Fate: Emiya the Host

In the courtyard, pale moonlight fell.

Two figures sat together, one tall one short, one big one small.

"I, will definitely become a partner of justice."

The boy issued a challenge to his own ideal.

At this, the Reality Marble disappeared.

Red A spoke calmly, "Emiya Shirou. If this is your ideal, then go carry it out to the end "

Shirou answered in a flat tone, "Isn't that what I should do?"

"That's right," Red A closed his eyes peacefully.

This time he truly closed his eyes peacefully, not like before when he was woken up from his actor's dream by Shirou's three punches.

"Master!", Cú Chulainn, who had been standing at a high place watching the show with blood boiling, sensed something wrong, his expression changed, and he shouted urgently.

He waved his staff.

At this distance, it was completely too late.

"Hahaha, success!"

A hidden, sinister, and smug smile appeared menacingly.

The Hassan of the Cursed Arm, who had been lurking around, caught a flaw, and with extremely high agility reached for Shirou's chest.

"Your heart, I'll be taking it!"

In this kind of situation, if it were any other Master, they might not be able to survive.

Not to mention he was facing a Servant, even just this sudden ambush would be hard for anyone to react to.

Unfortunately, as for concealment, Shirou, though only E–, had often sneaked around, his experience had long since maxed out.

What's more, now he was…

[Mana: A++ (three days)]

BOOM!

An eagle's arm appeared.

It seized Hassan of the Cursed Arm's arm.

"What, you!"

Hassan of the Cursed Arm was utterly horrified.

Shirou smiled slightly, relaxed, and said, "An ambush that didn't even manage to kill a Master, after this you'll probably be nailed to Assassin's pillar of shame."

"I…"

Before he could finish those few words, Cú Chulainn's support had already arrived.

"Sorry, Master."

He came before the captured Hassan of the Cursed Arm, his crimson eyes bursting with a devouring demonic light.

Like a wild beast about to go berserk.

"Letting this kind of lowlife almost succeed was my mistake, so hand him over to me to deal with."

"No problem," Shirou, as a human, didn't have the thought of killing a Servant just for fun, so he gave him to Cú Chulainn.

Dog-bro picked him up, drew a circle to serve as a prison, and showed a cruel smile himself.

"You like ambushes, huh? I'll let you ambush to your heart's content!"

This wild line of Dog-bro also left Hassan of the Cursed Arm completely broken.

As an Assassin, if he didn't ambush, what was he supposed to do?

Go head-to-head with Servants?

———

[Two Minutes Later]

Cú Chulainn came back refreshed.

Shirou was speechless, 'Turns out this guy just wanted to fight.'

"Haha, finally feels good," Cú Chulainn said cheerfully, "Just now when I saw Master's battle, I couldn't help myself."

"And also—", His crimson glowing eyes looked at Shirou, with fighting spirit burning inside, "If this weren't a critical time now, and I weren't Lancer, I'd really want to have a fierce battle with you, Master."

"How about…"

Shirou stopped him with a subtle expression, "I advise you not to make promises casually."

"Hm?", A question mark popped up over Dog-chan's head.

"According to a certain someone's luck, once any promise is made, halfway through something sloppy is bound to happen."

The last duel was already a good lesson.

Although this time Dog-bro appeared as Caster, Shirou still wasn't confident.

Their luck had always been like that.

"That's true," Dog-bro thought about it, felt Shirou made sense, and laughed, "Better wait until it's over, then."

"How's the assessment of those two?", Shirou picked up his own tattered coat from the ruins.

'Crap! When I go back, Sella is definitely going to scold me hard.'

"For now nothing can be seen, or rather, they completely lack the qualities of a warrior."

"Is that so," Shirou fell into thought.

'Then…'

"AHHH!"

"Did you hear a scream?"

"I heard it."

Cú Chulainn spread his hands.

"Looks like they might not be very suitable partners."

"Making a judgment so early isn't like you," Shirou scanned the surroundings, "Caster, take me somewhere higher."

"No problem."

Dog-bro used magecraft to carry Shirou up to the tallest place nearby, continuing the topic from before, "Maybe, but that's because Master is too excellent, making my expectations of them too high."

"…Then let's just keep watching."

Although this was the highest point nearby, the view wasn't as good as imagined.

After changing to another spot himself, Shirou saw more clearly, "I see."

Cú Chulainn stroked his chin, "So this is Archer's unique talent, the highest place doesn't always give the clearest view, the position must be right."

"More or less," Shirou opened his Eagle Eye.

"If you attack from the highest point, everyone would know Archer is there."

"True," Cú Chulainn folded his arms and asked, "That little girl looks like she can't hold out, won't you go save her?"

"No need," Shirou knew she wouldn't be in danger, and even if there were danger, he could intervene in time, so he appeared indifferent as he said, "If she can't even deal with a few skeleton soldiers, dying there is her fate."

While the two discussed, about eight hundred meters away… Olga Marie was running madly along the path.

"Why do I have to run into something like this?"

The number of skeleton soldiers was around thirteen or fourteen.

With Olga Marie's strength, with a little preparation she could wipe them all out.

But since it was a sudden situation, she had no preparation, and had never encountered something like this.

In haste, she chose to run.

Olga Marie Animusphere.

The current director of Chaldea.

Her father was one of the Twelve Lords of the Clock Tower, Marisbury Animusphere, the Lord of the Department of Astromancy (Animusphere).

Three years ago, after her father died, Olga Marie, still a student and not yet mature, became director of Chaldea.

Because she was from a prestigious family, she looked down on magi of inferior bloodlines.

Arrogant and self-important in personality.

Also, because of work pressure, her temper was rather irritable.

But she could barely be considered a decent person.

How do you judge that?

In the prologue of FGO, Mash couldn't use her Noble Phantasm. Dog-bro released killing intent, suggesting letting instincts respond.

That is, he planned to attack Fujimaru Ritsuka.

At that time, Olga Marie directly stood in front of Mash.

Yes, in front of Mash, not in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Because Mash was already standing in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka.

But Mash was a demi-servant, while Olga Marie was just a magus with decent talent, without even the aptitude for Rayshifting.

And yet this ill-tempered and tsundere person dared to stand before a Servant for the sake of someone she wasn't even close to, like Fujimaru Ritsuka.

In a sense, she was actually someone who loved to act strong, but deep inside was fragile and easily hurt.

Forget it, she had too many flaws, Shirou didn't want to go on.

Anyway, her image wasn't bad.

White hair, pretty face, her outfit was a white shirt with a black coat, a neatly tied red ribbon at the chest. A black short skirt and red stockings on the lower half. A very special color scheme.

On her wrist there was also a golden bracelet, probably a piece of magical equipment?

After being chased by the skeleton soldiers for about a minute or two, Olga Marie tripped and fell.

Cú Chulainn complained, "Really now, no fighting spirit at all."

Looked at plainly, that was indeed the case.

In the end, Olga Marie was saved by Mash and Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had heard the noise not far away.

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