Fate: Emiya the Host

"You might not believe it, but aside from projection and reinforcement magecraft, I basically can't do anything else," Shirou said honestly.

"Seriously, can you stop joking already?", Olga Marie became annoyed, "If you're trying to make fun of me, fine. I admit it, I really don't…"

Huff—

Thud!

Her butt hit the ground as she suddenly sat down, clutching the small stone engraved with a spell.

With a panicked tone, she said, "W-what are you trying to do?"

'No way, no way!'

'Just because I used a bad tone, is this guy really going to kill me?'

Olga Marie didn't want to die, she still had things she absolutely had to accomplish.

"Did I scare you?", Shirou withdrew his hand and explained, "Sorry. I just wanted to prove that I wasn't mocking you on purpose."

While speaking, he offered his hand again.

"Take a good look, at my magic circuits."

"Magic circuits?"

Olga Marie hesitated for a moment, then couldn't resist taking his hand.

As Shirou pulled her up, she immediately gasped, "How is that possible, only seventeen?"

"So?", Shirou asked.

"Th-that's…", After holding it in for a long time, Olga Marie couldn't find the right word.

Finally she said, "Far too mediocre. I wouldn't say it's useless, but among magi, it's just barely at the passing line."

That's right. As a first-generation magus, Shirou's talent was certainly good.

But when compared to the clock tower's long-established magus houses, it was quite average.

"Looks like you understand."

Not at all upset at being called mediocre, Shirou said, "As you can see, rather than calling me a magus, it might be more accurate to call me a magic user."

"I see," Olga Marie pinched her chin, "There are indeed some heretical types among magi."

"So, your magecraft… is it some kind of defective variant created by a mutation?"

As a magus, Olga Marie was more than competent.

Combining Shirou's projection during combat, she had basically guessed most of it.

And precisely because of that, she felt the same kind of shock Rin had in the original work when she saw Shirou projecting.

This sort of thing shouldn't exist.

"Pretty much," Shirou said as he projected Azoth Sword.

This sword had originally been given by Tokiomi to Kotomine Kirei.

Kirei used it to kill his mentor, and out of amusement, later handed it to Rin himself.

Through Rin, Shirou received it in both the Artoria route and the Sakura route.

This time, Shirou carried out the entire projection sequence, letting Olga Marie see it up close.

She didn't know whether she should be angry or terrified as she trembled.

"What kind of joke is this, doesn't that magecraft have any price?"

"Of course it does."

Shirou's answer made Olga Marie sigh in relief.

Right, if there was no price, that wouldn't be magecraft.

That would practically be a subtype of Fantasy Manifestation.

However, Shirou's next line immediately made her freeze again, "I can't project anything I don't fully understand. And if the quality is too high, I'll break my own body apart."

"..."

"S-so that's the price…?"

Olga Marie's mouth twitched and she forced a smile, "That counts as a price…?"

She grabbed her head, "There's no way I'm awake right now."

"Why haven't you been sealed away by the Clock Tower?"

'Oh, I got it. They probably can't beat him!'

Remembering his strength, Olga Marie gave a resigned sigh of understanding.

"So why are you telling me all this? Or rather, are you sure it's okay to just say it?"

"It's not really something worth hiding."

Shirou casually tossed the Azoth Sword back into Unlimited Blade Works.

"As long as you watch me use it a few times, you'd figure it out anyway."

"Besides, if we're going to cooperate, and some unnecessary misunderstanding gets in the way, that would be the real problem."

"…I see."

Olga Marie crossed her arms and stared at him carefully. In the end she said, "Looks like I misunderstood you. You really are someone who's the same inside and out."

"Uh…", Shirou was about to say something when he received an urgent message from Cu Chulainn.

"Hope I didn't interrupt your romantic pursuit, Master?"

Shirou, unfazed by the teasing, said, "Caster. If something happened, say it quickly."

"Hate to break it to you, but Berserker is heading straight toward us."

"Berserker?"

Shirou's brows knitted slightly, although he didn't panic.

For most people or Servants, running into that Berserker would indeed be troublesome.

But for him, a Berserker without sanity was actually the easiest to face.

Standing near the edge of the rooftop, he activated Hawk Eye.

His pupils, dyed azure with magical energy, showed Berserker's figure.

He was charging straight toward them like a mad beast.

As though he sensed something, Berserker lifted his head and roared in their direction.

Shirou's eyelid twitched.

'Don't tell me… he's coming for me?'

"Seems the intel wasn't wrong," Cu Chulainn appeared, "That thing has a very clear target, and it's definitely us."

"What happened?"

Since Cu Chulainn was using magic to contact Shirou, Olga Marie only saw Shirou suddenly stand up and look into the distance.

Then Dog-Bro appeared beside him.

"Berserker is charging this way."

Shirou said truthfully, "It might get a bit rough, I'll need Mash to cooperate."

"You go tell Mash and Fujimaru to wait for me on the schoolyard."

"Caster, set up some traps."

"Roger."

Cu Chulainn accepted the order and, in the next second, grinned with excitement, "By the way, it's fine if I just take him out, right?"

Shirou smiled, "Do as you like."

"That's all I wanted to hear!"

Dog-Bro proudly vanished.

"Just for one Berserker, you need to go this far?", Olga Marie was confused.

"He's not an ordinary Servant."

Shirou explained, "He's Heracles, the strongest hero in Greek mythology."

"You're kidding?"

Olga Marie's eyes widened.

"Lancer is Medusa, Caster is Cu Chulainn the Child of Light, Saber is King Arthur, and Berserker is Heracles… what kind of Holy Grail War is this?"

"This is way over the stat limit!"

'Even worse, this guy summoned Saber and she wiped all of them out.'

It really was "birds of a feather flock together".

Every last one of them was a monster among monsters.

"It's not that bad," A bow appeared in Shirou's hand.

"If it were Heracles in the Archer class, then it'd be pretty hopeless. But in the Berserker class, without his sanity, he's not impossible to deal with."

"What are you doing?"

The overwhelming, heavy magical energy made Olga Marie feel nauseous, forcing her to take a step back.

Seeing the spiral-shaped weapon in his hand, fear flickered in her eyes.

If that power was released directly, the resulting aftermath would be unimaginable.

The dense magic even made the air feel sticky.

Shirou projected the Spiral Sword, nocked it to the bow.

"He's already issued the invitation. As the one invited, I should return the courtesy."

Before Olga Marie could understand, a violent gale erupted.

Blue mana exploded from the rooftop.

A shrieking burst tore through the air, like a falling meteor, fast, fierce, and unstoppable, as it shot out.

"Let's go," Shirou turned around after firing.

"You're not going to watch whether it hits?"

'What if it misses, with a Noble Phantasm that strong?'

"It can't miss," Shirou answered with confident arrogance, "Unless he comes as an Archer."

'Isn't that a little too carefree…?'

Olga Marie was just thinking that, and her ears were suddenly struck by a thunderous roar. She crouched down, covering her ears.

Completely dumbfounded.

A crimson sphere of energy soared into the sky.

Immediately afterward came the storm, lightning, and a sky-shattering roar.

And finally, fire surged, and a mushroom cloud rose.

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