Era of Heroic Spirits: I Was Exposed by Alaya

The mighty Heroic Spirit assassin Hundred-Faced Hassan was dead!

Illya scrambled up from the ground, ignoring the dirt staining her pure white nightgown, and stared blankly at the figure before her.

That had been the infamous Assassin of the Hashashin.

A killer of Heroic Spirit caliber!

Yet now, no matter how many clones he had spawned, this mysterious man had slain them all.

Without hesitation, Illya stepped forward. "Excuse me... are you Shirou?"

"I am merely a projection from the future."

Nameless replied with a voice devoid of emotion.

Silently, he apologized in his heart.

Being able to risk exposure to save her was already the limit of what he could do.

Complete exposure would mean all the heroic spirits coming after him.

At that point, Roya's true identity would also be revealed.

Which would result in him being taken away by Alaya to work 24/7 again!

After the final battle, the identity of the troublemaker was no longer just the "Evil of Humanity"...

"Thank you for saving me."

Illya's ruby-like beautiful eyes stared intently at him.

Other than that person, no one would appear so timely to rescue her.

In other words, she had been protected by him all along!

Realizing this made Illya feel warm all over, even as she stood amidst the snow and ice.

Even descending from the future, he still sought to protect her.

How wonderful!

Just then.

A figure abruptly materialized out of thin air, coldly staring at the two of them. "I'm taking Illya with me today, and not even Qin Shi Huang can stop me!"

The newcomer was tall and slender, clad in black leather that boldly accentuated her flawless figure.

Every movement exuded feminine allure.

Illya couldn't help but gaze enviously.

If only she had that kind of charm...

Wait, no—now wasn't the time for that. The real concern was whether Nameless, who had projected himself from the future, could actually win this fight.

"You people are like flies—so damn annoying!" Nameless frowned slightly.

All he wanted was to live as an ordinary high school student, then transition into an ordinary office worker after graduation. Why did they all insist on disturbing him?

"Flies???"

Tamamo-no-Mae nearly lost her composure.

The great nine-tailed fox, capable of enchanting all who beheld her, had just been called a fly by this man?

Unforgivable!

No, wait—he hadn't even seen through her disguise, mistaking her for someone from the United States!

Tamamo-no-Mae silently swore to herself.

Once she defeated him, she would tie him up and make him kneel to lick her feet!

"Are you stupid?"

Nameless looked at her with the expression of someone regarding a hopeless fool.

Did she really think he was that easy to bully?

Hum—

A crushing, mountain-like pressure suddenly descended.

Nameless could clearly feel his Magic Circuits being forcefully suppressed, making even the slightest manipulation of magical energy excruciatingly difficult.

Not only that.

Her eyes blazed with radiant light.

Under this terrifying assault, it felt as though a massive hammer had slammed directly into his mind.

For a brief moment, he froze.

"Heh. Even with your Spirit Origin shattered and your body crippled, you're still too weak to stand before me!"

Tamamo-no-Mae smiled with absolute confidence.

Her two abilities—one suppressing his magical energy, the other assaulting his mind—rendered him incapable of freely projecting Noble Phantasms. Even standing was a struggle!

And both of these powers originated from Qin Shi Huang himself. Their names were—

"Burn the Books."

"Bury the Scholars."

These were the formidable abilities Tamamo-no-Mae had acquired after watching the video.

She could vaguely sense that once all nine tails were gathered, she would become truly invincible!

Her smile grew increasingly hostile. "Come on, kneel and lick my feet. Maybe I'll spare you!"

"You bastard! Taking advantage of someone like this—what kind of cowardice is that?" Illya couldn't help but grit her teeth.

How dare this blue-haired, green-eyed United States wretch even think of laying a finger on Nameless!

"Ahaha~ Little cutie, battles are cruel like that. Of course you strike when the enemy is weak!"

Tamamo-no-Mae laughed heartily, not the least bit ashamed—in fact, she took pride in it.

However.

Despite her overwhelming assault, capable of effortlessly crushing even Heroic Spirits...

Nameless merely sighed nostalgically. "Magic suppressed, mind attacked... not bad at all."

"You're... unharmed?!"

Tamamo-no-Mae's face twisted in disbelief.

Hadn't he been completely crippled? Hadn't he exhausted all his magical energy when he slew Hundred-Faced Hassan earlier?

"I was still affected."

Nameless casually stretched his limbs.

Having walked through six thousand years of human history, battling countless Heroic Spirits, gods, and Evils of Humanity, he had long since forged a willpower that surpassed all mortals.

A mere mental assault was nothing to him.

However, the suppression of magical power meant he was completely unable to utilize it.

Projection of weapons, Unlimited Blade Works—all were sealed away.

At this moment, he had entered the most perilous situation imaginable.

"Hmph, then get on your knees and lick my feet!"

Tamamo-no-Mae couldn't suppress her grin at the thought of the mighty Nameless utterly submitting beneath her.

Finally, she could exact revenge for the humiliation he had inflicted upon her in the past.

After toying with him to her heart's content, she would film it and upload the video online for all to see.

She would declare to the world—

[See that? I, Tamamo-no-Mae, was the first to conquer Nameless!]

Just the thought of it sent shivers of excitement down her spine!

As for retaliation?

What a joke.

Once she regained her six-tailed peak form, she would fear no one!

"If I had a choice, I really wouldn't want to use this."

Nameless sighed softly.

"Use what?"

Tamamo-no-Mae instinctively sensed something amiss.

Did this bastard still have a trump card?

No, he must be bluffing!

Her guard instantly shot up to its highest—she had to defeat him now.

Yes, unlike those sneaky, excuse-making women, her desire was simple—she just wanted him.

She wanted to conquer him completely.

To make it so he could never leave her again!

Bzzzt—

Under Tamamo-no-Mae's tense gaze, his eyes suddenly blazed with a brilliant golden light.

A radiant golden glow manifested behind him once more.

But this time—

It wasn't the golden sunlight of Azazel, but—

A dragon!

A resplendent golden divine dragon!

The dragon coiled behind him, exuding an overwhelming, transcendent majesty.

"You're a Stand user too?!"

Tamamo-no-Mae gaped in disbelief, unable to comprehend what she was seeing. How did he still have this move?!

"Platinum Dragon!"

Nameless whispered its name, raising a hand toward her. "The World—stop time!"

Bzzzt—

The dazzling golden dragon behind him unleashed an unimaginable power, slowing everything around them to a crawl.

Tamamo-no-Mae's shocked expression froze in place, motionless.

"Only 0.5 seconds—but it's enough!"

Without hesitation, Nameless drove his fist forward, slamming her violently into the earth.

BOOM!

By the time Tamamo-no-Mae regained her senses, she found herself buried dozens of meters deep, her body curled like a shrimp, her face twisted in disbelief.

What just happened?!

Why hadn't she seen him move?

Who erased that moment from her perception?!

Under the force of the impact, Tamamo-no-Mae felt as though her organs had been pulverized—yet, thanks to Eternal Throne, they healed at a visible, frenzied pace.

"A-Ahhh, no—stop!"

The cycle of injury and instant regeneration subjected her to sensations she had never experienced before.

Her entire body trembled, her mind soaring.

It was so intense she could barely breathe!

The moment she clawed her way out of the ground, he was upon her again.

His fists became blurs, the golden dragon behind him roaring in tandem.

"ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA!"

Nameless unleashed his assault without restraint.

If she dared provoke him, she would pay the price.

"Bastard—let me go!"

Tamamo-no-Mae struggled desperately, but it was futile.

He didn't relent. "USELESS! USELESS! USELESS!"

"Do you even know who I am?! I'm Tamamo-no-Mae!"

Tamamo-no-Mae felt her entire being ravaged by the other's violent assault, yet strangely desired to experience more.

The nine-tailed fox, who had always been a domineering queen fond of wantonly toying with others, was now experiencing some peculiar sensation under the other's tempestuous onslaught.

No!

She absolutely couldn't end up like Merlin—she had to resist.

But... it felt so good...

"I'm beating you up precisely because you're a seductive vixen!"

Nameless threw another punch. Since he couldn't break it anyway, he might as well land a few more hits.

Did this fox spirit really think he was easy to mess with?

Forcing him to use Platinum Dragon—how could he possibly let her off lightly?

He had to discipline her thoroughly in one go, until she didn't dare target him ever again!

But as he kept hitting her, he noticed something—aside from the three fox tails already sprouting, a fourth one quietly emerged.

Tamamo-no-Mae's aura surged wildly, her combat power multiplying ninefold!

Damn, this thing got stronger the more it was beaten?

Nameless didn't dare linger any longer. Without hesitation, he punched her straight into the sky.

Get out of here!

"You bastard, I'll definitely be back—!"

Tamamo-no-Mae let out a piercing scream as she transformed into a shooting star, soaring straight into the heavens.

...

Meanwhile.

Thousands of kilometers away from Fuyuki City, in distant China—Xianyang.

Inside the massive Epang Palace floating in the sky.

All the Heroic Spirits had gathered for a meeting to discuss how to deal with Britain next.

Seated on his throne, Qin Shi Huang suddenly revealed a faint smile.

"Master, are you inviting me to see you?"

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