Emiya Shirou doesn't want to work overtime

However, this does not mean that Shana has mastered Alastor's flame, because the flame is drawn out before use, and once mastered, it is used directly.

The breathing technique simply served as a substitute for drawing out Alastor's flame.

"Okay, so strong!"

Shirou Emiya was filled with astonishment as he watched as Shirou mastered the breathing technique in such a short time and improved it to suit his own needs.

You should know that I only managed to learn the Breath of Wind through constant projection and practice.

Later, after Mr. Purgatory reminded him, the projection felt his scorching and unique breathing technique and suddenly realized that it had its own breathing technique.

As for Shana, from mastering the breathing technique to improving it, and then combining it with the power of existence, Shana only spent a few minutes completing this series of steps.

This could not help but surprise Shirou Emiya, who himself had experience learning breathing techniques.

Moreover, Wei's learning speed of breathing techniques was actually considered exceptionally gifted in that world, since not everyone could comprehend their own breathing method.

Shirou Emiya could only lament that people's physical constitutions cannot be generalized.

How long did it take you to learn the breathing technique?

Shana, her face showing a hint of excitement that belied her reaction, asked Shirou Emiya, who looked astonished beside her.

She could sense that the breathing technique Shirou Emiya had mastered was definitely not the most primitive breathing technique. With her extraordinary talent, she had sensed the most primitive breathing technique in Shirou Emiya's breathing technique.

Of course, Shana did not choose the most primitive breathing method. What suits you best is the best, isn't it?

"One, one month."

Emiya Shirou would never lie about this issue, nor would he have any reason to.

"Huh! Huh!"

Shana smiled happily, finally winning against Shirou Emiya in one matter.

From the moment Shana met Shirou Emiya, she felt like she was always at a disadvantage.

Combat experience, combat skills, strength, willpower, lifestyle, height—it seems like something strange has gotten mixed in.

Shirou Emiya basically suppressed Shana in all the areas where she was most proud. If Shirou Emiya were a Flame Haze who had lived for a long time, or an adult, Shana would find some comfort in that.

But Shirou Emiya is not only not a Flame Haze, he is just a human, and even his age is similar to Shirou's.

Shana felt a deep sense of frustration.

Keep in mind that Shirou Emiya wasn't wearing the "Demon Possessed" item when he defeated himself.

Having used it herself, she naturally knew exactly how much water Shirou Emiya had used during their battle.

So Shana was quite happy to have defeated Shirou Emiya in this aspect.

At least I still have areas where I can surpass Shirou Emiya.

Chapter 267 The Fake Zero-Hour Child

This is a place that feels like stepping into the void.

The entire scene was incredibly spacious, except for the rows of pillars on both sides that allowed people to clearly see the road in front of them.

The rest of the place seemed to be swallowed by darkness, like an endless void.

Above this utterly silent expanse lies an endless starry sky.

It seemed to be a room without walls or a ceiling, with only pillars rising neatly from the dark ground on both sides.

Looking ahead along the rows of white cylinders, at the very center of this space, these cylinders tightly surround the objects within.

It was an altar made of pure white stone.

Like these cylinders, they stand out conspicuously in this dark and empty space.

Below the altar, a young girl knelt with her eyes closed, seemingly praying for something. She was completely still, and even a gentle breeze couldn't stir her collar.

Against the backdrop of the pure white pillars and altar, the entire scene was filled with an atmosphere of holiness and solemnity.

The girl was wearing an extremely loose cloak and a hat as soft as a pillow.

She was extremely petite, with short, light blue hair, and her clothes, as if reflecting the surroundings, were predominantly pure white.

Although her overall attire is predominantly white, compared to Joan of Arc, who also wears predominantly white clothing, her loose-fitting attire makes her appear more like a priestess.

She knelt devoutly beneath the altar, and the surrounding stardust shone brightly for her.

"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!"

This place, filled with solemnity and sanctity, was suddenly broken by the sound of footsteps.

"General, why did you suddenly decide to come back?"

A very mature female voice, with a hint of allure, came from this silent space.

Following the direction from which the sound came, a tall figure slowly emerged from the shadows, her footsteps as crisp as high heels on the ground.

She was a tall, mature woman dressed in a jet-black gown, adorned with large chain-like ornaments, and with long, red, waist-length hair flowing naturally down her back.

In terms of temperament alone, she and Semiramis both possess an aura of unapproachability and alluring charm, as well as that...

Of these, Semiramis felt a chill running down her spine, as if she were being stabbed by a venomous snake.

This woman, however, carried an indescribable evil and eeriness within her alluring charm.

As for why, this woman wore a scarlet eyepatch over her right eye, and on her forehead, there was a completely separate third eye.

"Advisor, you know perfectly well that accepting commissions is one of my rare hobbies."

Opposite this woman is Shuten-Douji, who took the Noble Phantasm from Shirou Emiya.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and answered her casually.

"If you can quit smoking, I might believe you."

"I'm afraid that won't work. Cigarettes are also one of my rare hobbies."

With a smile on his lips, Xiudenan slightly withdrew the murky purple flames emanating from his mouth and walked forward.

"Sigh, it's rare for me to come back, and my lovely Hecate is still the same as before, so indifferent."

Xiu Denan took off the sunglasses he was wearing and looked at the girl kneeling on the altar with a look of nostalgia and affection.

Extinguishing his cigarette was naturally out of consideration for the young girl.

But the girl did not open her eyes, as if she had not heard Xiudenan's words. She remained kneeling on the spot, her face expressionless and extremely indifferent.

Having received no response, Xiudenan shrugged and sighed with a look of sadness on his face.

"General, you should know that Hecate has always been like this, right?"

"I would feel so happy to hear Hecate say 'Welcome back' to me."

"General——"

The woman seemed unsure of what to say, closing her eyes, lowering her head, and covering her face with one hand.

"Putting everything else aside, General, you didn't return to the Starry Night Palace just to see Hecate, did you?"

Why not?

Xiu Denan grinned and answered the tall woman with a teasing tone.

"You really dare to say that, General."

The woman's tone was slightly angry.

"You've been wandering around doing nothing all this time, Hecate, you know that. You've always been like this, all you do is pray."

"I've been the one keeping the 'masquerade ball' running for years, and I really hope you can understand."

"But aren't you enjoying it too? Besides, we really know nothing about management."

"However, it's not like I did nothing at all."

Xiu Denan also understood her implied meaning.

The three people here are the Three Pillars of the Imperial Court, whose status is second only to the leader of the alliance in the "Masquerade Ball".

The general in charge of leading troops is "Thousand Changes" Xiu Denan.

Her position is that of a strategist, the "rebellious arbiter" Bellpeor, who is in charge of management.

And Hecate, the "Seat of the Summit," who holds the position of Grand Priest and is responsible for receiving the orders of the Alliance Leader.

These three Crimson World Demon Kings are the ones currently located in the "Masquerade Ball," and have been ruling the "Masquerade Ball" for thousands of years since its leader disappeared.

But now, for the sake of their leader's goals, only Bellpeor is working hard for him, which makes them feel somewhat unbalanced.

"So, General, what exactly did you gain from your wanderings?"

Bellpeor didn't pursue the matter further. Having lived together for so many millennia, she was extremely familiar with the personalities of Schudnan and Hecate.

A faint blue light shone from Xiudenan's hand.

The faint scent emanating from it changed the atmosphere of the scene.

"Midnight Lost Child".

Bellpeor smiled sweetly, but her laughter couldn't hide her joy as she murmured to herself.

"Finally found it."

On that altar, the girl who had been praying also opened her eyes.

Those were a pair of eyes, as clear and bright as jewels.

Her face was cold as she slowly turned around beneath the altar.

The Zero Hour Lost Child in Shudenan's hand quickly floated up and flew in front of Hecate.

A magic circle, like a spell, then unfolded in front of her.

The Lost Child at Zero Hour also rotates under this magic circle.

Just a short while later, Hecate, whose face had been expressionless, frowned.

"what happened?"