Yan Qing: Cover Blown at Light Speed
"I do know your true name, but who said I planned on telling you?"
Emiya looked at the so-called good Archer with a mocking gaze.
"Come on, don't be like that. A hint would do."
Archer smacked his lips, looking somewhat helpless.
Emiya's gaze finally seemed to grow a little more serious. He lowered his eyes, squinting at Archer as though pondering something.
"I see. So this is what they call the side of good."
He suddenly smiled.
"Don't mind it. Once you're dead, a corpse won't need to think."
Click—
Standing atop the high-rise, Emiya Alter raised his gun and aimed it at Archer below.
"Isn't attacking just because we disagree a little excessive?"
Archer's mouth twitched as he tightened his grip on the coffin-like massive firearm in his hands.
Who knew what kind of person could have designed such an absurd weapon?
"Hey, kid, you don't think you can kill someone right in front of me, do you?"
Anno looked up at the once somewhat naive boy with a smile.
"Tch, Anno."
"I really just can't get along with you knights. Whether it's you or that Artoria over there, you're all the same."
Emiya frowned.
The reason he had not rashly jumped down from the rooftop was precisely because of those two knights.
He was an Archer, after all. Trying to fight two top-tier Sabers in close combat would be something he would only consider if water had gotten into his brain.
"So, are you calling it off? You—you came specifically to deal with me, didn't you?"
The holy light on the Holy Sword had never faded as Anno smiled at Emiya.
They had the same face, but the white Anno kept his hair neatly trimmed and tied back, while this