Kill Barbatos in the Rift of Time (Continued)

That artificial human Master, who had truly only been alive for a few days, had barely learned to walk before she was about to leave.

The weight of it made even Shirou suck in a sharp breath.

"I understand. Find me a Master, preferably another artificial human."

After saying that, Shirou turned to leave without looking back.

Gord could not help rising to his feet, wanting to question how Shirou could be so heartless, but he heard the pained breathing at the end of Shirou's words.

The pain Assassin had endured was, of course, greater than his.

The one who had accompanied the artificial human through those three days had not been Gord, but Shirou. From bringing her back in the first place to hiding her for three or four days without anyone discovering her, Shirou deserved most of the credit, along with Jeanne d'Arc and Heracles. Gord had absolutely nothing to do with it.

Thinking back, the question Shirou had asked him had already been an obvious hint.

Perhaps if Gord gave the wrong answer, death would be waiting for him.

Caules chased after him into the corridor and found Shirou standing not far away, gazing at the full moon.

Only then did he notice that several streaks of white had appeared in Shirou's bright red hair, as though it had been dampened by moonlight.

"Assassin, what exactly did your Master do before?"

"What did she do?" Shirou's voice rose, sounding almost shrill to Caules.

"On the battlefield, she carried me on her back even though I weighed more than she did. She struggled to hold a shield as well, yet she kept walking back. Walking and walking and walking. I didn't wake up until we'd gone four or five kilometers. By then, I found that she had fallen