Nuclear Sword Immortal Starting from Type-Moon

"Lately, there seem to be more and more knights on the streets," Shirou remarked.

"Ah...because that day is coming soon."

Walking beside Shirou, the blonde girl dressed as a boy explained.

"That day?"

Shirou raised an eyebrow, then immediately understood what Artoria meant.

"The day of the royal selection..."

King Euthyr had been in poor health ever since his decisive battle with King Vortigern.

After delivering Artoria to the old knight Hector's house, she passed away.

After King Uther's departure, someone had to take charge.

And the chosen day is derived from this.

Before his death, King Uther entrusted the sword in the stone to Merlin and the Archbishop of Canterbury, who was at the crossroads of Britain.

Then, announce to everyone €€€€

"Anyone, any knight, whoever draws this sword on the chosen day may be king!"

This means that the day when many knights have been eagerly anticipating their arrival is drawing ever closer.

After all, who wouldn't want to be king?

"Unfortunately, these were all pre-arranged..."

A hint of emotion flashed in Shirou's eyes.

It seems to have given everyone the possibility of becoming king.

In reality, Merlin had already cast a spell on the sword in the stone.

No one but Artoria, who possesses the Red Dragon Factor, could possibly draw this sword.

The right to be king had already been decided internally.

This is just like something out of a TV news report about someone winning a lottery jackpot of 100 million.

What you perceive as luck is actually something that was pre-planned and deliberately shown to you.

This kind of thing happens in every era.

As Shirou was filled with emotion, a faint voice came from beside him.

"I'm so hungry..."

Artoria felt a little lightheaded.

Her dejected appearance made it seem as if she might lose weight from hunger and float away like a balloon at any moment.

"Since we're already here, let's buy some food."

Shirou held the girl's hand as they walked through the bustling street.

After being all lovey-dovey with the girl, they went shopping hand in hand to buy food...

My journey through the Age of Gods is starting to feel more and more like playing a visual novel.

However, it seems like I'm progressing a bit too fast with this CG.

In that case, could it be that what I'm playing is actually an eroge?

Sword bone vs. bench vise...?

I'm not going to think about it anymore; the more I think about it, the more something seems off.

Shirou walked up to a small stall selling flatbread.

"One big pancake and five biscuits!"

The vendor standing behind the stall looked up and glanced at Shirou.

Then, he looked at the girl dressed as a boy who was being led by Shirou's hand.

Immediately afterwards, the vendor's expression became... very intriguing.

!? Give it to me?!

Shirou's current appearance undoubtedly makes him look like a sunny and handsome young man.

And what about Artoria?

Although she was dressed as a man, she looked like a beautiful young man with feminine features.

In this age of gods, there are beautiful young men of this type.

Besides, this is England.

Therefore, it is quite reasonable to be mistakenly believed to have that kind of inclination.

However, Shirou didn't care at all.

Why care about what others think?

The delicate hand I held in my own hands, the small softness I once felt, the sweet and fragrant taste I once tasted on my lips—all of these are real and vivid memories.

Rather, Shirou found the feeling of being the only one who knew the girl's true identity quite interesting.

It even generated a kind of morbid sense of superiority.

If the girl truly becomes queen in the future, can Shirou still smile and say in front of all the Knights of the Round Table:

"Your majestic King Arthur is a completely different person to me."

After such a statement, those knights' CPUs probably burned out immediately.

However, such a situation is unlikely to occur.

After all, he had promised Morgan that he would prevent the girl from becoming queen.

Before that day arrives, Wang Xuan might face a choice.

I would choose Morgan.

I'd still choose the girl next to me.

It's so hard.

Choosing either side will hurt the other.

Before obtaining the power of a Heroic Spirit, Shirou might have still been troubled by such matters.

but now……

This isn't a multiple-choice question; it's clearly a multiple-response question!

"Boss, give me thirty-two pancakes!"

Shirou threw the heavy money bag onto the table.

There was a muffled sound of "bang".

"help yourself."

This money was a thank-you gift from Morgan, and Shirou had kept it within his Reality Marble.

Now it's come in handy.

This is perfect for increasing the girl's favorability; it can be considered "taking from the older sister and using it for the younger sister."

The vendors were dumbfounded.

Looking at that exquisite money pouch, he already regarded Shirou as the son of a nobleman who was traveling incognito.

Even the hand that reached out to count the money was trembling.

Before the fifth century, Britain was ruled by the Western Roman Empire.

Even though Rome is now weak, the shadow of that vast empire still looms over this place.

Semites, bronze coins originating from Rome, remain the mainstream circulating currency.

"One large pancake, five samosas... thirty-two..."

The vendor picked up some scraps of paper and began calculating prices, sweating profusely.

"One hundred and sixty Semihs."

Shirou said casually.

Dude, do we even need to calculate this?

For Shirou, that was nothing at all. If you asked any modern person who had received nine years of compulsory education, they would answer that question in a second.

The vendor, still somewhat skeptical, spent a long time calculating it himself.

Then, he suddenly looked up and nodded in shock.

"This...it really is 160 Semih! You're amazing, sir!"

The vendor's heartfelt praise made Shirou feel a little embarrassed.

This kind of kindergarten-level arithmetic can be praised?