Emiya Shirou doesn't want to work overtime

After Zouken Matou finished speaking, the Holy Grail emitted an incredibly intense light, and a beam of light as thick as a pen shot out from inside the Holy Grail, piercing through the roof of the church and completely illuminating the dark night sky.

Zouken Matou stood before the Holy Grail, awaiting its gifts.

"Uncle, look—!"

　Meanwhile, in the villa on the mountainside of the Yggdmillennia clan, Fiore, sitting in a wheelchair, looked out the window into the distance with an incredulous expression.

The land that had been ravaged by Karna's Noble Phantasm, the Garden of the Rising Sun, during the Holy Grail War was now rapidly revitalizing.

Lush green grass quickly covered the entire barren plain. This was not a magic trick, but a real phenomenon; the land was beginning to recover at an extremely fast pace.

But this was not what shocked Fiore the most.

"Boom—! Boom—!"

At the edge of that plain, countless pebbles flew up from the ground and automatically assembled one by one.

Almost in the blink of an eye, a castle exactly like the one that the Yggdmillennia family now had stood on the plain.

"what happened?"

A black-haired youth shook his head, looking utterly bewildered at the magician standing on the edge of town, staring at him in utter shock, and slowly spoke.

Not only things, but even those who died in the Holy Grail War began to gradually revive.

In this small town on the edge of Tulipas, the magicians and androids who guard it to prevent anyone from discovering the town's destruction witnesses its reconstruction.

"Well--!"

Blood was sprayed onto the floor of the church.

Achilles' spear pierced Joan of Arc's abdomen, partly because Joan of Arc's fighting skills were indeed inferior to Achilles'.

On the other hand, relieved of the worry that Shishikage and Kairi would be killed by Matou Zouken, Jeanne d'Arc planned to use her other Noble Phantasm.

"Ruler! You!"

Achilles did not understand what Joan of Arc was trying to do at this moment, because in his eyes, although he was indeed stronger than Joan of Arc, he would not defeat her so easily.

Joan of Arc simply drew the sword that she always wore at her waist but never drew its sheath.

He used his body to firmly block the spear that had pierced his abdomen.

“Puff…”

With a tearing sound, Joan of Arc slashed her palm with the blade.

Ignoring Achilles, Joan of Arc uttered a fervent prayer.

"The heavens are the glory of God, and the sky is the work of God's hand."

"Language is conveyed by day, knowledge is transmitted by night."

"They can neither talk nor speak, and they can't even hear a sound."

"Warm light shines across the earth, extending to the very ends of the world."

"Climb upwards from the edge of the sky, all the way to the edge of the sky."

"My end is here, my destiny is here, my life is here."

My life is tantamount to nothingness, like a shadow wandering aimlessly.

"My bow is unreliable, and my sword cannot save me."

"With this one and only remaining possession, I wish to protect his steps."

"Lord, I entrust this body to you."

The crimson flames began to burn around Joan of Arc.

Then, he burst out in one breath.

"After despair comes hope!!"

The crimson flames ignited the entire church.

Chapter 216 The Person Who Has No Presence

The morning sun shines down from the sky, illuminating the entire street. One after another, emerald green leaves cover both sides of the road, and the fresh air moves with the wind, carrying the colors of spring to decorate the street scene.

The streets here are not so much bustling as they are orderly.

Although there is a large flow of people on the streets, it is not as noisy as a big city. Instead, it is like Fuyuki City, where Shirou Emiya lives, with a simple and honest folk culture.

The roadside stalls, lined with each other, were filled with all sorts of goods. The vendors, beaming with joy, were trying to attract customers, but none of them made a loud noise; everything was incredibly peaceful.

And on this street, there are all sorts of people.

A woman carrying a bamboo basket and a bag, preparing to go to buy groceries.

A white-collar worker wearing a suit and carrying a bag, ready to go to work.

A resident dressed casually, empty-handed, preparing for his morning run.

Students dressed in uniforms, carrying schoolbags, are getting ready to go to school.

All sorts of people were coming and going in the surrounding residential buildings, creating a bustling scene.

It's quite rare for a street that can accommodate so many people to be so quiet.

It's worth noting that the bustling downtown area of ​​Fuyuki City is quite noisy.

Fuyuki City is usually very peaceful and tranquil; as long as there is no gas explosion, everything is fine.

But Shirou Emiya, who was standing on this street, was not in a good mood.

One reason is that, like those worlds he had previously arrived in, he was an undocumented person, without a residence, identity, or even money.

After all, they were going to the Holy Church for the final battle, and bringing money along seemed rather impolite.

It's as if, ever since experiencing that Taisho era world, Shirou Emiya has given up bringing his cell phone inside.

Because, depending on my fighting style, the phone I just bought will probably be destroyed after only a few days of use.

So Shirou Emiya was not only unregistered at this time, but also penniless. If it weren't for his strong physique, Shirou Emiya's stomach would probably be rumbling right now as he stood on the street.

Emiya Shirou also learned where he was by asking around.

Misaki City.

According to Shirou Emiya, this is a fairly large city in the prefecture, famous for its unique landscape.

The city is characterized by its highly orderly layout.

In the north and south of the city, there is a river that flows through the center of the city.

To the east of the river flows a densely populated commercial district.

To the west of the river flows a residential area lined with mansions.

Connecting the two urban areas on the east and west sides is a rather magnificent large iron bridge.

This iron bridge is called Misaki Bridge.

As for the name of the river, it is called Shinan River.

Of course, after learning this information from the locals, Shirou Emiya almost immediately realized one thing: he had not returned to his own world.

Instead, they arrived in another unfamiliar world.

Emiya Shirou was immediately confused. Why hadn't he returned to his own world this time? He had only experienced one world before quickly returning to Fuyuki.

While we can't use that one experience as a standard, this is already the third world, which is really strange.

Then Shirou Emiya started calculating and realized that it seemed, perhaps, should be a matter of time.

He didn't stay in the Empire for very long; including the time he spent with Esdeath on that isolated island, it was probably only about a month.

Arriving in that parallel world corresponding to himself, from the beginning to the end of the Holy Grail War, only took four days.

All of that probably only takes about a month.

Shirou Emiya spent a full two months in that Taisho era world, so he could only conclude that the time had not yet come.

However, the events he experienced in that parallel world made Shirou Emiya feel that time was exceptionally long, as if he had lived longer than he had in the Taisho era world.

It's mainly due to his own powerlessness. After all, even now, Shirou Emiya would find it hard to say that he could participate in battles between Heroic Spirits.

Another aspect that makes Shirou Emiya unhappy is the strange feeling this world gives him.

Rather than the strangeness of the world itself, it was the people of the world who gave him a profound sense of strangeness.

Just like what was happening right before his eyes.

"flutter--!"

A white-collar worker in a suit was knocked to the ground by students walking towards him. The students continued walking as if they hadn't seen him, and were still talking to each other.

Neither an apology nor a word of help was offered; the students simply walked past the office worker.

The surrounding crowd seemed not to see it either, and no one offered a helping hand to the white-collar worker.

That white-collar worker didn't have the expression one would expect from someone who had been bullied or bumped into.

Instead, he stood up silently and mechanically moved forward, as if what had just happened had not happened to him.

Although Shirou Emiya has low comprehension, is oblivious to the nuances of emotions, and is slow to recognize both kindness and hostility, he possesses a strong ability to observe.

This is not the first time something like this has happened on this street.

When Shirou Emiya first witnessed this, he found himself unable to instinctively step forward to help.

Furthermore, his memory of what had just happened became extremely hazy.

At this moment, Shirou Emiya sensed that something was wrong.

He couldn't believe that he would subconsciously ignore the person who had been bumped into and not go to help him up.

It was as if that person's existence was gradually fading away, making them unnoticed.

If Shirou Emiya is not careful, his gaze will wander elsewhere, and his mind will become confused about what he just saw.