Saber had no time to worry about anything else. She hugged the boy in her arms tightly. "Shirou! Are you all right, Shirou? Pull yourself together!"
Irisviel hurried over and cast a healing spell. Emerald healing magic streamed from her fingertips.
"Ugh... Saber..."
Shirou seemed to have something to say.
"I'm here, Shirou! I'm right here!"
Saber gripped Shirou's hand tightly, only to hear him say in pain:
"Your breastplate is pressing against my head. It hurts..."
"Ah... I'm sorry..."
Artoria quickly dispelled the armor woven from magical energy. With her petite, soft breasts, she carefully lifted the boy's face.
"..."
Only then did Shirou finally reveal a peaceful expression.
And so it went.
After his battle with the King of Heroes, Shirou Amamiya was utterly exhausted and fainted—
He was faking it.
As Shirou buried his face in the wonderful Elysium and savored the post-battle benefits, he thought to himself.
...I'll leave the rest to you, big sister Assassin.
Meanwhile, in Miyama Town.
Only a few seconds had passed since Gilgamesh concealed his presence, yet the sight of Shirou collapsing weakly had already reached Tokiomi Tohsaka's eyes.
What... how could this be?!
Had he been forcing himself to keep going all along?
Was he already completely incapable of fighting by then?
If Archer had stayed for even one more second, he could have killed Shirou Amamiya with ease?
"..."
Tokiomi Tohsaka began questioning his life choices once again.
Then what I just did—spending a Command Spell and angering the King of Heroes to recall Archer—wasn't that just shooting myself in the foot?
No, wait... tonight has only just begun.
Shirou Amamiya had completely lost his ability to fight.
Saber had also expended a great deal of magical energy in her battle with Archer.
Now was the perfect