Metatron did not become angry at Shirou's provocation. She merely twitched an eyebrow.
"I would very much like to bring salvation to the earth now... but we still have to follow the basic procedure."
Shirou frowned. "What are you planning?"
"Just... give you a little time."
Though the archangel's tone was utterly flat, it carried absolute confidence and composure.
"As everyone knows, the Lord took seven days to create the world—
Since that is the case, I will give you seven days as well.
You may use this final week before the world's end however you wish. I will not interfere.
Whether you repent or indulge yourselves, whether you give up in despair or prepare to resist, I will turn a blind eye.
Accept it with gratitude—this is the Lord's final mercy."
"Could it be that after boasting so proudly just now, you actually can't wipe out all of humanity?"
Shirou provoked her again.
But this was not entirely provocation.
Shirou felt that there had to be some unspeakable reason why Metatron was giving them seven days.
"Think whatever you like, Holy Sword Wielder."
The archangel's eyebrow twitched again. "If you refuse to accept it, you may challenge me at any time—
I will send you back to where you came from at any time."
Send me back to my original world? There was such a good thing?
If it had been a day ago, Shirou would probably have thought so with delight.
But now—
Shirou glanced at Sajyou Manaka, whose eyes were closed in his arms.
The world can wait. I can't abandon this child.
"...Saber, what should we do?"
Atalanta asked tensely.
She believed that whether they intended to oppose the angels or do anything else, starting a battle now was unwise. Saber did not even have a