Shirou Returns

Shirou Returns

The central courtyard was deathly quiet.

The Black Faction Servants' footsteps shattered the silence as they entered the garden.

At the very center of the garden stood the Greater Holy Grail.

The silence was unnerving. The Black Faction Servants did not dare act rashly, afraid of being ambushed on their way to the Greater Holy Grail.

Even though the Greater Holy Grail was only one step away.

The door closed.

Even the sound of it shutting rang clearly in their ears.

Now, even their retreat had been completely sealed off.

Heracles frowned and fired an arrow at the door, but it barely moved, as solid as a city wall.

"Stop struggling pointlessly. With your strength, you cannot break through any of this fortress's defenses."

Footsteps slowly approached. The voice was firm, like that of a mature and steady middle-aged man.

Yet the one descending the stairs was a young man.

White-haired and brown-skinned, he wore the black robes of a priest, with a cross hanging from his neck.

Vlad the Impaler III instinctively sensed danger.

Darnic, who had been watching everyone from the side, widened his eyes as well. Amakusa Shirou Tokisada was alive after all, just as Assassin had said!

"Everyone from the Black Faction, you have come a long way."

Amakusa narrowed his eyes with a smile and named the members of the Black Faction. "Saber, the great dragon-slaying hero, Siegfried. Archer, the great warrior who passed the Twelve Labors, Heracles. Lancer, Romania's protector, later believed to be a vampire, Lord Vlad. And Caster, Avicebron. ...Did Rider and Berserker not come?"

"Did they come, or did they not? I don't know." Heracles picked up an arrow and toyed with it.

This arrow was meant to kill Amakusa Shirou, but he would likely have only one chance,