Shirou's Grand Heroic Saga

"Then he could only become an enemy of justice. Are you ready, Ally of Justice Amakusa Shirou?"

"Come to think of it, Assassin, shouldn't you tell me something?" Jeanne d'Arc quietly followed behind Shirou, doing her best not to make the slightest sound.

"What?" Shirou held up his shield, intently watching his surroundings.

He was searching for where Spartacus was being held, preparing to draw a map so that his homunculus Master could find Spartacus at a critical moment.

"Your True Name. That Gilgamesh seemed to say you were called Shirou something."

Shirou nodded. "Ah, yes. That's my real name. I only put on this shell because I resemble this Spirit Core in certain ways."

"Is that so? And there's something else you said before that bothered me—about how the Lord would not hear my prayers. Aren't you Hassan? And your Spirit Core looks like someone from the Far East. If you bear the name Hassan, then you should believe in the Lord too, shouldn't you? Though some interpretations may differ."

"Then you're mistaken, Ruler." Shirou heard the violent clanking of chains and knew he was close to finding Spartacus. He moved lightly, speaking in a very low voice.

"I only took the name Hassan because my teacher acknowledged me. In truth, I don't believe in those things. I believe in myself, in humanity, in hands that labor—not in some supposedly omniscient and omnipotent Lord I may or may not see. I hope you won't ask about this again. After all, it wouldn't be very appropriate to deny the existence of gods in front of a believer like you." Shirou rose onto his toes and spotted the door ahead.

This iron door would be difficult to get through. It had several intricate locks, all carrying traces of magical energy.