On the long slope he always had to pass on his way home, a blue figure instantly appeared beside Shinji.
At the same time, Lancer's voice rang out.
"Hey, kid, you okay?"
"I'm fine. Pretty good, actually. Want a bun?"
"No need. Just be more careful from now on. Your luck is seriously awful."
After leaving those words behind, Lancer turned into spiritual form and vanished before Shinji.
Shinji could neither laugh nor cry. This was already the second time Lucky Lancer had mocked him for having bad luck, but he did not take it too seriously.
Instead, he was more curious about Lancer's other strange behavior just now—the displeased look on his face, for reasons unknown.
Shinji did not yet know that after surviving three brushes with death, Lancer had made up his mind. He had to work hard and prove himself!
Especially regarding the information Kirie had told him to investigate about Rider's Master. Aside from his daytime dates promised to those pretty girls, he would definitely work hard during the rest of his time and complete the tasks his Master had given him!
Six in the morning, Matou Residence.
After hearing the front door get smashed open yet again from inside the bathroom, Shinji could not even be bothered to look exhausted anymore.
Immediately afterward came unusually hurried footsteps thudding toward the bathroom!
Screech—!
"Shinji!"
The worry on Bazett's face was entirely undisguised as she called out and moved to step forward. At the same time, Rider materialized before Shinji.
But this time, Shinji had learned his lesson. He raised a hand to stop Bazett from coming closer and took the initiative to untie his bathrobe.
"I won't trouble Sister Bazett this time. I'll do it myself!"
Looking at Shinji in boxer briefs, Bazett somehow felt