Shirou's Grand Heroic Saga

Gord nodded with some regret.

"Come to think of it, Black Faction's Berserker was called Frankenstein, right? An artificial human created by a mad scientist." Shirou emphasized the words "artificial human." "I never expected her to be a woman."

Gord wiped away his sweat. "Y-Yes."

"What do you think of her?" Shirou intended to probe Gord indirectly. He wanted to see whether this magus was, like his nominal grandfather Emiya Miyata, a madman obsessed with reaching the Root, or merely an ordinary magus with all sorts of flaws.

Gord began sweating even more. He had gone along with Shirou as though he knew something about Frankenstein, but in truth, he had no idea what Frankenstein was, nor what those mad scientists did.

Magicians generally scoffed at that sort of science fiction.

Shirou realized he had miscalculated. Seeing Gord's predicament at a glance, he laughed. "That artificial human stitched together from all sorts of parts was quite interesting, too. In the novel, he actually asked the doctor who created him to make him a female companion. Oh, right—what if the artificial humans here wanted companions?"

"Don't worry, Assassin. The artificial humans I created are all tools without self-awareness. They definitely won't have such strange ideas." Gord assured him, patting his chest.

Yet when he patted his chest, it was his round belly that quivered instead.

"What if they did?" Shirou pressed.

"Th-Then..." Gord hesitated. "Find them one, I suppose? There are plenty of artificial humans anyway."

That answer was somewhat beyond Shirou's expectations.

Very interesting.

At the very least, Gord had preserved his life by saying that.

If Gord had been a crazed magus who ignored ethics and morality, Shirou would certainly have found a suitable opportunity to deliver a righteous backstab.

Completely unaware that he had just saved his own