Shirou's Grand Heroic Saga

Amakusa Shirou had worked all day, and his body was starting to go numb. After gaining flesh, he was no longer as light and effortless as a Servant, and he had to sleep. But there were benefits too—he could live for a very long time, perhaps even achieve immortality.

He opened his eyes to find Semiramis smiling at him, the back of his head resting on something soft, like a thigh.

"Master, you're awake?"

"Yes, Assassin. You needn't do this. Besides, I favored Caster yesterday, didn't I? I should have treated you both equally."

"Hmph, good that you know." Thinking of it made Semiramis somewhat dissatisfied, but this Master did not covet her beauty. He had a grand and immense plan that required her and Caster's help. That made it difficult for her to harden her heart against him. She even wanted to give him a push, to see what he would be like once his wish came true.

"Once I fulfill my wish, I will honor my promise and let you rule this world," Amakusa Shirou said apologetically.

Seeing Amakusa Shirou's apologetic expression, Semiramis's anger faded. His words still showed concern for her wish.

What a fool! That isn't her wish.

She only wished to walk alongside someone who did not covet her beauty.

Power was intoxicating. It allowed one to manipulate others, but afterward, it left one feeling empty. Those with power often had no choice but to fight other powerful people to the death. Even if they did not fight to the death, they still had to scheme against one another and be restrained by others.

When she thought of it that way, power became disgusting.

If she could avoid being manipulated by others, then having no power was not necessarily a bad thing. At the very