Though a bloodbath was about to break out, Hakuno still looked curiously at Shirou's neck.
Shirou was currently dressed in white clothes and black pants. The outfit looked quite handsome, but the lock around his neck immediately made it seem like an S&M prop.
"It's a restraint suit. I don't know who put it on me. As for what it does—if we put it in game terms, I used to be a king, and my character was level 90. Because of this restraint suit, I'm only level 1 now."
Shirou spoke mournfully.
"Can you take it off?"
Hakuno seemed neither surprised by Shirou's tragic circumstances nor saddened like a player who discovered his level-90 account had been reset to level 1.
"Of course I can." Shirou scratched his head. "This thing is like a curse, but it's a one-time thing. After I became level 1, I could level up again, so naturally, I can take this outfit off too."
"Then why haven't you taken the lock off? Don't tell me you're into that sort of thing—and you're the submissive one?"
Hakuno held the advantage. Hakuno mocked him.
Shirou looked at Hakuno awkwardly. "Since master has such a request, I can only satisfy you."
He undid the lock, and his clothes instantly burst apart. Obviously, he hadn't eaten any glowing cuisine—though bursting out of his clothes after eating glowing cuisine wouldn't have been great either, at least it wouldn't be a loss if he had exploded out of them after eating something delicious.
His sturdy abs and chest muscles, clearly defined biceps, and gleaming, elastic skin all shone brilliantly. Beneath Shirou's seemingly lean frame lay astonishing muscles!
Any woman who saw them would generally blush furiously.
Yet Hakuno's expression did not change.
"So Archer really is a pervert?"
Shirou was utterly