Abnormality In Type-Moon: Madness Of Animeverse

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"A curse?"

Ichika and Miku Nakano both looked confused.

They didn't even understand what a curse was in this strange world.

Kasumigaoka Utaha and Hayasaka Ai, however, immediately turned pale.

Their eyes snapped to Roy. As expected, his face was already flushed, his skin inflamed as if burned. His fingernails, claw-like, had scratched deep wounds into his own flesh.

If it weren't for the silver threads binding him, his body would have been even more mangled.

His slender, naked body made the girls blush with embarrassment as they averted their eyes.

"The curse on him runs deep. This definitely isn't the first time it's erupted. Have any of you seen this curse flare up before?" Illya asked coldly, her gaze moving between Utaha and Hayasaka.

"It happened three nights ago."

Hayasaka recalled that night. Roy had suddenly collapsed in the warehouse when his curse had surged. Aozaki Touko had carried him inside. They had only glanced at him then, but his appearance had been identical to what it was now.

"And how did you deal with it that time?"

Illya's sharp gaze locked onto Hayasaka, her tone growing increasingly impatient and anxious.

"That time..."

Hayasaka began to speak but hesitated halfway through.

Illya's brows furrowed, and irritation seeped into her voice.

"What are you hesitating for? Time isn't on our side. How long are you going to let Roy suffer like this?"

"That time, Aozaki Touko used... her body to help him vent the curse."

Utaha's voice broke through the tense atmosphere, drawing Illya's attention.

"Used her body...? I see. That's certainly effective. I didn't expect Aozaki Touko would go that far to relieve Roy's curse..."

Illya muttered to herself.

Meanwhile, Ichika and Miku Nakano were utterly stunned.

Wait, what?

Using her body to relieve the curse?

Vent?

It couldn't possibly mean what they were thinking, right?

Was this world's logic seriously that insane?

"Since that's the case..."

Illya pondered quickly, her eyes sweeping across the four women in the room.

"I'll take Roy back to his room. In the meantime, one of you needs to decide who will go in and help him."

"Let me be clear," Illya added coldly. "Roy may treasure you all, but I don't. If you can't decide who it's going to be by the time I return, I'll throw all four of you in there, no exceptions."

With that, she used her silver threads to lift Roy's unconscious body and carried him toward the master bedroom.

In truth, the most suitable choice would have been that sturdy Servant of his, but Okita was too ill to do anything. So, these women would have to do.

Back in the living room.

The four women trembled at Illya's heartless declaration. Even the usually stoic Hayasaka Ai couldn't help but grit her teeth in frustration.

As for the Nakano sisters, they were utterly dumbfounded. Had they just escaped one predator's den only to fall into another?

"Have you decided?"

Illya returned swiftly, her eyes as sharp as ever.

"I'll do it," Kasumigaoka Utaha said, standing up from her seat.

She tried to maintain her composure, but the trembling in her legs and the flush in her ears betrayed her inner turmoil.

Ichika had started to rise but quickly and quietly sat back down, while Miku looked at Utaha with the wide-eyed admiration of someone gazing upon a savior.

Hayasaka's expression was complicated. But she agreed with Utaha's decision.

Of everyone here, Utaha had been with Roy the longest, and she wasn't technically his attendant like the Nakano sisters who had just arrived today. She was the most suitable choice.

"Besides, Utaha owes Lord Roy quite a lot," Hayasaka thought silently. If no one had volunteered, and Illya had planned to throw them all in, Hayasaka would have suggested Utaha anyway.

Cold and pragmatic, but that was the reality.

Fortunately, Utaha had stepped up on her own.

Now, Hayasaka wouldn't have to play the villain.

"You're quick to decide. I like that," Illya smiled, her small face showing an eerie satisfaction. She didn't seem like a twelve-year-old girl at all; instead, she carried the air of someone who held everyone's fate in her hands.

"I'll lessen the pain for you," Illya said, stepping closer.

She did something, though Utaha didn't feel anything different. Her body, however, began to glow faintly.

Under Illya's watchful gaze, Utaha took a deep breath and opened the door to the master bedroom.

Upon entering, she was greeted by the sight of deep, clawed gashes all over the walls, vicious and menacing.

Only now did she remember what Aozaki Touko had said: Roy often bore the burden of the curse alone. These must have been the scars from his solitary battles against it.

Utaha walked to the bed.

Roy lay there, completely naked, covered in wounds—some fresh, some old. Some seemed to have healed long ago, but others were deep, indicating damage to his internal organs.

His eyes were glazed, his consciousness unclear, his entire body flushed red. His jaws were clenched tight as he endured the dual torment of both physical and mental anguish.

Biting her lip, Utaha undressed and climbed into bed, wrapping her arms around Roy.

A faint fragrance filled the air, and the sight of her smooth, pale skin triggered something primal within Roy. Without his glasses, the inhibitor was gone, and the violent side of his psyche broke free. He immediately pounced on her, sinking his teeth into her snow-white collarbone. His fingers, like iron claws, dug deep, leaving bruises across her body.

By the time it was all over, Utaha finally understood just how much Illya had spared her by numbing the pain.

Roy, in his berserk state, had treated her as if he didn't care whether she lived or died, tossing her around like a rag doll.

"You're worse than a dog!"

Utaha gritted her teeth, looking at the bruises and the dull, throbbing pain coursing through her body.

Even a dog would be more gentle!

…

By the time the sun was high in the sky, Utaha finally emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in steam after her bath.

Her body was covered in bruises and ambiguous red marks, with faint traces of blood in some places. If it weren't for Illya's magic, she wasn't sure she would've been able to stand.

Honestly, it had been an absolutely terrible first experience!

In the kitchen, Hayasaka Ai was preparing lunch.

Meanwhile, the Nakano sisters were busy cramming knowledge about this world. Their teacher? None other than a bored Illya.

"Servants, familiars summoned from heroes in history…"

Miku's eyes lit up at this revelation.

"So, Roy's Servant, the sickly Lady Okita… she's the real Okita Souji from history?"

"That's right," Illya nodded, her tone indifferent.

Miku seemed excited but also confused.

How could Okita Souji possibly be a girl?

When Utaha finally emerged from the bathroom, Illya gave her an approving nod, recognizing her contribution to helping Roy.

"Oh? It seems like more people have moved in since I last visited."

Just before lunch, Aozaki Touko returned.

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