Shirou's Grand Heroic Saga

This was the joy of surviving.

He was so moved that he shed tears. He wiped them away. They were a little salty.

"Rider, come to think of it, there shouldn't be anyone living around here, right?"

Rider looked down at the grasslands below. "Yeah, there's no one around. What are you planning to do?"

"Don't be nervous..." Shirou touched the nylon rope wrapped around him and sneered inwardly.

What was he planning? Didn't he have any common sense, Brother B?

If not for that nylon rope, Shirou might have fallen off back then.

Shirou silently sighed. He decided to give Rider one more chance. Just one.

"Come to think of it, Assassin, what you did just now was incredible! You had me keep following you while holding up my shield, then you found an opening, grabbed me, and ran..." Rider began praising Shirou.

If he praised him more, then he probably wouldn't attack him, right?

He felt that Assassin wouldn't be able to stew someone after being praised by them.

Shirou really had no intention of stewing Astolfo, but he did intend to make a move against him. Not only did he intend to, the urge was overwhelming.

What was the point of stewing him to eat? Human flesh didn't taste good, and eating it could infect him with prions. It would be better to eat that stupid eagle. With a few extra ingredients, maybe he could make eagle stew.

"Come to think of it, is it illegal to throw things from high up in Romania? Never mind, a person probably doesn't count as a thing."

"Assassin, what did you say?"

Shirou checked his belongings.

"N-Nothing. Do you remember what happened when we came to the Hanging Gardens?" Shirou decided to give Astolfo one last chance.

If he could