In this world overflowing with material desires, only brothers on the road to the underworld could warm the human heart a little.
"Mr. Shirou, Fuyuki may be big, but there's no place left for us here." Roman sighed sadly.
"Don't you have Clairvoyance? Why didn't you foresee getting hacked with a hatchet and avoid it in advance?" Shirou raised a brow. "Well, for me, getting hacked is practically inevitable. There's Sakura, Illya, Rin, and Saber—ah, they're all reserve members of the hatchet squad. But you're different. You only have two, and I don't even know whether Da Vinci counts as male or female..."
"My Clairvoyance..." Roman hesitantly looked at Shirou. "Being around you has blinded my Clairvoyance."
"Me?"
"That's right. Didn't Gilgamesh say the same? Whenever she looked at you, she always felt like her Clairvoyance had gone blind. I don't know how it works, but I'm certain someone may be helping you from the shadows." Roman speculated, "My Clairvoyance was granted to me by the Lord. To conceal someone from it, even if they aren't stronger than me, they must at least be an existence of roughly equal standing."
Shirou thought about it. What kind of bored person would give him an ability like that? And it seemed this ability was even enough to shield him from the Black Mud's harm?
But this wasn't the time to discuss that.
The two of them were still in mortal danger. The hatchets would soon be at their throats.
"But, Mr. Shirou, I think your situation is still different from mine. If you choose Miss Sakura, wouldn't every problem be easily resolved?"
Shirou shook his head. Things were nothing like Roman imagined.
Roman simply lacked experience in this area. Though he had once been the king of Israel and possessed endless wisdom,