Beatrice's Advice

"Not here. Get lost!"

Just then, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it, I'll get it!" Lancer immediately left the living room, fetching the delivery at a speed that even Hong Kong reporters could not match.

Looking at Beatrice's innocent, pure expression, Shirou instead felt that he could not bring himself to blame her.

"Is the save file really never coming back?"

I should never have held even the slightest hope for this bunch. I should've used Stella right from the start and solved everything!

Take this...

"Ah! What? How could this be?!"

Hearing Lancer let out a scream like a girl's, Shirou suddenly realized a serious problem.

Dog Brother was about to run into Kirei!

What if Dog Brother met Kirei? Waiting online, urgent!

Author's Note:

Second update... Celebrating four hundred favorites~

Chapter 16: Beatrice's Advice

Lancer gripped his Red Spear and looked at the man before him. His eyes were as still as an ancient well, while his entire face radiated delight. He wore an apron with the character "hemp" written on it.

The man in a headscarf wore a cross necklace around his neck and looked like a priest. Smiling with delight, he asked, "Oh? Lancer, it seems you've formed an alliance with Shirou Emiya? Hm?"

"Since that's the case, and you're the one who came out to collect the delivery—eight thousand yen."

Lancer used the skill Rearrange Stance, lowering his body slightly as he sneered. "No money."

"You have the nerve to order delivery without money? I've been rather short on pork ribs and animal offal lately." Kirei Kotomine pulled several Black Keys from his hand and licked his lips. "It seems your flavor must be quite good. Being able to eat the Mapo Tofu I make before dying, you could die with a smile, couldn't you?"

"Even if I starved to death and was nailed inside a coffin, I still wouldn't eat your Mapo Tofu!"

"Mapo Tofu is really delicious."

Lancer said this while sitting inside the Emiya Residence.

"Senior, why isn't that fake priest charging you again?" Sakura quietly asked.

Shirou felt around in his pockets. He was practically penniless now, but fortunately, he had already completely understood the structure of yen—their basic framework and component materials.

He could project them whenever he needed them.

But that would still be counterfeit money, completely identical to real money. That fake priest had probably already seen through him. What a terrifying man.

And besides...

The money from the Black Keys he had been scammed out of before—so much money! Getting a few free orders wasn't too much to ask, was it?!

That was money he had worked so hard to earn over such a long time! That profiteer had swindled it all away!

If that fake priest showed that profiteering face again, Shirou Emiya would probably have already drawn the Golden Sword of Victory and chased him down ten streets to hack him apart.