Emiya Shirou Doesn’t Want to Work Overtime [65]
Night fell deeper, and under the glow of an oil lamp, a middle-aged man casually flipped through documents containing profiles
Night fell deeper, and under the glow of an oil lamp, a middle-aged man casually flipped through documents containing profiles
“How fascinating.” Esdeath spoke casually, looking at Numa Seika’s utterly bewildered face. A genuinely delighted smile slowly spread across her
Esdeath’s expression gradually filled with excitement as she observed the young man before her. Despite clearly being pushed to his
“…” Shirou had long since grown accustomed to waking up in strange places after losing consciousness due to various situations.
Tiny snowflakes drifted gently from the sky, softly falling upon Shirou’s path as he walked toward Esdeath’s location. All the
Esdeath never concealed her true nature from her subordinates. Compared to insincere smiles, she always preferred to face everyone with
“I’m aware of Shinji’s actions, but there’s little I can do to stop him. Please, take Sakura with you.” Before
The flash of a silver blade filled Shirou’s vision the instant he stepped through the door. There was no hesitation,
Night had descended once more. In this place, there were no demons who saw humans as mere fodder, no bustling
“Kill—!” Boom! Boom! Boom! With the first rays of dawn, war drums thundered fiercely from both sides, signaling tens of