Please Play FGO With Me

"Waaah!" Gudako felt her body lighten, followed by a sense of weightlessness, like falling on a roller coaster.

The young man jumped out of the building with Gudako in his arms. Seconds later, the building collapsed with a roar.

When the young man and woman landed, only a few Servants and a stumbling passerby had managed to escape.

The spear body let out a sound, and a magic bullet pierced the passerby's body, delivering a fatal blow.

"Both Holmes and I often use disguises for our work, so I can tell if someone is genuinely gravely injured and dying just by looking at them for ten seconds."

The passerby clutched his wound and reverted to his original form. It was Yan Qing, wounded. His Spirit Core had been destroyed, and there was no hope for him.

"Ah... is it over... I am a steadfast hero of Liangshan Marsh! I wouldn't bat an eye dying here, ah, no... I lost all my backbone long ago. Ever since the Phantom Spirit of the Doppelganger merged with me, when I transform into someone else, their memories flood in too.

Memories of worthless thugs, of nouveau riche, of those I killed while they desperately fought back. My mind is so jumbled, I can't tell which memories are mine and which belong to others."

This carefree rogue had long been lost, which was why he was summoned to this world. In the moment before disappearing, Yan Qing suddenly recalled some things from his life, regrets...

He should have stopped his master. He should have stopped him, even if it meant killing him. His master had been deceived by the great leader, who was obsessed with becoming an official. Otherwise, as Yue Fei's fellow disciple, holding the second seat at Liangshan, conquering Fang La, repelling the Liao State, he was a hero of his generation, with the greatest military achievements.

Who could have imagined that his life would end so ignominiously, poisoned, unable to ride, and then falling into the water while drunk on a boat?

They say a vassal dies if his lord is disgraced, yet he chose to leave his master, taking his gold and jewels, and departed alone.

"It seems my retribution has long since befallen me. My pride as a hero, my dignity... when did I lose them, and where did they disappear to?"

Yan Qing smiled sadly and vanished into a glow of light.

The 108 Heroes of Liangshan Marsh, reincarnations of legendary Demon Stars, included heroes with chivalrous hearts who fought for their country and people, as well as monstrous cannibals and cunning villains. When faced with national crisis, they accepted the imperial amnesty. They gathered their strength, shed blood, and sacrificed themselves to quell Fang La's rebellion and conquer the Liao State. They achieved great merits, yet few met a good end afterward.

"..." Shirou murmured. He had met many heroic figures by now. As Heroic Spirits, they were incredibly powerful, but how many of them had not met a tragic end in their lives? Heroes were often tragic figures, embodiments of ideals, whose outcomes were so regrettable that they were still remembered by people thousands of years later.

Like the King of Knights, who poured all her efforts into the happiness of her people, only to watch in despair as the kingdom she had spent ten years building was destroyed in the Battle of Camlann, leaving her to stand alone, weeping with her sword.

Like Cú Chulainn, who was targeted by his enemies and tricked into fulfilling a vow, leading to his death.

Like Heracles, who could not bear the torment of poisoned blood and burned himself to death.

"Backbone, pride... If a person lacks these things, can they still live properly?" Moriarty muttered to himself.

"Hmph, I'm an imitation. Don't ask me about living. As for backbone, I think you should feed it to Ca-vall II!" Jeanne d'Arc scoffed.

"Heh, those are the words of a shameless giant panda," Artoria said with a cold laugh.

"Shameless or sorry... Hmm? Panda?" Jeanne d'Arc was about to retort when she paused, confused.

"Yes, black and white..." Holmes said.

"And they sway around holding bamboo..." Gudako nodded.

"Pandas are super cute and super popular! Their ability to make money and attract fans is top-notch in the industry," Shirou said.

"That's a flag!! I'll burn you all!" Jeanne d'Arc shouted back.

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Chapter 101: The Final Battle Begins

In this desolate and abandoned Shinjuku, only one newly constructed building stood, a tower located in the northern central area. This was the spear body that the evil Moriarty would use to destroy this world. He intended to draw down an extraterrestrial meteor into the spear body, which would then strike the core of the Earth, aiming to destroy the world.

The young man and woman were not yet aware of the conspiracy and schemes behind this.

After their arduous battle with the Assassin Yan Qing, Shirou and the girls decided to return to their base to rest.

"Tomorrow is the final battle," Holmes said.

"Let's take him down in one go!" the Bearded Uncle exclaimed.

"For now, please let the seniors rest today, and we'll give it our all tomorrow!" Mash of Chaldea suggested.

"Indeed. Then, Holmes, how about accompanying me for a drink?" the Uncle invited.

"If there is some fine wine..." Holmes said with a light smile.

The two of them headed out.

"Here, I've prepared the bed for you. Go get a good night's sleep," Shirou said to Gudako.

"Yes... Haaah." Gudako yawned and obediently climbed into bed. After a day of tense battles, she was indeed very tired.

Artoria, meanwhile, was squatting nearby, stroking Ca-vall II and grooming his fur.

Seeing this, Shirou walked over and crouched beside the blonde girl.

"Tomorrow is the grand battle. Tonight, as a special treat, I'll give you a big bowl of food," Artoria said.

"Woof." The white dog understood the girl's words and happily nuzzled against Artoria, then licked Shirou's hand.

Jeanne d'Arc watched and said, "Hmph, why not just let this dog fend for itself? No one will be taking care of it later anyway."

"Jeanne, why don't you come over and pet him too? He's fluffy and very friendly," Shirou said with a smile.

"Eh?" Jeanne hesitated at the young man's words and reached out her hand.

"Woof." Ca-vall II looked at the girl with his big, watery black eyes, as if inviting her.

"...What nonsense. I'm going to sleep too!" The silver-haired girl retracted her hand, which had almost involuntarily reached out, and turned away, leaving.

"Hmph, what a foolish girl who doesn't appreciate things. This is a direct descendant of Cavall, the hunting hound who earned military merits and was granted a noble title by me! I wouldn't even mind acknowledging its right to inherit the title right now," Artoria said.

"Eh? Is that so? I see," Shirou said, scratching the big white dog's chin with a smile. Although it was hard to connect a Siberian sled dog like a Samoyed with the hunting hounds of ancient Britain used for boar hunts, he decided to take the girl's word for it.

After all, if Fuf is the white cat in the legend of King Arthur, then the dogs in it probably aren't ordinary either.

"That's right, so... if you don't perform well, Shirou, your status will be below Second Generation's," Artoria said with a light laugh.

"Then I'll have to work hard. But Your Majesty, if I achieve great deeds, what official position will you bestow upon me?" Shirou asked casually, stroking the white dog.

Artoria's face turned slightly red, and she whispered, "Well... first, you'll join the Knights of the Round Table, as a personal attendant... something like that."

Unfortunately, Shirou didn't hear her. He was busy petting the white dog and praising it. "You're amazing, Cavall II. You're an English noble now."

"Woof..." The white dog squinted comfortably, sticking out its tongue affectionately at Shirou.

"...That's enough!! I'm going upstairs to walk around. You're not allowed to follow me!" Artoria frowned and stomped upstairs in a huff.

"Eh? Is she a little angry?"

"Woof?"

Shirou and the white dog looked at the departing girl with confusion.

The blonde girl walked out of the basement. Outside, it was still dark. Ever since things had changed, the sun hadn't been seen in this place.

However, it was indeed time for humans to rest. The city had fallen silent. The lights in the high-rises of the wealthy district had been extinguished, and the delinquent street racers had all gone home to rest.

Gazing at the lights outside the Spear Body tower, this absurd, cruel, and sinful district would soon meet its end. As an outsider to this place, she would also return to where she belonged.

A cold wind blew, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of loneliness and desolation.

The blonde girl suddenly spoke.

"Da Vinci, are you there?"

"Yes, yes, I'm always here," a holographic screen appeared, and the black-haired woman said with a smile.

"I have something I want to ask you," Artoria said seriously, looking at Da Vinci.

The next morning, Gudako smelled the aroma of food and climbed out of her bed. She squinted as she pulled on her stockings and changed her clothes.

"Good morning, Gudako-senpai," Mash greeted her with a smile at Chaldea.

"Good morning, Mash."

"Please wash up. Shirou-senpai is waiting for you with breakfast," Mash said.

"Okay..." Gudako agreed, rubbing her eyes as she walked upstairs from the basement.

At this moment, Shirou had temporarily returned to his normal state and was busy in the kitchen. A pot of steaming meat porridge was simmering.

On the table closest to the kitchen, the silver-haired girl and the blonde girl were arguing fiercely.

"So, is your tongue broken? As expected, British people don't know how to appreciate good food," Jeanne d'Arc said mockingly, looking at the blonde girl.

"A hamburger is enough for breakfast. Do you want to eat snails? Eating bugs, you surprise attacker, that really suits you," Artoria retorted with a cold laugh.

"Canned meat and mushroom porridge, there's plenty more. Would you like another bowl?" Shirou asked, walking over.

"Shirou! I want more!" Jeanne d'Arc handed her bowl over.

"Alright," Shirou took the bowl from the silver-haired girl and scooped a full bowl for her, smiling with a hint of regret.

"I'm really glad you like it. If there were more ingredients here, I could have made a proper meal for you all.

"This is already very delicious. Although I'm a Servant, it doesn't matter if I eat or not. But if you really want to make something delicious for me to taste, then I don't mind trying it," Jeanne d'Arc said awkwardly.

"I know. If there's a chance, I'll definitely invite you to eat," Shirou promised with a light smile.

"I'll remember your words. If you dare to lie to me, I'll burn you down!" Jeanne d'Arc said seriously to the young man.

"..." Artoria, watching this scene, frowned unhappily.

Chapter 102: Phantom Demon Alliance

"Hmm..." Artoria looked at the young man and then said, "Shirou, I'll have a bowl too."

Shirou agreed and went into the kitchen to serve the girl a bowl, handing it to her with both hands.

"Here you go. It's hot, be careful."

"Mhm." The blonde girl reached out and took the steaming porridge from the young man's hands. When her hand touched his, which was slightly warmer than usual from cooking, she inexplicably felt a familiar warmth, a feeling of being at home.

The girl looked up at the young man, a different light appearing in her eyes.

Shirou looked at her gaze and felt something. In that instant, he remembered doing something similar a long, long time ago.

Except back then, it was on a small wooden table on the tatami, and now it was at the counter of a hamburger shop.

It was at the table in the living room of this Japanese-style house, connected to the kitchen. Every mealtime, he would serve the blonde girl a heaping plate of rice and hand it to her.

Did the girl have memories from that time? Shirou thought, then lightly shook his head, dismissing the idea.

After all, they weren't even in the same world. Was the Saber he knew in his past life truly the girl before him now?

"Good morning, Shirou-senpai, everyone! What a delicious smell!" Gudako said as she walked up.

"Ah... good morning. Sit down first, I'll bring it over to you," Shirou replied.

"You got it! Shirou Mom is the best!" Gudako chirped, finding a comfortable spot and sitting down.

"Why do I have to have a daughter like you?" Shirou said, tapping Gudako's head with annoyance.

"Oh my, young man, you are quite the fellow. Could you get one for this old man too?" Moriarty said as he walked over.

"Sure, would you like some too?" Shirou agreed, then looked at the man puffing on a pipe beside him.

"Mushroom porridge with an East Asian flavor, huh? I'll have a serving of that as well, thank you, Shirou," Holmes said.

Moriarty drank his hot porridge and sighed, "Ah, at my age of 50, a hot meal like this in the morning is truly a lifesaver. But why am I an old man, while Holmes appears in his youth! Is this the difference between a protagonist and a supporting character? It's simply unfair!"

"Moriarty, you've been quite active along the way too," Gudako said by way of comfort.

"Master, you truly are my soulmate!" Moriarty said, touched.

"Even though you helped us with many things, you still seem more like a villainous bad guy," Gudako said with a smile.

"Waaah... my old heart aches," Moriarty slumped onto the table.

"Gudako, that was a critical hit," Holmes said with a laugh.

The others chuckled lightly.

After breakfast, everyone, feeling invigorated, set off directly towards the tower to the north.

This time, the team included top Servants Artoria and Jeanne d'Arc, along with Holmes and Moriarty. With Shirou, who had a Spiritron Dress made from a Holy Grail, they wouldn't lose to any other Servants. Their team was now undoubtedly the strongest force in all of Shinjuku.

Since there were no more Servants acting as leaders, the monsters and mercenaries like the Wasp that tried to stop Shirou and the others along the way, while quite formidable, were easily dealt with by the combined efforts of the five Servants.

Seeing this, the delinquent biker gangs who bullied the weak simply took detours and didn't bother them at all.