Emiya Shirou Doesn’t Want to Work Overtime [24]
“I’ve had enough of this! Tonight, I’m going to eat her!” With a snap, Daki whipped the pink silk sash
“I’ve had enough of this! Tonight, I’m going to eat her!” With a snap, Daki whipped the pink silk sash
“Table 13—Tempura!” “Table 27—Soba noodles!” One call after another rang out from the restaurant floor. Beads of sweat slid down
“Eek! That tickles!” Shirou flinched—someone had poked him in the side. He turned and looked down. A young girl in
“You really can eat. Don’t they feed you properly at Tokijiro House?” Watching Kaori juggle her growing collection of snacks
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Waaaahhh!” The moment Suma’s loud sobbing echoed through the corridor, a few geisha who weren’t
Time waited for no one. The boy’s instructions to Shirou had only taken a moment—barely two sentences. Just how long
A shrieking roar tore through the forest, the silver blade carving through the air like a death knell—it was as
Shirou gritted his teeth, fighting down the taste of blood rising in his throat as he rushed forward, hands tightly
With the morning dew still clinging to the forest floor, sunlight filtered through layers of leaves, casting dappled, fish-scale patterns
Shirou didn’t answer right away. He was still debating whether or not he should travel at night. It wasn’t that