By the time Emiya Shirou regained consciousness, it was late at night. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He opened his eyes in a daze, and felt pain all over his body, and with each beat of his heart, he had a headache like he had been stabbed.

"Raw...... What's wrong? ”

The intense pain confused his consciousness and made his memory somewhat confused.

"By the way, I was pierced in the heart."

He forced himself to sit up, remembered the events of his previous life, and hurriedly reached out to touch his chest.

I felt that the tentacles were smooth and clean, and there was no trace of injury, as if the memory of someone piercing the heart was just a dream. But the holes in his chest and the blood stains that remained told him that it was not a dream.

"Who is it...... Who saved me? ”

Emiya Shirou frowned and recalled, remembering that after he fell, someone seemed to have come and treated him.

“…… That, who is it? At least a little thanks. ”

Emiya Shirou subconsciously approached the classroom next to him, opened the cabinet unsteadily, took out a rag and a bucket, returned to the corridor, and began to wipe the blood stains on the floor.

“…… Ah......h What am I doing......"

Obviously he was almost killed, and his head was still in horror, why did he involuntarily deal with the aftermath?

"What a fool."

Shirou wiped the floor hard, and although he still couldn't exert his strength on his hands and feet, he finally wiped off the scattered bloodstains, picked up the garbage that had fallen on the floor, put it in his pocket, put away the rag and bucket, and left the school with zombie-like steps.

When I got home, it was past twelve o'clock.

The Emiya Mansion was empty, and Emiya Shirou sat on the floor with a "bang" and lay down. As soon as I closed my eyes, I felt like I had been pierced through my chest by a gun.

“…… I was almost killed. ”

Accompanied by a heartbeat, there were bursts of sharp pain in the heart, which made Emiya feel a strong feeling of vomiting.

He propped himself up, barely held back his vomiting, took a few deep breaths, and regained his composure.

"What's that?"

The red man and the cyan man, the two figures that appeared on the campus came to the mind of Emiya.

"That's probably not human."

Although it is true that he looks like a human on the outside, the realistic martial arts and the magic power that is so huge that it makes people feel disgusting are obviously not something that humans can have.

“…… Is it a ghost, or an elf? ”

As a half-magician, Emiya Shirou knows that many of the legendary gods and demons are real. Therefore, even if he witnessed the inhuman existence with his own eyes, he did not panic.

"It's supposed to be a ghost, right? But I've never heard of a ghost with an entity that can directly interfere with living humans, and that one has spoken. Since it has a will of its own, it is even harder to think that it is a ghost. Although the elves have **, the elves should not be humanoid. No, it's not this, it's ...... Whether or not it has anything to do with it. ”

That thing was obviously not something he could handle, and Emiya Shirou knew it. But if left unchecked, there is a good chance that someone will still be hurt by them.

"What the hell are we going to do?"

"Jingle bell!"

“----！？”

Suddenly, the bell hanging from the ceiling of the house rang.

It's shabby, but it's also a magician's home, so there's at least an enchantment that sounds if someone you don't know comes in.

"Is it a thief? Still is......? ”

It was the one who had come to kill him, and for no reason, Emiya Shirou was sure of the intruder's intentions.

The house was covered with silence, and in the darkness where there was no sound at all, the murderous aura felt in the school courtyard was approaching step by step.

"Something has to be done? Weapons, first of all, you need to find something that can be used as a weapon. ”

Emiya Shirou searches the living room for items that can be used as weapons.

What the other party is good at is a gun, a short knife or a kitchen knife, which is useless, and it is better to have a slender stick.

"Wow...... Only the poster left by Sister Fuji ......"

Looking at the poster rolled into a cylinder in his hand, Emiya Shirou's shoulders couldn't help but feel a little weak.

So far, it's been the worst. Since there is no way to go down any further, the only way is to move forward.

"---- in tune, let's go!"

At the same time as the hint of switching, magic was injected into the poster, which is about 60 centimeters long.

"---- composition material, explain!"

Concentrate your consciousness and let the touch of magic permeate it.

"---- composition material, reinforcement!"

Convey the magic to all corners of the poster.

"---- the whole project, it's over!"

Cut off contact with the poster and check the results.

The hardness of the poster is now as hard as iron, and as light as before, and the result is impeccable for a sword made on the fly.

"It's smooth, it's done, it's ...... like this"

Emiya Shirou clutched the poster in both hands and stood in the middle of the living room, waiting for the attacker to arrive.

“-------！”

The moment he put on his posture, the cold hairs on his back stood upright.

Killing intent appeared on the ceiling and fell in a straight line.

"What!"

Emiya Shirou dodged forward as if he had fallen, and fell to the ground in an ugly manner. But he quickly stopped and stood up with his makeshift sword in hand.

The cyan man turned slowly, looking very unmotivated.

"Tsk, really, you have to kill the same person twice in a day, has the world become so bloody?"

Emiya Shirou stepped back little by little, carefully closing the distance between himself and the other party.

"Goodbye. Don't get lost this time, little ghost. ”

"Ah----!?h

At the same time as the man's words fell, a sharp pain came from Emiya Shirou's right hand.

It was a split second, and the man stabbed the spear too naturally, without time to react.

Originally, Emiya Shirou should have welcomed his second death like this. But the improvised sword in front of him stopped the spear. The man must have thought it was just ordinary paper, and thought that the poster was a non-existent spear, which was bounced off by the paper sword and grazed Emiya's right hand.

“…… Oh, that's a strange trick. I thought you were an ordinary imp, but I see...... It's faint but feels magical. Throughout the heart is still alive, is that what it is? ”

The man sensed the fact that Shirou Emiya was a magician, and his careless expression disappeared from his face, and his gaze began to sharpen.

"Good, enjoy it a little, don't you?"

The man's body was pressed down and he swung the spear from the side.

Emiya Shirou, who caught a flash of red light out of the corner of his eye, reflexively raised his paper sword to block the body of the gun that was swinging towards his cheek.

"It's so heavy!"

The spear that swung was as heavy as a hammer, and the shaking Emiya Shirou's hands were numb, making him suspect that the bones in his hands were flattened.

"Little ghost, I'm going to ...... again!"

The whirlwind blew on the ground, and the spear drew a graceful arc without touching the wall, and swung again from the opposite direction.

Emiya Shirou reflexively swung his sword, and the sword bent even harder, and although his hands were numb and could not be perceived, he finally blocked the spear.

"I can't use it! I obviously gave you a chance, but I didn't take advantage of it. Forget it, expecting a magician to cut me is delusional in itself. ”

The man re-set up the spear he had just stabbed.

At this moment, Emiya Shirou suddenly jumped backwards with all his might, smashed through the window behind him and rolled into the courtyard. After rolling around like this for a few laps, he stood up and ran towards the warehouse with all his might.

The reason why he ran to the warehouse was because Emiya Shirou knew that he would not be able to escape from the enemy's hands if he simply escaped, and only by resisting could he have a glimmer of life. In order to resist, you must have weapons, and the place where the most items can be used as weapons in the home is the warehouse.

The cyan man scurried after Emiya, and he set up his spear and stabbed it in the back.

Feeling the killing intent behind him, Emiya turned around and struck in the back, but it was a complete hit, and the man's gun was beautifully shot back with one blow.

"I should be able to buy a little time, just take the opportunity to run to the warehouse......"

Just when Emiya Shirou was thinking like this.

"Innocent!"

The cyan man suddenly smiled contemptuously, his body spun, and he kicked the chest of the central defender Gong Shirou in a roundabout way.

"Goo ----!"

It wasn't until his back hit the wall of the warehouse that Shirou Emiya realized what had happened.

The pain in his chest and back made it almost impossible for Emiya Shirou to breathe, and he leaned against the wall and finally stood up.

Looking at the approaching man, Emiya Shirou slammed open the door of the warehouse with all his strength, and rolled in.

"It's over!"

The man stabbed his spear again, a nirvana that could not be avoided.

Shirou spreads out the stick-shaped poster and uses it as a shield that can only be used once.

The impact of "clang", the open poster, the hardness is obviously not comparable to that of rolling up, although it is blocking the gun, but the paper is penetrated, and at the same time it becomes soft again.

"Ahh......h

Emiya Shirou was shocked off by the impact of the spear and bounced off the wall. He sat on the floor and screamed at his heart as it stopped. Then, when I was going to grab something that could be used as a weapon and raised my head--

"It's really over this time, and I was scared of what I just did, little ghost."

In front of him was a man with a spear out, aimed at the heart impartially.

There is no way to dodge and resist, unless there is a miracle birth, this is the last of oneself.

Emiya Shirou was clearly aware of this.

"No kidding, how could you die like this!"

Emiya Shirou watched unwillingly as the spear stabbed him in the chest.

Then, the miracle really happened.

As if by magic, in the dizzying light, something appeared, and with a "clang", it flicked off the spear that was intended to pierce Emiya Shirou's chest, and then advanced towards the man without hesitation.

The sparks exploded again, and the cyan man took a few steps back, then flew out of the warehouse with the agility of a beast.

The man who was physically intimidating and retreating, the one slowly turned his head. As the clouds flowed, the silver moonlight shone into the warehouse, shining on that one.

It was a young girl in a knight's outfit.

The girl looked to be more than fifteen or sixteen years old, and her body was covered with a gorgeous blue and silver-white armor. The long, emerald-like eyes are golden, and they are stunningly beautiful in the moonlight.

The girl stared at Emiya Shirou with jewel-like pupils without emotion. Then in an awe-inspiring voice, he said:

"I ask you, are you my master?"

……