Shirou's Grand Heroic Saga

Rider trusted his instincts, so he urged, "We should run faster. Even faster, okay?"

"We're already going fast enough." Shirou said with a helpless laugh. "If we go any faster, we won't be able to stay in sync. You might fall behind. This is fine."

Seeing Rider's doubtful expression, Shirou assured him, "She won't be able to detect my shield!"

Rider's eyes went wide as he stared in a strange direction.

Shirou noticed something glittering gold on the ground, radiating the aura of an obscenely rich tycoon.

He looked up as well.

Gates. So many gates—glittering golden gates.

There had to be around a thousand of them, right?

Were they dead?

"LawAias!" Shirou was so frightened that he instinctively activated the Seven Rings of the Heavenly Wall. Over a thousand A-rank Noble Phantasms suddenly came crashing down.

Perhaps one second passed. Perhaps only 0.1 seconds.

Of the seven petals, only a small piece in the center remained.

If its area had not been so small, the Seven Rings of the Heavenly Wall probably would not have been able to protect the two of them.

As for King Hassan Shield Me—its concealment was indeed quite good, but its defensive capabilities were probably something his teacher had never considered. Why bother defending against something that could be killed with a single slash?

Lying on the ground, Shirou saw Gilgamesh land, holding a golden, glittering sword. That was very much her style.

If Gilgamesh had not been preparing to kill him right now, Shirou would have thought he was seeing Artoria for the first time.

Especially that upright ahoge, which was extremely eye-catching.

"I have a feeling you're thinking something very rude, Shirou Emiya." Gilgamesh sharply noticed that something was off about Shirou's gaze, and that something was also off about the person