Chapter 65: As if I wouldn't know what you're like.

His gaze was unwavering.

"You really trust my Master, don't you? You actually believe she can endure the Hydra Poison. Even if there isn't much venom left in your heart, poison is still poison."

"I trust her."

Author's Note:

How many did everyone pull?

Chapter 65: As if I wouldn't know what you're like.

In a restaurant in Trifas.

A waiter brought over a huge slab of meat. The price was not particularly exorbitant, but for Jeanne d'Arc, whose pockets were empty, it was already astronomical.

"Assassin, are you treating me?"

Ruler could not help wiping the drool from the corner of her mouth.

The roasted meat glowed with a rich, golden sheen beneath the sunlight.

The fat melted over the meat and seeped into it, releasing a thick, enticing aroma.

"It looks so delicious." Ruler's gaze was utterly glued to the meat.

She simply could not look away.

Why? Why was this happening? Why was Assassin so adept at treating her to delicious food, and why could he so accurately find the things she liked best?

"Don't worry. Consider it my treat." Shirou said carelessly.

Thousand Tree could reimburse such a trivial expense anyway.

And if he had forgotten to bring money, projection could solve the problem.

Though it was rather immoral to do that in this small town with its honest, simple-hearted people, Shirou now considered himself a villain. So what if he ate a meal without paying?

Ever since he had watched Siegfried dig out his own heart and give it to his Master yesterday, he had understood that the responsibility on his shoulders was terrifyingly heavy.

But Shirou had promised.

And he believed that girl, who could barely walk steadily yet had dragged him for several kilometers, could hold on.

Jeanne d'Arc picked up her knife