Simps Are Destined to Have Nothing

Tohsaka Tokiomi had not appeared, so Duke assumed Archer had taken him out. If he was not dead... then Duke could only apologize to Matou Kariya. A simp's miserable nature doomed him to end up with nothing.

"Oh, right..."

Duke had just started to speak when a hail of bullets from directly ahead cut him off.

It was Kiritsugu Emiya. A submachine gun with a caliber under 9mm; its power was not great, but it was extremely suited for close-range combat in open spaces.

Bang! Bang! Bang—

Duke took several bullets. They struck his body with a sound like popping beans, scattering and falling around him. Only after Kiritsugu Emiya stopped firing did he spread his hands helplessly and continue, "The Servants over there will need a little while longer to finish their battle. I might as well use you two to pass the time."

Clang!

With a clear ring from the blade, Kirei Kotomine threw two Black Keys at Duke. These weapons looked like longswords meant for close combat, but they were actually specialized throwing weapons. Their blades were woven from magical energy, so one only needed to carry the hilts. If someone was bold enough, they could stuff hundreds of them into their clothes.

Duke brought two fingers together and caught the two rapidly flying Black Keys between them. He tossed them upward, caught the hilts as they fell, and held the two Black Keys between his fingers.

"If that's the extent of your attacks, then this isn't passing the time. It's wasting it." Duke swept his gaze over them, unleashing a savage pressure. The meaning in his eyes was obvious.

Can't you come up with something more decent?

Kirei Kotomine bore the brunt of the pressure and was forced back. Close-quarters combat was his specialty, but not