Please Play Fatego With Me

The fight was fierce and evenly matched for a time.

"Hahaha! You two are quite close. But please save this match for after we've defeated the Phantom Demon Alliance. Since we've gathered our forces, let's discuss a counterattack," a bearded man stepped forward, laughing heartily.

"Who's close to this cold-blooded woman (Assault Woman)!!!"

A flash of sword light and a burst of flame simultaneously attacked the bearded man.

"That was close," the bearded man quickly retreated, patting his nearly scorched clothes and exclaiming in alarm.

"Ah! I remember now, it was you, you bastard!" Jeanne d'Arc recognized Shinjuku Archer and, enraged, lunged at him with her spear.

"Wait! While I may have trespassed on your territory, is there really that much of a grudge?" the man dodged the attacks, retreating as he spoke.

"What! I'm getting revenge for you suddenly kicking me in the stomach and sending me flying! It's caused me nothing but unpleasantness these past few days... Now I'm going to make you pay tenfold!"

The silver-haired girl, summoned to this world, refused to join the Phantom Demon Alliance and parted ways with the incompatible King of Knights. Due to her tendency to start fires at the slightest provocation, the leader of the Phantom Demon Alliance considered her an unstable element and dispatched a large force to hunt her down.

The silver-haired girl was straightforward. Faced with the threat from the Phantom Demon Alliance, she naturally retorted without a second thought. And then... of course, she was targeted and relentlessly pursued.

To evade the pursuit, she had been fleeing through the underground passages of Shinjuku for days. However, no matter where she ran, ambushes awaited her. She didn't even have time to rest or catch her breath, driving her to the brink of madness.

In the end, she was caught up by the Heroic Spirit Archer summoned by the enemy.

A black-haired, black-clad Archer Servant, wielding a bow that emitted a deep blue flame. His magical energy was far superior to hers. Every shot fired an arrow trailing flames, incredibly destructive and so fast it was nearly impossible to see.

Jeanne d'Arc, relying on her fortress-like defensive skills, could barely block the attacks.

But the opponent was an unkillable monster. Even if she set him on fire, he would quickly heal from the disgusting black mud that oozed from his body.

Cornered and with no other options, Jeanne d'Arc decided to unleash her final Noble Phantasm, intending to take the enemy down with her, even if it meant self-destruction.

Her Noble Phantasm summoned the flames that burned Saint Joan of Arc to death. Using the Flag of Curses, it converted her own and the surrounding resentment into magical energy for incineration, burning the enemy from the inside out, down to the marrow of their bones.

Although she was a creation of the Holy Grail, a rootless duckweed, a fleeting phantom, she hadn't truly experienced the pain of Jeanne d'Arc's burning. What she unleashed was merely the hottest, most painful demonic flame she could imagine.

But as an Avenger-class Servant, the embodiment of hatred and resentment, possessing an eternal, unquenchable hatred and an unfillable void, her furious, despairing, destructive demonic flames were not to be underestimated.

Jeanne d'Arc was confident she could kill that detestable black mud Heroic Spirit.

However, at the last moment, the black mud Heroic Spirit erupted in blue flames, propelling him away at several times the speed of sound.

Her magical energy depleted, she collapsed disgracefully in the street, where she then met Shirou. In hindsight, it wasn't entirely a bad thing.

* 'Hmm... While it wasn't a bad thing, her indecisiveness is not a good thing!' Jeanne d'Arc thought, glaring fiercely at Shirou.

"?" Startled by the glare, Shirou looked at the girl in confusion.

Jeanne d'Arc turned her head away, avoiding eye contact with the boy.

The worst part now was being seen by that cold-blooded woman. Just thinking about it made her furious! Nothing made her more displeased.

Chapter 85: The Headless Knight Attacks

At this moment, Artoria looked thoughtfully at Jeanne d'Arc's stomach.

The silver-haired girl felt as though she were being mocked and angrily raised her flag, ready to unleash flames.

"Just burn already!!!"

"Pause! Calm down! I know it's hard to believe, but that Shinjuku Archer you're talking about is actually another person," the bearded man said, retreating repeatedly.

"Huh? Has your Spiritron Dress broken so much that your brain is fried too?" Jeanne d'Arc looked at the man in disbelief.

The bearded man gesticulated wildly, trying to explain: "I'm telling you! The one who kicked you was the bad me, and the one standing here is the good me. Ah... saying I'm good myself, what kind of embarrassing play is this! I feel so awkward!"

"Do you really expect anyone to believe what you're saying? Burn to a crisp!" Jeanne d'Arc raised her flag.

"Wait! Master, can't you say something on my behalf!" the man appealed to his Master for help.

"Yes, he's a good person," Gudako nodded and said to Jeanne d'Arc.

Jeanne d'Arc looked at Gudako in surprise and asked, "Um... little sister from Chaldea, are you alright in the head? Did you catch something from him? Should you go see a doctor?"

"Jeanne, as unbelievable as it sounds, the Shinjuku Archer here and the one on the enemy side are indeed two different people," Shirou explained.

"I-is that so?" Jeanne d'Arc frowned, observing the expressions of those around her, still unable to believe it and worried she might be being ganged up on.

"Believe him," Gudako said.

"Sorry, that's impossible," Jeanne d'Arc waved her hand and refused without a second thought.

"Why is that!" The bearded man's eyes welled up with tears, and he collapsed to the ground once more.

"While he is indeed suspicious in many ways, this Shinjuku Archer's Spiritron Dress is damaged, and he's forgotten his True Name. He doesn't have the strength to injure you, Jeanne. Moreover, he did risk his life to save Gudako before, so let's believe him for now," Shirou said.

Jeanne d'Arc considered for a moment: "Hmm... as for the other side, since Shirou and Gudako say so, hmph! While I can't trust you, I'll permit you to stay with us for now!"

Artoria said, "What are you deciding on your own? You haven't even been permitted to come along yet."

Jeanne d'Arc replied, "If this suspicious Archer can travel with us, there's no reason I can't! Besides, Shirou already invited me!"

"Alright, let's head back to the base for now. We made quite a commotion earlier, and I'm sure plenty of troublesome things have heard the noise and are heading this way," Shirou said.

"Wait! Shirou, are you really going to bring this guy back to the base? Think about it carefully. Once this Assault Woman latches onto you, you'll never shake her off. Listen to her clamoring; her armor and chains clank with every step, it's incredibly annoying," Artoria Alter warned.

"Aren't you, the black one, also... Hmm? What's with your outfit?" Jeanne d'Arc Alter then noticed with surprise Saber's current attire: a black trench coat paired with shorts, and an X-shaped silver ornament around her neck.

Jeanne said awkwardly, "It's quite fitting for you. I'm not interested, but tell me why you're dressed like this? Though I'm completely uninterested."

"Hmph, stupid girl. Unlike you, a new Heroic Spirit, I'm a veteran. This is Shinjuku! As a summoned Servant, it's only natural to wear the most suitable attire according to the customs of this world!" Artoria Alter said with a hint of pride.

"Hmph... mmm, hmph... mmm, ah! I sense something is wrong over there! I'll go scout it out," Jeanne Alter said, prolonging her words as her eyes scanned the surrounding abandoned buildings, finally settling on a dilapidated shop.

"Shirou! You wait here. If you dare leave me, I'll burn you!" Jeanne said, running directly into the clothing store.

"That reason is so far-fetched, it's actually impossible to find a reason to stop her," Artoria remarked.

Shirou said helplessly, "Let's wait for her."

"Waiting for her is no problem, but trouble has already arrived," the bearded man warned.

Engine sounds echoed from ahead as a group of motorcyclists charged towards them.

In Chaldea, Mash's voice came through the scanner, "Senpai, please be careful. There are three powerful magical energy reactions mixed in with the convoy ahead."

At that moment, several arrows flew out, embedding themselves in the road several meters in front of the charging motorcycle gang.

"Yahaha, where are you aiming!" the leader of the biker gang jeered loudly, twisting the throttle and accelerating, preparing to charge through.

Just then, the arrows that had landed suddenly exploded.

The immense power flipped the motorcycles in front, causing them to collide with those behind.

A tragic car crash scene unfolded, with over a dozen motorcycles tangled together irregularly, crushing the biker mages who hadn't reacted yet. The three demonic beasts, chained together in the rear, were domesticated Chimeras that simply lay on the ground, too lazy to move without anyone holding them.

"Well, that should keep things quiet for now," Shirou said softly, sheathing his bow.

As soon as he spoke, a beastly roar sounded, followed by the ground shaking as something enormous charged towards them.

"Something even more troublesome has appeared!!!" the bearded man exclaimed.

"Was this monster drawn by the previous flames and explosions?" Artoria frowned.

A black headless knight, riding a giant wolf, charged towards them at a speed that seemed to break the sound barrier.

Before the three Chimeras could even react, they were bitten and crushed by the giant wolf, one by one.

"Waaaaah!!" The bikers, still trying to crawl out from under their motorcycles, were swatted down by giant claws.

Ignoring the motorcycles that were starting to leak fuel due to the destruction, BOOM! A deafening sound. The pile of motorcycles a hundred meters away exploded one after another.

Blue and red flames erupted several meters high in the blast wave. The giant wolf stood beside the soaring flames, completely unharmed, like a demon god from legend, bathing in divine blood and devouring flesh, letting out a piercing howl.

"AOOOOOOOOH!!!"

"This monster... it's too unfair."

The gust of hot wind, carrying the stench of gasoline and burnt carbonized flesh, blew towards Gudako and the boy.

Shirou quickly raised his hand, pulling Gudako into his embrace and covering her head with his windbreaker. He could feel the light sting of dust hitting his skin and the scorching heat of the wind.

Chapter 86: The Holy Lance, Gureishirou

"Shirou, Gudako, listen! Don't turn around. Slowly retreat backwards, try to create distance, and then find an opportunity to escape. Understood?" Artoria donned her armor, warily raising her Holy Sword and blocking the path of the boy and girl.

"No, this is already our maximum strength. And without your motorcycle, it'll be difficult to escape with Gudako. We have to fight," Shirou said.

"I agree, Uncle. Now is the best time to take down this headless knight."

"Then there's no other way. Gudako, I'll be counting on your support later," Shirou said.

"Got it! I'll handle the support, Shirou-senpai!" Gudako replied.

"Artoria, I want to fight alongside you this time. Is that okay?" Shirou asked, walking up to the blonde girl's side.

"Hmph! If you have any trump cards, Shirou, use them! But if you're just going to be a burden, then run!" Artoria said, looking straight ahead.

"Don't worry. I can't say I'm incredibly strong, but I'm good at struggling to the death," Shirou said, placing his hand on his abdomen and activating the pseudo-Spiritron Dress of the Holy Grail hidden within him.

At that moment, the blue and gold sheath within his body seemed to awaken. Thump, thump. Something flowed through his veins, his pulse becoming irregular. The pseudo-Spiritron Dress connected with the sheath, and under the observation of the Mystic Eyes that could communicate with parallel timelines without restriction, a possibility was found.

A black and white hooded cloak covered the upper half of the boy's face, revealing golden hair beneath.

He stood there, holding a weapon, a scythe in his hand. This was a Holy Lance that should never have appeared here, seemingly acknowledging the boy under the influence of the sheath.

In this world, the sheath changed the boy's attributes, not his body. The boy began to assimilate into a certain individual.

His hair and eyes turned golden, his appearance and physique underwent certain transformations, and his physical growth was fixed at under twenty years old.

A tall, black-haired great mage, smoking a cigar, looked at the boy he had brought back to the Clock Tower. He said with disgust, "When you stand there, you look just like that Prince Charming, the King, resurrected. It's sickening."

"Teacher, don't worry. Even if the sheath and the Holy Lance changed my appearance, I am still me. Shirou Emiya cannot become King Arthur," the golden-haired boy turned his head, revealing a smile that could be called the ideal Prince Charming, and said to the tall man.

The person the boy called teacher was Lord El-Melloi II, who was frowning at the golden-haired boy.

When he was still known as 'Waver Velvet,' he had dealt with the adopted son of an old acquaintance in Fuyuki. He was Japanese, yet he had become like this, his growth also stopping around the age of twenty.

On one hand, he needed to utilize the boy's abilities. On the other hand, he felt some pity for the boy, being alone in a foreign land. Having no other choice, he took him in and made him his inner disciple.

His current form was not that of a mage, but rather an expert in fighting spiritual bodies. He was the 'Gravedigger' of the current generation's Royal Mausoleum. Now, as a member of the El-Melloi classroom, he served Lord El-Melloi II, his duties including taking care of his daily life and acting as his bodyguard.

In the Fourth Holy Grail War of Fuyuki in this world, Kiritsugu Emiya summoned Arthur Pendragon, a magnificent golden-haired man, and obtained the Holy Grail. In the end, he ordered King Arthur to destroy the Holy Grail. Under the interference of the King of Heroes, the black mud from the Holy Grail overflowed, causing a great fire.

A dying boy was found in the ruins by Kiritsugu Emiya, who sought redemption. To save this young life, Kiritsugu implanted the sheath of King Arthur, whose connection had not yet completely severed, into the boy's body...

After his adoptive father's death, Shirou Emiya, knowing almost nothing, received help from yakuza forces and came to Britain alone. By chance, he blundered into a remote village in Wales.

In this village lived a clan that had been planning a ritual to resurrect King Arthur Pendragon for a thousand years.

This ritual required the unification of King Arthur's body, mind, and soul. They were creating descendants with King Arthur's genetic makeup, aiming to produce a body identical to the King's.

For a thousand years, this goal had failed. However, one day, a person with this potential unexpectedly entered the village from a foreign land.

The 'Holy Lance' reacted to this young man. When he touched King Arthur's Holy Lance (Rhongomyniad), the lance acknowledged him. Thus, the young man was taken in by the clan of the village and received appropriate training.

Gradually, his appearance began to resemble Arthur Pendragon more and more. The young man was treated as the 'King's body' in the village, receiving respect and adoration from everyone.

Later, the young man was chosen as the guardian of the King Arthur (Blackmore Mausoleum) for this generation, until he met Lord El-Melloi II.

In reality, he was just a young man who still dreamed of becoming a justice-seeking hero who could save the world, with a touch of nihilism.

Pseudo-Spiritron Dress Summoning Complete.

Conversion of physical body to highest compatibility.

Lancer Shirou has appeared.

A handsome young man, clad in a black and white cloak and carrying a cage-like box in his right hand, appeared here after the fluorescent light faded.

The young man removed his black and white hat, revealing golden bangs. His features had changed slightly, and his once-handsome face now bore some of the refined traits of Europeans. His eyes had also turned a golden-green, captivating eyes that would completely enthrall any woman who met their gaze.

Before the young man could speak, the box in his right hand spoke first.

"Ugh, fighting over there and then being summoned to some random other world to fight? I've had enough!"

"Hey, hey, Shirou, let's find a place to hide."

"Don't be noisy, Ade," Shirou said to the talking Mystic Code, which was fixed in the miniature birdcage-like box he held. It had been summoned along with him.

The box looked behind the young man and commented on everyone present.