strengthened her.
"What an exquisite feast. I will need to seek more to satisfy my insatiable appetite," Carmilla murmured, once the macabre feast was finished. Her skin had acquired a smoother and more radiant texture, while a subtle smile played on her lips. "These foolish wyverns. They will destroy all my sources of youth!"
"I thank you, young girl. Through your sacrifice, my power intensifies," Carmilla expressed her gratitude to the now lifeless victim. Thanks to her vampiric nature, she felt more powerful and beautiful.
"I cannot linger here for too long, or I risk losing the opportunity to further increase my power. Fortunately, there is enough blood in this France to sate me. No need to hurry, but I must capture all the defenseless young girls," Carmilla spoke, moving with a seductive air as she prepared to proceed with her nefarious plan.
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"Run! The dragons are approaching!" A terrified citizen ran through the streets of the French city, their screams echoing in the air. The citizens who were in their homes hurriedly came out, driven by fear, while some chose to seek refuge behind closed doors, deluded by the illusion of safety.
Before the wyverns reached the city, a man with short white hair dressed in red attire appeared atop a house, carrying a bow and arrows. With skill, he aimed his lance at the bow.
"One, two, three, four... on target, go!" Emiya shouted, launching the lance towards the wyverns. The weapon hit its mark with precision, causing a fiery explosion!
"What just happened?" One of the citizens questioned, astounded by the sudden explosion.
"Get out of here! You're not safe. The wyverns are the least of your worries!" Emiya exclaimed, aware that a threatening creature was rapidly approaching. When it arrived, it would leave nothing but destruction in its wake.
"Don't worry. I will stop the wyverns for you! None of them will pass. Find a safe place to go." Emiya called out, hoping the citizens would listen and seek shelter.
In gratitude, the people expressed their thanks and ran for safety. More wyverns were relentlessly approaching. Emiya raised his hand towards the winged creatures, and various sword projections materialized in the air, flying towards their targets. Each precise sword struck down a wyvern, delivering a powerful blow against the approaching threats.
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