"Artoria? She went to work at a bar."
Author's Note:
Time to recommend a book.
The title is Illyasviel is the Best, which is also my pen name! (Proud)
The synopsis is as follows:
I will be nailed inside a coffin.
Even after death, I will use these decayed vocal cords to shout from within the grave:
Illya really is the best!
Target: Fuyuki Bar!
A job? Artoria?
Read separately, Shirou completely understood what those two words meant. But put together, he had no idea what they meant.
Artoria, who spent every day at the Shirou residence and was no different from a shut-in except that she did not play games, was actually going to get a job? Had the sun risen in the south? Had the Earth's axis changed?
As everyone knew, after Heroic Spirits came into this world, especially after receiving physical bodies, they would all find something to do. Lancer went fishing. Medusa got a job. Caster fell in love. Berserker protected Illya, and Assassin guarded Yamato. Only Artoria was special. Because the only thing she found for herself to do was eat.
"Impossible, right?"
Shirou still did not believe it and demanded, "If she got a job, what was her purpose? Did she need money?"
"Return the things from my treasury first, and then I'll tell you the rest. How about it?" Gilgamesh proposed a deal to Shirou.
"That's not impossible." Shirou handed the Noble Phantasms to Gilles de Rais one by one, leaving behind several valuable minerals. "Could you leave me a little? My cash flow has really been tight lately."
Gilgamesh immediately showed an expression that said he understood. "Then take these for now. I have plenty of treasure anyway. For someone whose savings got eaten away, making money like this can't have been