Eriri looked at Youth in confusion and explained, "What? This is just an FGO yuri doujinshi I drew. Give it back."
"Confiscated!" Shirou snatched the book away.
"Huh? Wait, I only kept this one as a memento. All the others were bestsellers and sold out." Eriri explained reluctantly.
"They already sold that many..." Shirou covered his face in anguish, stuffed the book into his bag, turned around, and rushed out the door.
"Hey, hey! Shirou! Come back! I'll trade you for other books!" Eriri shouted. No matter how desperate he was, he couldn't just steal someone's doujinshi.
"No negotiations! See you!" Shirou strode outside and left Eriri's house.
Eriri sat there teary-eyed, blankly staring in the direction Youth had left, utterly unable to make sense of it.
We were talking just fine a moment ago. Why did it turn out like this?
At that moment, Shirou felt like his head was about to explode.
Why did Eriri have to draw Afu, Saber, of all people? The two protagonists in that doujinshi might both descend into this world soon!
"Shirou, look forward to seeing me again." The blonde girl smiled coolly.
"Shirou, just you wait!" The silver-haired girl glared at him and shouted as though swearing an oath.
He should have realized it sooner. He should have warned Da Vinci and the others long ago. This world—this Chiba—not only produced little-sister obsessives, but also hentai! And talented ones at that.
If those two in their Alter states saw this, they would definitely hunt down and kill the artist...
Was this about to turn into a murder case? No, this was already a major crisis over whether Chiba would be flattened by Beam Cannons and burned to ashes by flames.
With the Holy Grail supplying her mana, Artoria was practically a mobile