Emiya Shirou Doesn’t Want to Work Overtime [430]
“How exactly did you make it down to the tenth floor?” Eina’s eyebrows knitted tightly together. Putting aside the fact
“How exactly did you make it down to the tenth floor?” Eina’s eyebrows knitted tightly together. Putting aside the fact
“Oh! Isn’t this the red-haired lad who was hovering by the door this afternoon?” With a hearty voice, a robust,
“Hephaestus!” “Hephaestus!” Along with shouts sounding like those of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, the wooden door of Hephaestus’s workshop
Standing at the entrance, Shirou Emiya hesitated slightly. Not because he was uncomfortable with the tavern’s atmosphere. But because Shirou
Labyrinth City—Orario. That was the name of this city. Long before the gods descended, this city had already existed, continuing
Orario was known as the Labyrinth City—not because its numerous buildings made navigating it feel maze-like. But because of the
BOOOOM—! An unimaginably violent crash. An explosion powerful enough to shake the ground itself. “What the hell was that!?” An
The Dungeon was divided by difficulty into upper, middle, lower, and deep floors. The upper floors spanned floors 1 to
Clang—! Clang—! Clang—! Clang—! The rhythmic pounding echoed throughout the room. The sound of a heavy hammer striking metal, again
Pain. As if something was relentlessly prying his skull apart, an indescribable agony kept spiraling through his head. Shirou Emiya