A dragon born alongside the stars had lived through 4.6 billion years, which meant it possessed a mystery and weight befitting the number 4.6 billion.
There was no attack capable of piercing Albion.
How could the spark of a mere diminutive primate be compared with the radiance born from the stars?
The heat dissipated.
The result—
The Magic Cannon had not even managed to pierce a single dragon scale before turning into an afterimage and vanishing into the horizon.
"Phew..."
Shirou let out a long breath.
When he came to his senses, he found Atram already sitting on the ground, supporting himself with both hands and staring at him in terror.
Damn it! I protected this guy too without realizing it.
Come to think of it, that attack was meant to kill him too, wasn't it?
That was definitely the plan, right?
"All right, next..."
Shirou turned to the side and looked at the instigator who had launched the attack from the shadows.
"Wow, that was truly an eye-opener... You really are incredibly strong."
There stood a dignified beauty whose long hair nearly brushed her feet—
MissBlue, one of the Primary Colors and the newest True Magic User, stood at the pinnacle of the modern magecraft world.
Aoko Aozaki smiled at the boy.
"Sorry. Your face is totally my type, but I've already taken his money, so I'm going to have to deal with you here."
Shirou: "..."
Shirou had already been prepared when he sensed that familiar magical presence—
But he never expected it to actually be you.
What the hell are you doing? Shirou muttered under his breath.
Seeing his lover suddenly appear on the opposite side and desperately pretend not to know him was more than a little difficult to endure.
"Future Aoko"...
*Hmm, doesn't look like