Let Me, King Hassan, Teach You How to Be an Assassin!

He finally understood what Sakura Matou had been thinking.

Now this was a real veteran driver—and a female one at that!

When it came to driving skills, he, Shirou Emiya, truly had to admit defeat.

He immediately played his card of Steel Apology. Yes, he had lost.

"So that wasn't what you meant, Senpai?" Sakura's face reddened even more when she saw Shirou's reaction, and she lowered her head.

"I'm an Ally of Justice! Not the kind of Ally of Justice who smokes, drinks, and gambles but is still somehow an Ally of Justice!"

Chapter 4: Let Me, King Hassan, Teach You How to Be an Assassin!

Although Shirou had already decided to take the route where everyone could be happy—taking Sakura and Miyu to the world of Magical Girl Illya to look for help, relying on Illya's protagonist aura to solve the problem—

Sakura currently had one enormous flaw—she had no way to protect herself.

Sakura's talent for magecraft was exceptionally outstanding. It had even made her father, Tokiomi Tohsaka, sigh with emotion over how he had somehow given birth to two such talented children. Abandoning either would have been a waste of talent, so he sent Sakura to the Matou family, intending to play a little scheme and make that family take the Tohsaka name as well.

Although Tokiomi's dream had nearly succeeded, Shirou had appeared out of nowhere in the end, making both families take the Emiya name instead.

A great victory for Kiritsugu's side! (Cough)

A person's fate truly was unknowable. It depended not only on one's own efforts, but also on the course of history.

"Are you giving this to me, Senpai?" Sakura held the Assassin card. Shinji had used this card before, but Class Cards had never cared whether they had been used or not. It was just right for her.

It would not be very suitable for Sakura to use Archer's card. It would probably fail; basically, she could not connect to Shirou's account.

"Give it a try," Shirou encouraged. Seeing that Sakura showed no reaction, he thought she did not want to use it and was disgusted by Hassan of the Cursed Arm.

"No, it's just... Senpai, I don't think I can use it," Sakura said awkwardly.

"Huh?" Shirou took the card. It was definitely not a useless card. Unlike his own card, which completely relied on him as a ~~Holy Relic~~ medium, what was going on here?

"Install (Phantasmal Summon)." Shirou tried it, unwilling to believe it, and a flash of light suddenly rose.

A powerful force suddenly erupted, filling the entire Emiya Residence. Shirou felt that he had probably gotten himself into some serious trouble.

A mass of blue flames burned beside him. For that instant, Shirou felt as though he had gained infinite power, as if he could go on a rampage the very next second and solve everything.

"Senpai?" Sakura stared blankly at the powerful Assassin Shirou had summoned. And this Assassin was not the Hassan of the Cursed Arm from before. What was going on with this card?

"Sakura, I'm going to deal with those pieces of trash who keep hiding and don't dare face their enemies head-on. Don't worry, I'll settle it in one night."

"Sen..." Sakura blinked, unable to speak. Had the Heroic Spirit's power affected Senpai in reverse? She had heard of such things, but this was her first time seeing it.

"No, this isn't my personality. Why do I suddenly want to go on a rampage? Plan before acting—Presence Concealment, Presence Concealment!"

"Idiot! Don't assassinate them, go on a rampage! Life doesn't give you that much time for Presence Concealment. If you want to save your sister, then beat everyone down and win the Holy Grail War! What's the point of sneaking around? Won't you just get discovered anyway? You don't even dare trade blows, and you call yourself a Hassan? You're such a terrible Hassan that you've made me laugh my prostate fluid out!"

Damn it, this card was poisonous!

"Who are you? Isn't this card supposed to summon Hassan of the Cursed Arm?"

Shirou hurriedly tried to eject the card, but the Heroic Spirit he had summoned refused to let it go.

"Hehehe, I'm the Old Man of the Mountain. But that doesn't matter—Hassans are all Hassans, after all. It depends on who the summoner is. If it's you, then of course you summon me. Enough nonsense, kid. Don't you want to win the Holy Grail War and save your sister?"