As long as I'm in the mood, it's enough to take your life!

"White Fang?!"

Because he had descended too quickly, Chiyo could only make out that head of white hair in a blur, and hair that color was extremely rare. So, in a fit of rage that overwhelmed her reason, she directly controlled the puppet beside her to shoot a hail of hidden weapons at Shiro!

"Swish, swish!"

"Clang, clang, clang—"

Chains suddenly appeared one after another in front of Shiro, blocking every last hidden weapon.

"Tsk, tsk. No need to get so worked up, old lady. I know my master is handsome, but you don't have to miss him that much, right? I only inherited 9.999 layers of his old man's handsomeness, and you still managed to mistake me for him?"

"Oh, right, he even has a kid now, so stop pining after him. You should hurry up and get in the ground instead. Why come out here to look after us young people? We really aren't short on that little bit of merit."

As he spoke, Shiro wore an expression that made people want to punch him, spreading his hands at the same time.

"You little brat! I'll—"

"Lady Chiyo, please calm down! Don't fall for his provocation."

"Hiss—hoo—" After hearing Pakura's words, Chiyo took a deep breath. In the end, she was still an old hand; just now, she had merely been unable to hold back emotions that had built up for far too long.

Now, after hearing Pakura's reminder, she immediately calmed down.

"Hmph. Emiya Shiro, was it? You've got a sharp tongue. I just don't know how good you are with your hands."

"A sharp tongue? Forget it. You're too old, I'm not interested. The young lady beside you, though—I wouldn't mind exchanging a few words with her."

"Boom!"

Although she did not know what Shiro's words