"I will never submit! Don't even think about making me submit! Even if I starve to death and am nailed inside a coffin, I still won't eat it!"
Before long, Lancer was sprawled across the table...
"Thanks for the meal..."
Me, Lancer, a deadbeat—send money. Something like that, probably?
No, not a deadbeat. He had reached an entirely new realm: a dead fish.
Lancer felt there was nothing left for him to fear.
"Rejoice, Lancer. This way, you've gotten enough calories for the day. Besides, I added some magecraft ingredients to it."
"Mr. Priest, how did you make Lancer submit?" Sakura asked curiously.
"It was nothing. I merely told him a few things about his friend." Kirei finished the remaining Mapo Tofu in his bowl, savoring the exquisite sensation of the lingering heat stimulating his brain.
"Senpai, I still don't understand."
"Sakura, you don't need to understand. Basically, a terrible person used his duties as a priest to threaten Lancer."
Sakura looked at the priest. She had not expected that this person, who looked so terrible, was terrible at heart as well.
"Likewise, Kiritsugu's son."
"Not at all, delightful priest."
"Ha ha ha ha ha."
"Hah hah hah hah."
Why was it like this? Why was I so practiced at this?! How had I learned to dodge taxes?!
If I kept dodging taxes like this, the tax bureau would haul me away and prosecute me! Do you understand?!
But the feeling of dodging taxes was truly wonderful.
He simply could not stop.
Kirei left after finishing his prayers. Counting this way, there were exactly three graves here.
Guan Yu and Mo Ye were incredibly useful for digging. Not only were their blades sharp, but they also had a large contact area, making it easy for Shirou to dig with them.
"They can rest in peace now, right?" Lancer lit a cigarette and blew out a smoke ring. "Then I can leave without worries."
"Have you decided when we'll have a good fight, Lancer?"
Shirou said this without caring in the slightest about Lancer's astonished gaze. He would repay anyone who had genuinely helped him with all his heart, while anyone who wanted to screw him over would find him digging an even bigger pit to bury them in.
He was practically a veteran at selling out his allies.
"You clearly treated me like a tool, and with the debt I owe you, I couldn't refuse anyway, yet you still did this. I acknowledge you, in the name of Cú Chulainn. But let's leave it for today."
Lancer silently turned his head away, feeling the Mapo Tofu churning in his stomach.
Mapo Tofu was too terrifying. He absolutely could not eat it again. For his final meal, he had to make Archer with Maneuvers EX cook him something delicious.
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