After cutting down that blind bug head-on, Shirou noticed a girl who looked four or five years older than him lying at Tiamat's feet.
However, the girl's head had suffered a blow from some blunt weapon. From the perspective of modern medicine, she was practically waiting to be buried.
Then, a young man in white, who looked to be somewhere between Shirou's age and that girl's, ran over from a distant slope. Completely ignoring Shirou and Tiamat, he hugged the girl and began to cry. "Sis, sis, how are you? Sis, it's me! I'm Ken!"
For some reason, Shirou felt that this kid might be missing a screw. Otherwise, how could he so spectacularly ignore a person and a god standing right there?
"...Seriously, why did I have to run into something like this?" Shirou sighed. He simply could not bring himself to be cold-hearted in situations like this.
"Kid, if you keep crying like that, your sister is definitely done for. Let me give you a hand," Shirou said, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder.
The boy's eyes immediately widened, his expression practically saying, "Whoa, there was another person here?"
His daze only lasted an instant before he realized that saving his sister was more important.
"Quick, save my sister!"
An injury that would leave an ordinary person waiting for death was no more serious than child's play to Shirou. The girl soon woke up, and the first thing she saw was her younger brother.
"Ken? I..."
"Sis, you're awake! It was this... uh, what was your name again?"
"Pfft. You asked someone for help without even knowing who they were? You're pretty interesting," Shirou said, amused by the boy named Ken. But soon, he began to feel that something was off.
He looked around and discovered that