Emiya Shirou Doesn’t Want to Work Overtime [113]
Shirou turned towards the voice, noticing a figure dressed extravagantly, a longsword hanging at her waist. It was the adorable,
Shirou turned towards the voice, noticing a figure dressed extravagantly, a longsword hanging at her waist. It was the adorable,
Clang—! Shirou swiftly spun his body, deflecting the surrounding blades, then dropped into a half-crouch and vanished from sight in
“This is my praise to you. In this era, it is fortunate indeed for a hero like you to appear.”
“Even you can’t transfer the Command Spells from his hand, teacher?” In a small workshop, a young boy with short
Because they wanted to kill me, I killed them first. Shirou had no reason to refute that logic. After all,
“It started with a fire—a fire that took everything away.” Emiya Shirou quietly began recounting his past. His story wasn’t
A brilliant, dazzling radiance instantly enveloped Shirou and Esdeath mid-battle. It was the teleportation formation they’d encountered before. Previously, it
“Someone’s calling for help!” In the otherwise silent forest, Shirou immediately heard faint cries for help coming from afar and
So tired… Unable to move or speak, Shirou Emiya was overwhelmed by exhaustion. So sleepy… The emptiness of his mind,
“Where is this?” Emiya Shirou wanted to struggle free from Esdeath’s grip, but at the moment he couldn’t even muster