Chapter 185: A Kiss of Flames

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The Command Spells on Illyasviel's arm glowed faintly red.

Within the summoning circle, drawn with quicksilver, a swirling mist filled the ancient chapel, transforming it into an ethereal dreamscape.

A soft whoosh echoed through the air as the mist dissipated, revealing a young woman.

Her slender form was draped in a flowing, blue-and-white kimono, the high slits revealing long, shapely legs clad in white, gold-trimmed stockings—a perfect example of 'zettai ryouiki'.

Her hair, a soft shade of aqua, cascaded down to her waist like silk. A pair of white, horn-like protrusions, resembling ornate hairpins, adorned her forehead.

Her delicate face, as smooth and pale as porcelain, was framed by those horns, her clear amber eyes fixed on Haru.

Haru's eyes widened slightly as he took in her beauty, a surge of possessiveness rising within him.

The girl held a black, bat-shaped fan, decorated with a dragon motif, before her face, partially concealing her lips. Her amber eyes sparkled with excitement, her voice clear and melodious.

"I've finally found you, Anchin-sama."

Haru blinked, then, realizing the girl had mistaken him for someone else, a slow smile spread across his face.

It seemed—he'd been mistaken for a lover…

He was about to play along, to claim the name Anchin as his own, when his Campione instincts screamed at him, a sudden, sharp warning.

His face paled.

Danger. Claiming that name—was a bad idea.

He hesitated, then said, "I'm afraid you have the wrong person. My name isn't Anchin."

Thud.

The bat-shaped fan slipped from the girl's grasp. She stared at Haru, her mouth slightly open, her voice barely a whisper. "You're—not lying? But—how…?"

Haru's eye twitched. 'So, this Servant—could detect lies? That explained the sudden sense of danger.'

Ignoring the fallen fan, the girl lunged forward, throwing her arms around Haru, her voice filled with urgency. "Have you forgotten me? It's me! Kiyohime!"

"I'm sorry. I've never met you before." Haru's eyes narrowed slightly as he felt the soft press of her body against his, his gaze fixed on the girl who called herself Kiyohime. Knowing she could detect lies, he answered truthfully.

Instinct told him lying to this—Kiyohime—was a very bad idea.

"You're still—not lying?! But—your soul—deep within—you remember me, don't you? How else could you…?" Kiyohime's voice was filled with anguish, then, her expression shifted, her face flushing crimson as she grabbed Haru's hand, which had been—exploring the curves beneath her kimono.

Haru froze. A beautiful woman, practically throwing herself at him—he'd reacted instinctively, his hands moving to—assess her measurements.

If not for Illyasviel and Saber watching them, he might have—taken things further.

He paused, a sudden thought striking him. He wasn't usually this—impulsive. This girl—she was unusually—alluring.

Then, he saw them—the small, white horns on Kiyohime's forehead. He understood. As a being imbued with the blood of Earth Mother Goddesses, he was naturally drawn to Dragons and serpents. That was why he found Kiyohime so—captivating.

Kiyohime, her cheeks flushed, her amber eyes half-closed, a seductive look in them, gently placed Haru's hand on her breast.

"Perhaps—being reincarnated—made you forget me, Anchin-sama. But it doesn't matter. Your actions—they speak of a love that transcends even the cycle of reincarnation."

Haru's eye twitched. He'd just been—handsy. That was all. This girl—she needed to be more aware of her own beauty, her seductive allure. Throwing herself at him like this—what man could resist?

...

"ACHOO!"

In Hell, Anchin, his body skeletal and emaciated, looked at the newly arrived souls, his eyes filled with longing.

"So many attractive men…"

...

Kiyohime looked at Haru, her brow furrowed. "But—it troubles me that you don't remember…"

Then, her eyes lit up. She wrapped her arms around Haru's neck, her voice soft. "Allow Kiyohime—to reawaken your memories—with a kiss of flames."

She stood on tiptoe, her lips—full and inviting, parting slightly as she leaned in.

Haru, never one to turn down such an offer, lowered his head, meeting her lips.

Mmm…

"Oh my how passionate…" Illyasviel gasped, covering her face with her hands, peeking through her fingers, her cheeks flushed as she watched them kiss, a silver thread connecting their lips.

Saber stared at them, a slight blush coloring her cheeks, her mind reeling.

What was going on? Weren't they here for the Holy Grail War?

Why was there another Master? And why did he know her True Name? And why was he—kissing his Servant?

It was all too much.

"Ha..ha.. Do you remember now, my husband?" Kiyohime asked, her voice breathless, her eyes filled with a tender warmth.

"No. But—why are you calling me 'husband'?" Haru asked, licking his lips, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Silly~" Kiyohime nuzzled his chest, then, turning her head, she noticed Illyasviel's flushed face and Saber's wary stance.

"My husband," she said, her voice playful, "it seems we have—uninvited guests. Shall we—eliminate them?"

Shing!

The sound of a sword being drawn. Saber, clad in her silver armor, her hand gripping an invisible blade, stood protectively before Illyasviel.

"Master, please step back."

Illyasviel, looking at Saber's tense posture, smiled. "There's no need for that, Saber. She's—with my husband."

Snap.

Kiyohime's eyes widened, their warmth replaced by a vacant stare. She looked at Haru, her voice soft, almost a whisper.

"Husband—what does this mean…?"

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The reason Kiyohime called Haru "husband":

Skill: Flame-Colored Kiss (Rank A)

Kiyohime bestows a kiss upon her Master. Once their lips meet, she transforms into—Super Kiyohime-chan, capable of overcoming any obstacle.

As a consequence, her Master's status is fixed as "Husband."

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