That fake priest looked quite proper, but who would have thought he was such a pervert.
"Just some precious magecraft materials. Hmm? Don't like them?"
Shirou, stuffed to the brim, walked down the street with Sakura supporting him.
In winter, even on days when snowflakes danced through the air, Shirou no longer felt cold!
Because there was Mapo Tofu!
The snowflakes landing on Shirou's hood melted into water within seconds, then even evaporated. Mapo Tofu's combat power had already broken through the heavens.
"Today, I'm ending the Holy Grail War!"
"Senpai, are you okay? Can eating Mapo Tofu get you drunk too?" Sakura supported Shirou worriedly, but she suddenly sensed danger and looked ahead.
Clad in tattered blue tights, this man was Lancer!
"Hey, kid up ahead, did you get drunk? You look utterly pathetic." Lancer pointed his red spearhead at Shirou and mocked him.
"Lancer? So you finally escaped Berserker's blockade?" Shirou raised his head and examined the Blue Lancer, whose tights were already in tatters. "I thought you'd obediently become Berserker's Noble Phantasm."
"What was your True Name again?" Shirou muttered, his mind still not entirely clear.
"The spinning, charging Blue Lancer!" Sakura added.
"Mm, Blue Lancer, what does a Noble Phantasm like you want to say to me?"
"Tch... I came to find you and seek your help. Or rather, an alliance." Lancer gritted his teeth. "Let's take down Berserker together!"
"The end is near! A Noble Phantasm is rebelling against its master!"
"Shut up. Be serious!"
"Oh, we don't trust dolls. Get lost!"
Lancer clutched his chest, feeling as though he had taken a critical hit. "Could you not be so blunt?"
"Didn't you tell me to be direct?" Shirou felt that everyone these days spoke in such a weirdly flirty way. Hadn't he spoken seriously like Lancer asked? How indirect. "Or are you furious at Berserker's card holder now, so you want to stab your doll ally in the back?"
At those words, Lancer's expression shifted uncertainly. He lowered his head and pleaded, "It isn't like that. I only wish for his release. Dolls are creations of Einzbern, made by replacing the souls of the dead after their deaths. You know that, right? He was my friend in life. I'm asking for his death on his behalf."
Seeing the suspicious looks in Shirou and Sakura's eyes, Lancer continued, "Though I am also a doll, most of my soul was already missing when it was placed in this body. After using the card, Lancer can be said to be me. It merely sorted out the remnants of my soul. In truth, I'm basically a Heroic Spirit materialized in the modern world, except I also possess this human's memories. The Berserker card holder was this human's closest friend in life. I want to help him fulfill this humble wish. And to show my sincerity, I'll tell you my True Name—Cú Chulainn."
"The Child of Light?" Sakura asked in surprise. She had grown up in a magecraft family, after all, so naturally she understood the significance of that name.
"That's right, girl. You're pretty impressive, huh? Hahaha, even in this Far East country, someone knows my daimyo?" Cú Chulainn laughed heartily.
"Don't talk to her, humanoid self-propelled cannon. Hmm, dog." Shirou said warily. The big dog was one of the Harem Kings, after all. He had pulled Princess, the Queen of Death, and even the queen of an enemy nation into his harem. The quality was terrifyingly high.
Lancer curled his lip. "If I didn't think you were qualified to be my ally, I'd kill you right now."
"Then come at me." Shirou was not worried. At worst, he could summon King Hassan and go home to lie down for two days. Magic Circuit overload was just overload. The big dog was also an enemy on his path to claiming the Holy Grail.
"From the sound of it, you're a hot-blooded warrior too. How about a passionate battle? No, that won't do. Let's put that aside for later and discuss how to deal with Berserker first, shall we?" After some thought, Lancer still gave up on fighting now. A Heroic Spirit's wish could always be fulfilled, but the summoner's remaining soul might not survive much longer.
"You probably can't beat me, huh?" Shirou refused to hold back with his words. In parallel worlds, every time Shirou appeared, this Blue Lancer stabbed him through the heart once. It was not bad to repay that grudge verbally for now.
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