Fate/Magus Path

120 Arcueid Brunestud

About a day later, in a clean infirmary in Misaki Town.

The resurrected Arcueid finally opened her eyes.

The once-dormant body and spirit regained their vitality.

"Where is this...?"

Upon opening her eyes, she saw an unfamiliar ceiling, and the room was filled with a pungent mixture of disinfectant and the smell of blood.

This was not her temporary cheap apartment.

She was about to sit up, but the intense pain radiating from all over her body caused her expression to involuntarily twist in discomfort.

It hurts!

This was the most direct feeling.

Every part of her body, from her head and neck down to her limbs, was feedbacking with intense pain. Just enduring the pain without fainting was already her limit.

Her entire body felt like it had been chopped into pieces and then sewn back together with needles and thread, with each spot burning with pain.

Chopped into pieces?

Seventeen pieces!!

Arcueid suddenly remembered that she had indeed been cut into pieces by someone.

It was probably around yesterday afternoon when she had just returned to her apartment and was ambushed at the door. The assailant used an exceptionally sharp knife to slice her body into seventeen fragments.

What was even more bizarre was that when she was cut by that person's knife, her high-intensity self-healing ability seemed to malfunction, providing no healing effect whatsoever.

Having relied too heavily on that physical trait usually, coupled with the enemy's ambush, resulted in her losing her composure when that strange pain hit, allowing the assailant to slice her up. Her entire body lost its ability to resist in her dazed state, leaving her at the mercy of his actions until she completely lost consciousness (death).

If she were not the most special among the True Ancestors, she would have died entirely during that strange dismemberment, with no chance of resurrection.

And now... where was she?

Touching the wounds sewn with moonlight fluid on her body, Arcueid curiously surveyed her surroundings.

This was a clean room, with a white ceiling similar to that of a hospital, and she was the only one lying on the pristine bed.

It looked like an infirmary...

Had someone taken her away?

What surprised her even more was that the one who picked her up could actually treat her in that state; it was truly unbelievable.

Arcueid struggled to sit up, and outside, the waiting Roy heard the noise inside and pushed open the door to enter.

Seeing Arcueid struggling to sit up, he offered a word of advice.

"You'd better not move around too much. Although your body has been stitched up with my mystic code, the internal injuries won't heal so easily. If you move around recklessly and the wounds reopen, it will become very troublesome."

"..."

Arcueid did not reply.

Her gaze had been deeply drawn to Roy the moment he stepped into the room. She just lifted her head and carefully examined Roy's face and body. This person...

Was so strange.

In every way imaginable, could this person really still be considered human?

Putting aside the swirling black flame in his soul, his existence status, the perfect body derived from the Root, and the terrifying power to manipulate the laws of magic.