Emiya Shirou Doesn’t Want to Work Overtime [10]
The night was pitch black—meant to be quiet and foreboding. Yet the crows circling and crying overhead, the constant rustling
The night was pitch black—meant to be quiet and foreboding. Yet the crows circling and crying overhead, the constant rustling
“Another one coming to die?” Blocked mid-strike, the oni swiftly retreated backward. Its left hand still hadn’t regenerated under the
“Kill you! Kill you! Kill you! Kill you!” The demon clawed frantically at its own head, muttering under its breath
Shlk—! The demon’s claw, gleaming with deadly force, pierced clean through Emiya Shirou’s shoulder. Shlk—! At the same time, his
“Am I… dead?” In a haze, golden light—warm and radiant—forced Emiya Shirou’s eyes open. Every nerve in his body throbbed
Five days later. The inn had a fair amount of food stocked up. Otherwise, what kind of inn would only
At this point, even if Emiya Shirou didn’t want to fight, leaving this place wasn’t an option. He hadn’t been
“Back to the inn—now!” Emiya Shirou’s mind snapped to the katana he’d seen lying at the inn’s entrance. A wooden
“—!” Emiya Shirou’s pupils contracted sharply. The moment the demon’s words fell, it had already appeared at his side. Its
This is simply the story of a so-called hero of justice. The story of a man named Emiya Shirou. At