Please play Fate/Go with me.

"Ah, sorry, because you were so suspicious, I treated you like an enemy." Shirou realized what he meant and quickly apologized.

"Huh? Suspicious? Master, is that how you see me too?" The middle-aged man asked Gudako, feeling disheartened.

“Suspicious,” Gudako replied honestly.

"Ah!!" The uncle knelt down on the ground in despair.

"Why do you still care about this in this day and age? You've been suspicious from beginning to end," Leonardo da Vinci retorted.

"In short, my goal is to regain my true name, repair my spirit origin, and serve you better, is that alright, Master?" The uncle, who had finally managed to cheer up, extended his hand to Gudako.

"I'd be happy to." Gudako smiled and shook the old man's hand.

Thus, Shinjuku Archer officially joined the team.

Before the next wave of pursuers arrived, everyone quickly left Shinjuku Station and returned to their base in the basement of the hamburger shop.

"Woof woof." Ca-vall II greeted his master's return at the door.

The middle-aged man approached with great interest, saying, "Heh heh, what a friendly dog! Come on, shake hands."

The white dog ignored him and turned his face away.

"Want some dog food? Here, it's really good." The uncle handed her another piece of dog food.

Snapped!

The white dog swatted the dog food away with its paw.

"Does this dog look down on me?!" the uncle exclaimed in surprise as he stood up.

"Woof woof." The white dog gave the old man a disdainful look.

"Hmm, it seems the ranking here has been determined." Gudako nodded with her arms crossed.

The king is the head of the household; Shirou is in charge of household chores and manages all aspects of life; Gudako is being taken care of; Ca-vall II is a reliable and adorable helper; and there is also a suspicious uncle.

At this moment, Shirou stood up and said to the blonde girl, "I'm going out to scout out the situation nearby. I'll leave this to you, Artoria."

"Is Shirou-senpai going out?" Gudako asked.

"Well, actually, after arriving here, I sensed a strange aura that has been bothering me, so I'll investigate it a bit," Shirou said.

“Then I’ll go too,” Gudako said.

"No, Gudako is already very tired. Let her rest here for a while. Don't worry, I can transform into a Heroic Spirit to fight if necessary, or at least escape," Shirou said.

“I understand. After all, Shinjuku Archer is here, so I can’t leave. Shirou seems quite strong, but there are a lot of magicians, dolls, and Suzumebachi here. Be careful,” Artoria warned.

"Alright, I'm prepared." Shirou said, projecting the artifact that Perseus used in the epic to make him disappear into thin air in the form of a cloak, and draped it over himself.

With the help of the Magic Eye, his projection magic reached a new level; he could now perform projections smoothly even without targeting a sword. Although the functions were somewhat different—this cloak lacked the ability to change form and was only specialized for invisibility and sound silencing—it lacked the ability to do so.

Unless you're a Servant or a magical beast with exceptionally keen senses, you generally won't be able to detect it. Aside from the restriction that you can't use other Noble Phantasms while using this one, it's a very powerful stealth Noble Phantasm.

Just hours ago, Shirou vividly remembered the scene of accompanying the girls shopping, but now, arriving at the same place, he felt an overwhelming sense of unease.

As one of the most bustling areas of this international metropolis, it is frequented by many foreigners, and... most of them are Chinese.

At night, all sorts of shady characters roam the area, from agents looking for actresses to foreign gangs and Yakuza. The area was once the site of a massive purge known as the "Shinjuku Incident." Although the security situation has improved considerably, it still retains the reputation of being a "black and seductive street."

This area boasts the internationally renowned commercial street, Kabukicho, also known as the "city that never sleeps," which is divided into two streets, Ryochome.

Kabukicho 1-chome (one street) is home to a variety of restaurants and entertainment venues.

Ni-chome (Second Street) is mostly nightclubs, clubs, and love hotels.

It's like a miniature version of old Shanghai, where White Russian nobles were reduced to prostitution here, while nouveau riche foreigners who couldn't make it in the concessions were lording it over everyone.

Among them are geisha who sell their art but not their bodies, who are trained from childhood to be proficient in various arts such as music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and who specialize in accompanying literati and politicians in romantic pursuits.

There are also male escorts and female hostesses who coax customers to buy alcohol, and behind them is the Love Hotel, which is lit up with pink and purple lights everywhere.

As for the nearby Shinjuku 2-chome, we encourage interested young people to go there on their own in the evening.

But even in chaotic streets, there shouldn't be ghosts, cannibals, and bandits everywhere.

Shirou frowned as he looked at the city, which had completely fallen into ruin.

A loud bang suddenly erupted ahead, followed by towering flames that engulfed the entire street. These were demonic flames of hatred and rage, and the resulting shockwaves were so intense that even through the cloak, one could feel the burning heat.

Shirou once again sensed that feeling of encountering a nemesis, just like Perseus, the Heroic Spirit corrupted by the black mud, who had invaded the world before.

In the dark alleyways of the street where flames erupted, a dark figure staggered out, leaning on a flagpole for support.

This was a silver-haired girl wearing black armor, with a pretty, snow-white face. At this moment, she looked haggard and tired, and she stumbled and fell to the ground.

"Damn it! That black guy with the bow! He escaped like a jet, spewing flames. Next time... I'll definitely... kill him." The girl on the ground cursed unwillingly. Having made a last-ditch effort, she had exhausted her magic power and didn't even have the strength to walk.

"I can't move at all... Oh well, dying here is better than being burned to death. Will I be dragged into the river to drown, or stripped naked and humiliated to death...?" The girl lying on the ground had no way of knowing anymore. She was just laughing mockingly, as if she was mocking the world, or as if she was mocking herself. Finally, she closed her eyes as if she had given up on everything.

"Um... I wouldn't do that... Hmm, where should I even begin to make that comment?" Shirou, who had just stepped forward, overheard the girl's words. With no one around, it was as if the girl was speaking directly to him, making him feel quite awkward and unsure how to respond.

Chapter 83 French-style Disdain and Arrogance

This is Shinjuku, a place of severed demonic realms, a hellish place destined for destruction. Here, all good has ended, leaving only the surviving evil. The heroic spirits summoned here possess only the attribute of evil; otherwise, even a top-tier heroic spirit as powerful as the King of Knights will be rejected by this sinful world.

However, even heroic spirits defined as evil have their own principles and are not all villains who attempt to destroy the world and enjoy killing.

Therefore, the uncooperative servants were naturally attacked by the other servants.

Driven to the brink of despair by a black mud servant wielding a bow, she attempted to self-destruct, unleashing her final Noble Phantasm to take the servant with her, but he escaped. Thus, the girl, her magical energy depleted, met a tragic end, collapsing in the street.

Shirou sensed the aura of his nemesis, the Heroic Spirit corrupted by the black mud, and tracked him here. He happened to see the flames erupting during the battle and thus came to this place.

And so he happened to overhear what the silver-haired girl, who was lying on the ground in despair, was saying.

"Who are you? You seem strange. You're clearly human, yet you have a subtle air about you that of a Heroic Spirit. You're much better than these inexplicable monsters around here." The silver-haired girl frowned as she looked at the seemingly harmless newcomer.

"Well, I suppose I can be considered a Master too, coming from Chaldea. You were summoned here as a Servant, you must have heard about it, right?" Shirou said, putting away his invisibility cloak.

"Chaldea?! Chaldea's Master! Don't try to fool me just because I'm a country girl! The Master who solved seven singularities is clearly a woman! Do you want to be burned alive?!" Jeanne Alter, with her silver hair and black helmet, raised her head and glared at her, shouting fiercely.

'No, even if you say that, a threat made while lying on the ground isn't scary at all.'

"I'm a helper sent by Chaldea. The Master you mentioned is Gudako, and she's here too," Shirou explained.

"Hmm, you don't seem to be lying, so I'll believe you for now."

"Alright, let's get up first." Shirou reached out his hand, ready to help the girl to her feet. "By the way, I'm Shirou, what's your name?"

“Joan of Arc…” the silver-haired girl replied.

"Huh? Joan of Arc? The French national heroine?" Shirou said in surprise.

The silver-haired girl angrily slapped the boy's hand away and roared, "No way! I'm Jeanne d'Arc·Alter, understand?! If you confuse me with that annoying saintess again, I'll burn you!"

“Jeanne d’Arc Alter, huh?” Shirou nodded thoughtfully. So the girl in front of him was a reversed state similar to Artoria. Although Jeanne d’Arc was a canonized being, there were many legends in the opposing country of England that said she was actually a witch.

"What's wrong! Is it because it's a fake?!" the silver-haired girl shouted angrily.

Shirou shook his head and said, "No, actually I'm often called Faker too, but I don't think my projected Noble Phantasm is inferior to the real ones. I know you're a different existence in history, so I'll still call you Jeanne d'Arc, after all, you're the first Jeanne d'Arc I ever met."

"An imposter, huh? Heh, that suits you perfectly, Shirou! In that case, I'll grant you special permission to call me that." The silver-haired girl laughed happily, but she insisted on raising her eyebrows and glaring, turning her perfectly good smile into the wicked grin of a villain.

'To the uninitiated, that smile might make him look like a villain plotting to destroy the world, though he seems genuinely happy about it, which is fine too.'

Although his attitude was still awkward, Shirou felt that he had been accepted, so he reached out his hand to the silver-haired girl again.

"So...can you stand up now?"

"Thank you..." This time, the silver-haired girl surprisingly obediently extended her hand, using it to help her stand up. However, she quickly realized her mistake and immediately changed her tune, "Hmph! I didn't say anything!"

"Hmm...you're welcome," Shirou replied with a smile.

"Are you deaf? I already said I didn't say thank you!" Jeanne shouted. The girl looked away, somewhat flustered, and dared not meet the boy's gaze.

"Yes, yes," Shirou replied with a smile, as if coaxing a child. 'He may have a sharp tongue, but he's surprisingly honest.'

"Hmph! What are you laughing at!" Joan of Arc forcefully shook off the boy's hand and scolded, "Don't look at me! And don't hold my hand like that! I'll burn you!"

"She looks so energetic; she seems to be recovering quite well." Shirou now understood the personality of the heroic spirit girl before him to some extent. If he was familiar with the typical Japanese tsundere, then this girl was more like a French tsundere.

"Hmph! Since you claim to be the Master of Chaldea, I'll reluctantly accept you as my contract partner. But listen carefully! From now on, you are not allowed to deceive me, and you are not allowed to betray me! If I find out that you are lying to me, I will burn you to death immediately." Jeanne Alter said with a fierce expression.

"Yes, yes, let's reunite with everyone first. You also need a safe place to recover your magic." Shirou said, preparing to take the girl back to the basement of the hamburger shop.

This is Mashu using 3D image magic to find you.

"Shirou-senpai, I've finally found you! Ah! You've already found Jeanne d'Arc! You truly are senpai; it seems you can find any woman without hesitation," Mash said admiringly.

"Mash, what you said seems a bit ambiguous. What's going on?" Shirou asked, frowning.

"Hey! You're the Shielder from Chaldea. Why aren't you here?" Jeanne asked.

“Yes, for some reason, I haven’t been able to get here yet,” Mashu said.

"Hmm... I feel a little uneasy without your strong defense, but oh well, there's always a way," Joan of Arc said.

"Thank you for the compliment. I didn't expect Miss Jeanne to have such a high opinion of me," Mashu said somewhat shyly.

Joan of Arc said, "Ah, I know you are the kind of person who, even if you are crying and trembling, will hold your shield and stand at the forefront, never retreating a single step. That hateful saintess, in the end, doesn't even know what fear is, so from a human perspective, someone like you is much better. Ah, if you were here, I certainly wouldn't have lost to that black guy with the bow!"

“Well, even though I’m not here, Shirou-senpai is here. He’s much more reliable than me, so there won’t be any problems,” Mash said.

"Shirou...?" Jeanne Alter glanced at the boy with disdain, then said, "Just make sure he doesn't drag me down."

'I really don't know who that guy was who was lying on the ground and needed to be pulled up to stand up...' Shirou thought helplessly.

Chapter 84 The Lily Wars between England and France

"Ah! Shirou-senpai!"

"Hey! Shirou."

Gudako and Artoria walked over.

"As expected of Shirou-senpai! He's already found Jeanne and established a good relationship with her!" Gudako exclaimed in surprise, looking at the boy with great admiration. He truly was someone she wanted to entrust with taking care of her for the rest of her life.

"Oh, Gudako, the Master of Chaldea, you've come too. Looks like you've escaped with your life, Shirou." Jeanne confirmed the girl's identity and awkwardly grinned at Shirou beside her.

"Well, thank you for your magnanimity," Shirou said casually.

"Shirou, what's wrong with that stupid woman next to you?" Artoria glared at her golden eyes, seemingly asking angrily.

"Ah, Artoria, she is too..." Shirou was about to explain when he was interrupted by the silver-haired girl.

"...I thought it was someone else. Why did you, you annoying, cold-blooded woman, follow us here? Didn't we agree to leave each other alone?!" Jeanne stepped forward, shielding Shirou behind her, and shouted angrily.

"Hmph... You're acting like a dog guarding its food, but you've got the wrong person. Shirou is my Master, and you've already formed a contract with me. You're in my way, get out of my sight!" Artoria said.

“Master? Shirou! He should be my Master! We just formed a contract!” Jeanne retorted.

"How shameless! You mere assault girl who only knows how to charge forward, showing off your defeated dog-like appearance, are you trying to deceive my Master's sympathy? Get away from Shirou!" Artoria said, pulling the boy to her side.

"Hey! Cold-blooded woman! I've also made a contract with Shirou, why should I listen to you?!" Jeanne grabbed Shirou's shoulder and wouldn't let go.

"Artoria, Jeanne, calm down. We're all on the same side, let's get along well," Shirou advised.

"Shirou... you want me to get along with this guy? I never thought he would be a comrade!"

"Shirou, are you kidding me? Get along well with this cold-blooded woman? Look at that, it's already turned black, but it's still a holy sword. Her taste is disgusting. I'm already at my limit just by enduring it."

"Those French country girls are so vulgar and rude!"

"Is the nouveau riche king of Britain so great?"

"Ouch!"

"what!"

Artoria and Jeanne stared at each other, as if electric sparks were colliding fiercely.

“If this weren’t the world we’re in, but a normal Holy Grail War, you would be the first person I cut down,” Artoria Alter sneered, raising her holy sword.

"What a coincidence! Actually, that's what I was thinking too. If we want to fight, why bother choosing a place? I'll just kill you now." Joan of Arc Alter grinned wickedly and raised her flag spear.

The two girls clashed directly, their swords flashing and spears clashing in the air, sparks flying.

The blonde girl, as the queen symbolizing victory, wields the holy sword, employing swordsmanship honed through countless battles.

The silver-haired girl inherited the defensive skills that led France to victory in several battles against overwhelming odds, recaptured the city, and never suffered a single injury on the battlefield, demonstrating fortress-like defensive combat techniques.