My Adventures In Nasuverse

Later that evening, Assassin is staying in the garden of Sajyou household. She is standing at the front door of the main house. Without entering, patiently, she continued to gaze at it through the glass. It was then she heard a soft voice, "Who's there?" It was filled with caution but Assassin knows that the owner of the voice is not her enemy. She turned around and saw a very fragile and young child. The voice of the girl doesn't resemble the sound of her Master. It was not that she didn't sense the other's approach. It's just that she chose to ignore it and continue to gaze at the garden. The person is her Master's kin and she decided that she doesn't need to take precaution.

"Pardon the intrusion", Assassin said. The girl, Ayaka look at her and asked, "Are you… my father's guest?" To which Assassin simply nods. She lied without betting her eyes. "I'm an acquaintance of Mr. Hiroki Sajyou, and I'm a friend of Miss Manaka. You're Miss Ayaka, right? Miss Ayaka Sajyou", she said. To that, Ayaka replied, "Yeah, so?" "I'm called…" Assassin thought about her name. The name of Hassan-i-Sabbah wasn't just hers. In becoming the only Hassan in this world, a name passed as something lacking in herself. "You can call me Zill", she said after thinking for a while. "Zill" "It means shadow in my native tongue."

Assassin almost smiles because "shadow" suited her. But she restrained herself. A smile of hers is not to be shown to the young child. "Zill, do you like the garden?", Ayaka asked. "Yes, I just had to turn my eyes on it because it was very beautiful." "Is that so?" Ayaka looked happy by what Assassin said. She softly, gently became shy. Assassin endured her urge to attack her. For her, Ayaka is a lovely thing. If Manaka Sajyou who is her master is the moonlight, then she is the shadow. And the expression that this young child currently showing is just like the sunlight itself. But this young girl is different from her master. She can touch her master but she couldn't touch this young child. Even a bit, since there was an absolute difference.

"Er… I can show you around if you want to see the garden", Ayaka said while reaching out her hand to Assassin. But Assassin couldn't. She knows. If she touches the young girl's body, she would suddenly fall into anguish and reach death. So, Assassin shirked off the young child's stretched out hand. "Huh?", Ayaka exclaimed. "Please restrain yourself, Miss Ayaka", Assassin disagreed. "You shouldn't reach out your hand to a vulgar person like me." She was sure that she couldn't respond to her stretched out hand. "If you excuse me, Miss Ayaka, I have something to do", Assassin said while rushing back into the house. She would stay away from the young girl so that she won't kill her accidentally.

While she was walking through the hallway, a voice called out to her. "I've been looking for you, Assassin", the man said. Assassin looked at the man and noticed. The man is Caster. True name, Paracelsus. An old magus, of a period where magic and science were distinguished to a point. A man who was said to have contributed to the advancement of medical care, and loved people. A single Heroic Spirit who left that name in human history, he was certainly dazzling to a point, but he was not the person who proceeded down a blood-stained path. Said Heroic Spirit who offered his loyalty to her master. A person who chose to ally himself with her master, Manaka Sajyou, and likewise killed his master. He joined her master yesterday night but left this morning to say goodbye to his so-called friend. The traitorous Heroic Spirit. But the thing is, he is not an anti-hero. He is a magus. He would do anything if it profits him.

Assassin was disgusted by Caster's smile. She knows that that is the face of a madman or a beast l.i.c.k.i.n.g its lips before its prey. Hiroki Sajyou, father of both Manaka and Ayaka Sajyou allowed the servants to move freely in the house. But there is one rule. That is for Assassin to stay away and not to touch her master's younger sister. Even if she meets her, she must not tell her that she is a servant and not to drag the young girl into the Holy Grail War. "I want to show you a new familiar", the man said while leading Assassin to the guest room where he set up his workshop. "A new familiar?" "Yes." Caster nodded.

When they got into the room, Assassin realized something inside the darkroom. Something that is deeply connected with prana but isn't a servant. It's not even a Phantasmal Beast. When she understands the prana signature, she frowns. Even without the knowledge provided by the Holy Grail, she knew this as Hassan-i Sabbah. It was a filthy thing that shouldn't exist. A thing that is horrifying and also completely devours lives. It is a ghoul. "Will this walking corpse help our master in what situation?", Assassin asked. "It is not something for Lady Manaka. This is a gift for you, Assassin." Assassin is confused, "What?". Caster smiled, "I'm sure, you are the most suitable one for this. So, this is a gift for the poor poisonous girl." Assassin wants to wipe out that smile from his face.

"It's the perfect gift for you. Wouldn't you be probably fine even if it wasn't Lady Manaka? Anything will do for you, if it was a person who couldn't die, from your touch. Am I wrong, Hassan of Serenity?", Caster asked. While he asked her, Assassin now clearly see what that thing is. It slowly walks out from the darkness. It is a person without life. "I have given him temporary life", he said. But whatever he said beyond that does not go into her ears. Her mind is in turmoil. "It can't be. I killed him. I'm sure I killed him thoroughly", she thought. As though he knows what she is thinking, Caster said, "He's been revived from the dead. A pseudo-revival. By using my "Philosopher's Stone" which I created with my hands, it is possible to keep away death temporarily." "Why?", she asked. "Because it's for your sake. You must know what your love truly is." Caster is smiling widely. "His voice, it's a lie", she thought. Even if it was a performance as a trap to sink his fangs into his prey, like this the slim sounds won't come out.

Assassin look at the walking corpse in front of her. She knows that thing. Or rather, the one who used to be that thing. That day, that night, that time, in the back alley, she embraced him. She put her lips on him. She melted his brain which should have completely killed him. The body in front of her is that of Berserker's master. A master who carried a still shining red Mystic Eye. A young boy who doesn't know a thing about the moonlit world before the Holy Grail War. She doesn't remember his name.

"WhO… ARe yOu? It'S NO GoOd. i Don'T WaNT to KiLl yOu", the thing moved his pale lips. His clouded eyes looking at Assassin. "Something which shouldn't be dwelling, in the dead person, dwelt in there. A kind of bloodsucker. But even if is the case, he is definitely here. He. Is. Here. There's no mistake it's him", Assassin thought. "I can hear him properly. I can understand him. And most importantly", she walked closer to former Berserker's master. "I can touch him", she said while c.a.r.e.s.sing his cheek. "I knew you would like him", she heard ice like voice from behind her. "Now. Please c.a.r.e.s.s him to your heart's content. Because there isn't a person who can stop you, no-one."