"Oh—parallel worlds, I understand... what?"
Lord El-Melloi II nearly choked on his smoke and couldn't get the words out.
He had just breathed a sigh of relief, thinking this red-haired young man was done talking about Projection Magic and would give him something easier to handle. But that slap to the face had come a little too quickly.
In just a few seconds, Lord El-Melloi II had heard something about the Second Magic.
Parallel worlds.
This was too much!
If it was parallel worlds, go find the Jeweled Holy Sword! Why come to me? You studied Projection Magic, and you were so proficient at it, yet you came to talk to me about parallel worlds.
Even if he knew parallel worlds existed, he couldn't get there!
"And also... the Great Source in that world has dried up. I hope you can help me find a way to restore it. Otherwise, that world will be finished. Please!"
Shirou clasped his hands together and lowered his head.
Lord El-Melloi II's hand trembled.
He took a drag from his cigarette.
Brother, I suspect you're just trying to cause trouble, aren't you? Parallel worlds and a dried-up Great Source—damn it, even gods couldn't save that.
Can't save it. Just wait for death.
"Forgive my bluntness, but I'm sorry, I can't do it." Lord El-Melloi II adjusted his glasses and took another drag. "Leaving aside how you intend to get to that parallel world, the Great Source drying up is already something the magi of the Clock Tower would find difficult to resolve. As for that world being finished, I truly can't help you. There's nothing I can do."
Shirou's gaze immediately turned hostile.
"In the end, you're still unwilling to help."
"It isn't that I'm unwilling. It's that there's nothing I can do."
Shirou