Shirou's Grand Heroic Saga

The moment she opened the door, Jeanne d'Arc glared at Shirou with an unfriendly expression.

Shirou's eyes shifted as he glanced at the homunculus master lying on the bed, her brow tightly furrowed and her body curled up.

"Didn't you use up far too much mana? Look at the state your master is in now."

"By the way, you're a Ruler, aren't you? I don't remember Rulers being responsible for taking care of one side's master." Shirou walked to the bedside and wiped the sweat from his master's forehead.

"If you hadn't gotten right in her face and scared her into hastily forming a contract with you, would she have been dragged into the Holy Grail War?" Jeanne d'Arc retorted, her argument so sound that she hardly seemed like an ordinary French village girl.

"Haha, haha—the weather is nice today." Shirou looked out at the moon beyond the window.

"Mm, it really is." Jeanne d'Arc followed Shirou's gaze and saw the beautiful full moon.

Rubbing his forehead, Shirou felt that Jeanne d'Arc was rather easy to fool. She seemed like the sort who would help count the money after being sold off. That was much more like the level of an ordinary French village girl.

As if she had sensed someone returning, the homunculus slowly woke.

"Assassin..."

"Can you get up? If not, keep lying down properly, understand?" Shirou swiftly examined her body with magecraft. Once he confirmed there was nothing seriously wrong, he felt somewhat relieved.

"Mm." The homunculus pinched a corner of the blanket and slowly pulled it up, leaving only her head exposed.

"She's really obedient."

"Yes, she's a good child." Jeanne d'Arc walked around to the other side of the bed and gently stroked the homunculus's head, finally noticing that something was off.

"Assassin, you changed