Shinji Matou at Your Service-Chapter 966: Battle Between Sisters

The White Knight Blood had vanished, and the Black Princess, Altrouge, regained her prior elegance and nobility. With a soft cough, she muttered in complaint, "Honestly, after a thousand years, he's still the same, no growth whatsoever."

"Oh."

Arcueid, completely oblivious to what her sister was trying to express, continued munching on her food.

Altrouge, well aware of her sister's nature, wasn't surprised. Smiling, she asked, "How do you usually interact with your knight?"

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"Pretty much like you do: chatting, strolling around, fighting."

"..."

Arcueid's answer left her sister speechless.

Her sister, one of the strongest Dead Apostles in the world of vampires—okay, let's say one of the strongest—a serious contender for the Dead Apostle Ancestor title, and a terrifying figure that strikes fear into countless others... spends her daily life just chatting, strolling, and fighting?

Thinking about it more carefully, it was hard to argue with that. If you ignore the subjects of their conversations, the places they visit, and the opponents they fight, it does boil down to chatting, strolling, and fighting.

But wait, fighting?

"You fight your knight too?"

"Yeah, though I hit him less than he hits me."

"He hits you, and you don't fight back? I refuse to believe he's stronger than you!"

Hearing this, Altrouge was utterly baffled.

"Because I often make mistakes. When I'm wrong, I deserve to be punished."

"..."

Once again, Altrouge was left speechless.

"I can't tell who's the master here, you or him."

"Does it matter? I don't care."

Arcueid replied nonchalantly.

"In his words, as long as you're happy, why bother with all the details? Isn't it exhausting?"

"He sounds like a rather interesting human. Now I'm a bit curious about him," Altrouge remarked.

At that, Arcueid immediately shot her sister a fierce glare.

"Mmm..."

"Why are you looking at me like that? Are you afraid I'll steal your knight?"

"Hmph!"

Arcueid's expression grew more and more menacing, while Altrouge found it increasingly entertaining.

"My, my, the more you look at me like that, the more I want to steal him."

Crack!

The tension between the sisters caused the table between them to crack.

"Ah, it broke." Arcueid quickly reined in her strength.

"If it's broken, just fix it. Didn't your knight say you're good at this?" Altrouge said nonchalantly.

"Oh, right."

Arcueid's red eyes shifted to gold as she connected her True Ancestor's consciousness to nature, rewriting reality.

Soon, the broken table was restored. Not only that, but the damaged areas around the house also began to heal.

Just then, Altrouge swung her hand, causing the area that had just been repaired to be destroyed again.

"Altrouge, what are you doing?"

Arcueid was enraged. The pure white of her clothes started to glow even whiter, a sign that she was about to unleash her full power to rewrite the world with her marble phantasm.

"What am I doing? I'm stopping my foolish sister from doing something stupid!"

Altrouge stared back at her, equally defiant.

"What did I do that was so foolish?"

"You still don't get it... Fine, I'll spell it out. Fixing the table is one thing, but why did you repair the entire house?"

"Oh, because Shinji wanted me to. What's the problem with that?"

"You are stupid! Didn't I tell you? No one can discover us. By repairing the house, Matou Shinji will notice something strange by tomorrow at the latest."

"Shinji isn't 'someone else!'"

"But he's a participant in the Holy Grail War! You can't interfere in this war, directly or indirectly!"

"Why should I listen to you?"

"Because I'm your sister! Mother has decreed that for this affair, you must obey me."

"So what if you're my sister? Have you forgotten who made you the way you are now?"

Arcueid's face was full of disdain.

Grrrr!

A vein bulged on Altrouge's forehead, and her lips parted, revealing a pair of sharp fangs.

Bringing that up was the last straw. Back in the day, Altrouge had been just as powerful and perfect as Arcueid. If it hadn't been for her foolish sister stirring up trouble, she wouldn't have had to regress to her current immature state to conserve strength!

"Are you looking for a fight, my foolish sister?"

"Yeah, yeah!"

Arcueid nodded eagerly, "I've been wanting to fight you for a long time. You stopped me from going home and kept me from helping out!"

"Fine, let's fight."

Finally, Altrouge snapped.

Her long black hair flowed as if caught in an invisible wind, quickly turning golden. At the same time, her petite form began to grow, maturing back into the adult form that resembled Arcueid's, including her figure — from wall to mountain. This was her battle form.

The moment her transformation was completed, the Black Princess flicked her dress and lunged at her sister.

Arcueid was not one to back down. With a twist of her wrist, she formed her fingers into claws and aimed directly at her sister's face.

Thus began an all-out brawl between the two sisters.

And they were quite literally tearing each other apart! Ripping and shredding.

One moment, the older sister was tearing off the younger sister's face, and the next moment, the younger sister was ripping out the older sister's hair.

The next second, the older sister tore off the younger sister's arm, and then the younger one ripped off her sister's leg.

Each time a part was torn off, it regenerated in the blink of an eye. Such was the absurd regenerative power of high-level vampires. Because of this, neither sister bothered to defend, focusing solely on inflicting damage.

Of course, vampires had not only incredible regenerative abilities but also immense stamina. This kind of tearing and ripping might continue until dawn when the sun would finally decide the victor. Arcueid, being a pure-blood True Ancestor, was unbothered by the sun, but Altrouge, a hybrid of Dead Apostle and True Ancestor, would be weakened by its rays. At that point, she'd be easy prey.

Realizing this endless fight wouldn't end well for her, Altrouge started to release more of her power and called for reinforcements:

"Blood! Where are you hiding? Get out here and help!"

"Ah, a conversation between the two Princesses... I dare not interfere."

A male voice echoed from all directions, making it impossible to pinpoint its source.

"I said help! Whose knight are you? Do you want to see your lord humiliated?"

Hearing Altrouge's stern command, Blood knew his Princess was serious. He hesitated no longer.

"My apologies, White Princess."

With a sigh, Blood finally revealed himself, accompanied by his subordinates, a group of ghostly figures.

These ghosts wore wide-brimmed hats and old-fashioned European sailor outfits, looking like modern-day pirates who had traveled through time.

They were Blood's pride, the infamous Ghost Fleet that made him feared in the world of mystics — the subordinates of the White Knight!