Nine Lives

Emiya Shirou was shoved to the forefront with a baffled look on his face. Lancelot was brimming with killing intent, clearly here to chop someone down, yet Shirou had been pushed out to take the hit by his own side... No, by himself.

Could this be any more of a setup?!

It was not just Emiya Shirou. Saber and Tohsaka Rin were both dumbfounded. Red Archer had sold himself out without so much as changing expression, once again shattering their worldview. So a person really could be this shameless!

Lancelot gave Red Archer a cold glance, then focused on Emiya Shirou and repeated his earlier question. "Redhead, are you Emiya Shirou?"

"..."

Red Archer solemnly added from the side, "That's right, he's Emiya Shirou. Whatever grudge or score you have to settle, he's the one you want."

Emiya Shirou felt as though ten thousand alpacas had trampled back and forth across his heart. Even an honest man could not help cursing internally. The way Red Archer said it made it sound as though he himself did not share that name.

The boy of justice had not yet been worn smooth by society. In the end, he could not be as shameless as Red Archer or bring himself to report himself, so he reluctantly admitted it.

Facing the killing intent radiating from Lancelot, Emiya Shirou's scalp tingled, but he still insisted, "That's right, I'm Emiya Shirou!"

Lancelot nodded faintly. The boy's strength was somewhat lacking, but the upright righteousness surrounding him could not be faked. Especially those eyes full of conviction and the aura radiating from within—Lancelot could not help but regard him differently. The boy possessed the spirit of a knight willing to sacrifice himself; he had lived a life without shame!

I see... No wonder the king would... Lancelot's