Mordred, Responding to the Summon

In the Light Screen footage, the blue lancer pointed his crimson spear at Emiya Shirou on the ground, his voice cold. "Checkmate, kid. That move you used to block my attack just now was quite a surprise."

"Still, judging by your performance, you may know a little magecraft, but you're completely out of your depth. Didn't the person who taught you magecraft teach you what a real magus is supposed to do?"

Emiya Shirou did not answer. He struggled to his feet, but after suffering repeated heavy blows, the pain throughout his body made him twitch uncontrollably. His legs shook as they barely supported him.

Seeing this, the blue lancer offered a word of praise. "You can still stand after all that? Not bad. Are you a 'Master' too?"

Emiya Shirou did not understand. "A Master?"

The blue lancer narrowed his eyes, then assumed a stance to spear Emiya Shirou. "Well, whatever. This ends here! I've wasted too much time already."

Seeing this, Emiya Shirou felt an overwhelming threat of death. He clenched his teeth and raised his right hand to cover the left side of his chest.

There, blood still seeped from the torn wound—the injury he had received when the lancer had killed him at school earlier.

A voice filled with unwillingness rang out at that moment. What kind of joke is this? I was just saved. If I was saved, then I can't just die so easily!

I can't die meaninglessly like this! I won't let you kill me!

In an instant, another protagonist-exclusive flashback appeared.

It was on a bright, sunny afternoon. A young Emiya Shirou sat on the tatami with Emiya Kiritsugu, who already looked terribly haggard and wore a yukata, as they gazed out at the garden.

Emiya Kiritsugu said, "Shirou, actually, my dream