"Since that's the case, let's all make up. Even if we're going to fight, it can wait until after dinner." Sakura nodded in satisfaction. "But, Lancer, I'm curious. What did you mean when you said Senior had bad luck?"
"It means bad luck suddenly descended on Archer, almost to the point of rivaling mine." Lancer mocked himself for the reality of his Luck E.
Shirou pitied the poor mutt and comforted him. "Look, my luck is only a little higher than yours. We're truly birds of a feather. (Even if my luck is low, it's still higher than yours.)"
And in this exchange, he had already won a decisive victory.
Whether it was the information Lancer was about to reveal or the verbal advantage, he had taken all of it.
"I feel like you just said something really rude."
"Did I? No, I didn't."
Shirou flatly denied it and quickly started dinner.
After dinner, they drank tea and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks.
"Shall we begin?" Lancer looked calm on the surface, but waves churned within his heart.
"You could have treated me as a tool and taken me with you to kill Caster and the others, couldn't you?"
"Fulfilling other people's wishes is also part of being an Ally of Justice. Don't like it, don't play."
Using his spear as support against the ground, Lancer stood up. "Then I should thank you. In return, I won't use my Noble Phantasm or mana when I fight you."
"Even if you used your Noble Phantasm, you still couldn't beat me." Shirou drew his twin blades and walked into the courtyard.
"Maybe. But at least I'd make you suffer." For once, Lancer did not mock Shirou at all, nor did he secretly gain any advantage from it.
"Let me give you some advice. Today won't be peaceful. The commotion you caused has already made Einzbern unable to sit still. Save your mana."
"They can't sit still anymore?" Shirou clicked his tongue in amazement. "So they have a day like this too. If they want to come, then let them come. Rather than searching for enemies, I'd prefer enemies to come knocking. If they send puppets over one by one to die, that'd be ridiculously pathetic. If they had any brains, they'd attack together. But this works too. I'm in a hurry."
"Oh? You're quite confident." Lancer smiled. Having an opponent like this for his final battle, being able to fight to his heart's content—it was truly the last wish of his life, one that would help Cú Chulainn fulfill it.
"I still have to save my sister. If you're coming, then come."
With his left foot forward and right foot behind, his body slightly turned, spear tip lowered, Lancer had already assumed his stance.
Twin blades in hand, Shirou had no stance at all. He did not need such things. He had more than enough confidence to deal with Lancer.
"Come on!"
Author's Note:
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An Archer Who Can't Fight at Close Range Isn't a Good Archer
The twin blades and the Red Spear clashed, then immediately separated.
Short weapons were always at a disadvantage against long weapons.
An inch longer meant an inch stronger; an inch shorter meant an inch more dangerous.
As long as Shirou could get close to Lancer and break through his defensive perimeter, Lancer would be placed in an extremely dangerous situation.
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