Cards also counted as vessels containing Heroic Spirits. As long as someone possessed a card, Ryuudou Temple would forcibly send them away.
That put an end to Shirou's plan to sneak in and launch a surprise attack.
"Senior, did you sense anything?" Sakura frowned, her face pale as she looked toward Ryuudou Temple.
"No. Sakura, are you feeling unwell?" Shirou took Sakura's hand and felt her forehead. Her temperature was normal.
"N-No, I'm fine. I just feel like someone inside Ryuudou Temple is watching us." Sakura shook her head, but her hand clenched tightly around his. "I have a feeling something bad is going to happen."
"Caster's surveillance? Then let's leave quickly. Shall I give you a ride back?"
"It's fine. I'm just feeling a little uneasy. The Riding Skill in the Rider card is A+, after all!"
Was she really all right?
Shirou looked at Sakura, but unease filled his heart. She was only saying that because she was afraid he would worry, wasn't she?
What exactly was inside Ryuudou Temple?
Author's Note:
First update today...
A Duel with Lancer
As dishes were carried out from the kitchen, an irresistible aroma wafted through the air.
Chinese cuisine, Japanese cuisine—everything was there.
"Is this the legendary Manchu-Han Imperial Feast? Archer, why don't you become a cooker from now on? What do you think?" Lancer picked up his chopsticks and was about to reach for the dishes, but the meal had not started yet.
"My English may not be good, but I at least know that cook means chef. Put those chopsticks down!"
Lancer had been an outstanding mage even before entering the war. How could he possibly not know the difference between such simple English words?
"So that means you agree to become a chef?"
A fatal blow! Lancer laughed, took both hands off the keyboard... and typed GG!
"Mm."
"Ah?" Lancer was stunned. Shirou had actually gone along with him?
Shirou smiled. Who was he, Shirou Emiya? How could he fall for such a trap?
In just a few seconds, the experts had already exchanged blows, their gazes completing a round of combat...
"Now that everyone's here, shall we eat, Senior?" Sakura smiled as she sat down, brushing the strands of hair that had drifted before her face behind her.
"Hm?" Seeing that Shirou had not responded, Sakura turned her head, only to find that he had been staring at her the whole time.
Sakura immediately blushed again.
"S-Senior?"
"Ah, sorry. I was spacing out for a moment." Shirou turned away, lamenting his lack of endurance. Wasn't it just a matter of holding back for another day or two? He would end the Holy Grail War today, and then he could...
A dark omen was forming on his brow!
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