For Shirou, the reason to fight had never been himself.
He had never agonized or suffered because of his own heart either—that alone made him completely different from you!
"Kirei Kotomine... all you ever think about is yourself. How could you possibly be the same kind of person as Shirou?"
Just as Irisviel had said, Kirei Kotomine had always considered only his own affairs.
Who am I? What do I exist for? How can I stop being lost?
Kirei Kotomine thought about these things every day.
The only person Kirei Kotomine truly loved was himself.
The young priest in black clerical robes frowned. "Are you saying that Shirou Amamiya is a true saint?"
"I don't know either."
Irisviel spoke with an utterly certain expression. "Although I don't know... I can say for sure that Shirou and you are absolutely not the same kind of person!"
"At the very least—he would never sell his soul to a demon!"
"..."
The hesitation vanished from Kirei Kotomine's expression.
As expected... these two women didn't understand the real Shirou Amamiya either.
Asking any more questions would be a pointless waste of time... Kill her.
If he brought her corpse before Shirou, perhaps he could find the answer from the boy's reaction.
Kirei Kotomine swept his arm outward, and the mana of the Shadow Servant army suddenly swelled.
"Ugh...!"
Irisviel was sent flying by a Shadow Servant and crashed to the ground with a cry of pain.
Had these shadows not been using their full strength until now?
Hundred-Faced Hassan hurriedly moved in front of the Silver-haired homunculus, but even more Shadow Servants launched attacks at her.
At the same time, Kirei Kotomine walked toward them.
Irisviel thought this was an opportunity. As long as she defeated Kirei Kotomine, the Shadow Servants might stop moving.