Please Play Fate/GO With Me

Shirou unwrapped the packaging and broke off pieces of the fragrant ham, feeding them to the white dog.

The white dog ate with relish. It seemed that even after being transported to another world, the food hadn't spoiled.

"Woof woof." After finishing, the white dog sniffed Shirou's scent and affectionately rubbed against his legs, its tail wagging even more joyfully.

"Oh, it's delicious, isn't it?" Shirou stroked the white dog's chin.

The white dog enjoyed Shirou's petting, its eyes narrowing in comfort, becoming even more attached to Shirou.

"Let's go, Shirou, Gudako," Artoria urged. "Since you've eaten, don't just wander around outside. Follow me, Cavall II!"

"How nice, Cavall II, you have a good name. Cavall I was a famous dog that hunted the King of Demonic Boars with the Knights of the Round Table," Shirou said.

"Woof!" The white dog happily stuck out its tongue.

"Um... have you decided on a name?" Gudako asked in surprise.

"Cavall II is Cavall II," Artoria Alter replied righteously. As the king, she held the primary right to name.

"When did you start raising it?" Shirou stood up and followed the blonde girl.

"Raising what? It just insisted on following me, and I was so annoyed that I gave it some leftovers," Artoria said, turning her head away with a tsundere attitude.

"Is that so..." Gudako exchanged a look with Shirou and followed them with a suppressed giggle.

Chapter 80: Shinjuku Archer Uncle

"Alright, come in!" Artoria led the boy and girl into a house.

It was a derelict hamburger shop, and behind a hidden inner door, there was another door leading to a basement below.

As soon as they entered, Artoria began scolding the white dog.

"You're being naughty! I told you not to run off, how many times do I have to say it!"

"Whimper." Cavall II's tail drooped as it was scolded, and it lowered its head, begging for mercy.

"Hmm, it's good that you're reflecting. Then I'll give you some extra dog food. The ham from before probably wasn't enough. Stay put in the corner, Cavall II." Artoria poured some dog food into a bowl and placed it in the corner.

"Woof woof!" The white dog obediently agreed.

"This is basically like raising a family dog..." Shirou quipped.

"Mhm," Gudako nodded.

"Now, let's talk about this Shinjuku situation," Artoria said to Gudako, Shirou, Da Vinci, and Mash in Chaldea, explaining what she knew. An alliance of four Servants called the Phantom Demon Alliance was attempting to destroy this world.

The leader was none other than Shinjuku Archer, possessing exceptional magical power, cold and ruthless, and meticulously planning everything to perfection, orchestrating from behind the scenes. He was a completely different person from the middle-aged man Gudako had met, who had risked his life fighting for her.

"In short, the man I know would never risk his life for anyone else. You weren't tricked, were you?" Artoria asked Gudako.

"Impossible!" Gudako retorted. As a Master, she was confident in her ability to connect with Servants on a personal level. Shinjuku Archer genuinely helped her; that much was certain.

"Alright, let's drop this topic. There are still many mysteries in Shinjuku. In fact, I approached you because I received a request from a Servant."

"King of Cavern! He came to this world?" Mash exclaimed in surprise.

"Edmond Dantès...?" Gudako tilted her head in confusion.

"Yes, that's what he said. In any case, to defeat this Phantom Demon Alliance, we need to gather more fighting power. For now, let's go meet up with that Shinjuku Archer. Depending on his behavior after we meet, we'll either make him an ally or take him down," Artoria said.

"No problem!" Gudako said with a confident smile.

"You seem to trust people too easily. This Shinjuku is already a demon realm where loved ones might kill each other at any moment, and enemies can support each other, all for the sake of survival. I can't guarantee you won't be betrayed," Artoria warned.

"Yeah, that old man is indeed suspicious," Shirou agreed, nodding. In his impression, Servants were all too eccentric. Except for Artoria, they all seemed like the type who wouldn't hesitate to betray their Master, though the Masters themselves were often terrible people.

"I think he's definitely a good person!" Gudako argued.

"Did he say where to meet?" Artoria asked.

"He said Shinjuku Station," Gudako replied.

Hearing the answer, Artoria frowned. "Shinjuku Station, that troublesome place again. Well, it's getting late today. For now, Gudako and Shirou should rest. We'll go tomorrow."

"Right, sleeping in the basement directly on the floor would be too damp and unbearable for the body. Let's make do with this for now," Shirou said, projecting a blanket, pillow, and mat to lay on the floor.

"Oh, as expected of Shirou-senpai. It's so good that you came along," Gudako said, hugging the pillow with joy.

"Sometimes I feel like Shirou-senpai is a bit too omnipotent when it comes to taking care of people," Mash also praised from Chaldea.

"A soft pillow, a warm blanket, so comfortable..." Gudako fell asleep shortly after lying down. After a night of turmoil, she was clearly exhausted.

Artoria and Shirou exchanged a look and said no more, letting the girl rest.

In the morning, Shirou woke up and, seeing that it was morning, patrolled the vicinity and brought back food he had scavenged to the hamburger shop. Although it was a post-apocalyptic place, the water and electricity were still on.

While food was scarce without factory supply, most people had already died. Shirou, with his keen eyesight, found plenty of hidden food in various shops.

"Although I can't make a proper breakfast, using the induction cooker and rice cooker, I can at least make a nutritionally sufficient morning meal."

Shirou used some of the long-lasting canned fruits, dried vegetables, and canned meat he had scavenged, along with some unopened rice. Using the hamburger shop's kitchen, he chopped vegetables with his Moe sword and stir-fried them in his Gan Jiang pot. The rich aroma wafted through the door to the basement.

"Shirou, what are you doing?" Artoria, drawn by the smell, came over.

"Artoria, would you like some too? There's a lot," Shirou invited.

"Mhm, I won't be polite then. But honestly, hamburgers would still be more to my taste," Artoria agreed, sitting down at a small table.

Shirou prepared the food she had made, placing it into clean dishes and serving her a bowl piled high with rice.

"What is this!!! It's super delicious! And it feels so nostalgic, could this be mom's cooking? Mom?" Artoria exclaimed in surprise after taking a bite, stuffing meat into her mouth as the mountain of rice in her bowl rapidly diminished.

"It's hamburger steak. I made it directly from canned meat, served with olives and spinach. It should go well with the rice," Shirou explained.

"Shirou, you really are an amazing Master. After eating your cooking, I feel like if I can't have this kind of breakfast every day, my fighting spirit will drop by half," Artoria said, looking at Shirou with admiration.

"Is that so... But I can't infiltrate the enemy's ranks. However, I can try my best to help you all eat less junk food and maintain a healthy, balanced diet," Shirou replied.

"Shirou, what nonsense are you spouting! Junk food is justice! Hamburgers, cola, paired with potato chips and fried chicken, that's the supreme enjoyment a king deserves!" Artoria declared.

"No, I think Artoria's taste has become a bit strange," Shirou muttered quietly. "Oh well, I should go wake Gudako up."

Chapter 81: Rendezvous at Shinjuku Station

In the basement, the red-haired girl was curled up in a blanket on a mat, sleeping soundly and rather messily.

"Hey, Gudako, time to get up," Shirou called out to the girl.

"Good morning... Shirou-senpai. My body is still a bit sore, and my neck is so stiff," Gudako said, rubbing her eyes as she sat up.

"It's much better than sleeping on the floor," Shirou replied.

"How about... Shirou-senpai, could you give me a massage~?" Gudako flopped back onto the mat, striking a pose she thought was seductive, lifting one leg. Since she had taken off her stockings to sleep, she was now holding up her snow-white toes.

"Get up, or Artoria will eat all the breakfast," Shirou said, swatting down the leg the girl had lifted.

"So stingy... If Rin-senpai did that to you, you'd agree!" Gudako pouted indignantly.

"Wait, what is Tohsaka telling a child! That crazy girl," Shirou said, flustered and annoyed.

Pouting, Gudako ignored Shirou, put on her socks, changed her clothes, stuck out her tongue, and ran off to eat breakfast.

"Down."

"Woof." The white dog lay down.

"Shake."

"Woof." A white paw rested in the girl's palm.

"Excellent! Today, Cavall II is also in top condition!" Artoria said, patting the white dog's head with satisfaction before standing up.

"Good morning, Shirou-senpai."

"Good morning, Mash. Did you get enough rest at Chaldea?" Shirou asked the pink-haired girl in the holographic projection.

"Yes, after the data stabilized yesterday, I went to rest," Mash replied.

"Is that so, that's good. Rest is also preparation for battle," Shirou nodded with satisfaction.

"Then, Shirou, Gudako, let's head to Shinjuku Station," Artoria said.

As they stepped outside, Gudako let out a shriek. "Whoa, it's still pitch black out here."

"Yes, last night, and when I went out this morning, it was the same. Nothing has changed," Shirou said.

"Shinjuku has no sun anymore. It's always night here. The residents have probably forgotten what daytime looks like."

"Cavall II, you stay here and guard the house," Artoria said, turning back to instruct the white dog that wanted to follow.

"Woof," the white dog responded to its Master, then looked at Shirou, wagged its tail, and barked, as if saying goodbye.

It seemed that because Shirou had brought it a few boxes of dog food this morning, its affection for him had grown even stronger.

The three of them then arrived at Shinjuku Station, only to find it had been drastically altered. The pathways inside had been transformed into a maze, and several exits seemed to be missing.

"No, the Shinjuku Station I remember definitely wasn't like this. This setup is too anti-human," Shirou grumbled.

"Let's go inside and take a look," Artoria said, changing into her black armor and wielding a black Holy Sword with red markings, leading the way inside.

A sound of gunfire echoed from within.

"Hahahahaha! Eat my coffin! Ah, this noisy battle should get your attention, Master, hurry over! This gentleman uncle is in grave danger!" The brightly dressed, mustachioed uncle held up a white coffin, from which various machine guns and cannons fired, holding back the pursuers one by one.

Escaping in this Shinjuku was incredibly difficult for him. It was either Demonic Beasts, automatons, or mages dressed as delinquent bikers with golden mohawks. The firearms used by the mercenary squad "Hornet" were also specialized for Servants.

"Fire! Don't let him escape!" The well-trained mercenary squad Hornet, armed with machine guns, fired back at Shinjuku Archer, steadily advancing under the suppression of their firepower.

"—Excalibur Morgan!" A black demonic blast transformed into a giant beam of light, engulfing the station's passage and blasting through the pursuing mercenaries.

The knight girl, clad in black armor, swung her Holy Sword and charged forward, cutting down the remaining mercenaries.

Behind them, Shirou projected a longbow and shot the mercenaries who tried to attack Artoria, shattering their helmets and piercing their foreheads one by one.

"Shinjuku Archer! Are you alright?!" Gudako shouted.

"Oh ho, Master, we are reunited after twelve hours apart. And the mysterious young man who suddenly appeared and carried you away yesterday, the Knight of yesterday. I am truly grateful for your assistance," the mustachioed uncle said with a gentlemanly bow.

"You look like you're meeting for the first time," Shirou remarked.

"Who are you? What is your True Name? What is your Noble Phantasm? Every move you make is suspicious, yet you show genuine emotion. I acknowledge your brave act of protecting Gudako yesterday. We are not beings who have formally formed a contract with the Master here, nor do we rely on the Master's magical energy. We can act freely in this magical realm on our own. Tell me, why did you save Gudako!" Artoria demanded, sword pointed at Shinjuku Archer.

"Ah, to be honest, I wasn't sure myself at the time. I just acted on impulse. Uncle here hates putting himself in danger, so what's going on?" the mustachioed uncle said, looking troubled.

"Because you're an Ally of Justice?" Gudako tilted her head and asked.

"Hahahaha!" Hearing Gudako's words, the uncle burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha!!" Gudako also put her hands on her hips and burst into laughter.

Then, the uncle showed a shocked expression and said, "Eh? Is that really true?"

"Hahahaha!!!" Gudako laughed even harder.

Artoria tugged on the boy's sleeve, pointed at Gudako, who was still laughing with her hands on her hips, and asked:

"Shirou, is this little brat really Chaldea's last Master, the one who single-handedly cleared seven Singularities, resolved the Incineration of Humanity, defeated the Demon God King Goetia alone, and is the strongest Master who has survived to this day?"

"Yes, she is. Although it's a bit different from the image I got from my phone, Mash is also a bit different, come to think of it." Shirou replied, wiping sweat from his brow. According to Da Vinci, the FGO game recorded the events the girl had experienced with 90% accuracy, so these things must have been hidden within the remaining 10%.

'Things like Uruk's naked king, the Knights of the Round Table's mature woman obsession, the big breast and loli obsessions, Charlemagne's twelve perversions, and the double-plugged, massive stallion Heracles – the dark histories of these popular characters, which will eventually be used to scam players, have been cleverly concealed.'

"Shirou, what's wrong?" Artoria asked, looking at Shirou who suddenly clutched his head.

"It's nothing, my head just suddenly hurts..." Shirou waved his hand.

Chapter 82: The Black-Haired Silver-Eyed Girl

"Well then, I have another question. What is your relationship with the leader in that building under construction?" Artoria asked.

"Me... if I had to say, I'm a clone, or perhaps waste. ...Even though I look identical to him on the outside, my true name has been stolen, and more than half of my power has been stripped away."

"You say your true name was stolen, like your Spiritron Dress was split into good and evil halves? Did the big bad guy here completely strip away his good side? That would explain why your Spiritron Dress is damaged. If you could recover your true name, perhaps your Spiritron Dress could be restored too," Da Vinci added, surprised.

"Is that so? But would I be the good side?" The uncle himself didn't quite believe it.

Shirou opened his Mystic Eyes and observed the Servant of unknown identity.

The other party's Spiritron Dress was indeed damaged, and their state as a Heroic Spirit was also peculiar, more like a fusion of two spiritual bodies. One was the main body controlling the consciousness, and the other was more ambiguous, like a conceptual existence... The weakness is...

"Wait! Young man, could you please stop staring at me with those eyes that seem to see everything? Uncle feels like if you keep looking, you'll see right through my measurements, down to every inch." The uncle shielded himself with his coffin, saying shyly.