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"Whoa!" Gudako felt a sudden lightness in her body, followed by a feeling of weightlessness, like falling on a roller coaster.

The boy jumped off the building with Gudako in his arms, and seconds later, the building collapsed.

When the boy and girl landed on the ground, apart from a few Servants, only one staggering passerby managed to escape.

The gun fired, and the bullet pierced through the passerby's body, delivering a fatal blow.

"Because Holmes and I often use disguises to get things done, we can tell whether someone is seriously injured and dying in just ten seconds."

The passerby, clutching his wound, reverted to his original posture; it was none other than the wounded Yan Qing, whose spiritual core had been destroyed and was beyond saving.

"Ah...it's over...I'm a true hero of Liangshan! I wouldn't even flinch if I died here, ah, no...I lost all my backbone a long time ago. Ever since the phantom spirit of my doppelganger merged into my body, when I transform into someone else, even the memories come flooding in."

The memories of those thugs and nouveau riche who deserved to die, those who fought to the death and were then killed by me—their minds were so muddled that they couldn't distinguish which memories were their own and which belonged to others.

This free-spirited swordsman had long been lost, which is why he was summoned to this world. In the moments before he disappeared, Yan Qing suddenly remembered some things from his past life, things he regretted...

He should have stopped his master, even if it meant killing him. His master was deceived by the leader who was obsessed with becoming an official. Otherwise, as a fellow disciple of Yue Fei, he would have been the second-in-command of Liangshan, conquering Fang La, repelling the Liao Kingdom, a hero for a lifetime, and the one with the greatest military achievements.

Who could have imagined that he would end his life in such an ugly way, being poisoned and unable to ride a horse, and falling into the water after getting drunk on a boat?

It is said that a subject should die for his master, but he chose to leave his master, taking his gold and silver treasures with him, and left alone.

"It seems that retribution has already fallen on me. When did I lose my pride and composure as a hero, and where did they disappear to?"

Yan Qing revealed a sorrowful smile, then transformed into a glowing light and disappeared.

The 108 heroes of Liangshan, legendary reincarnations of demonic stars, included chivalrous and benevolent warriors who served their country and people, as well as wicked cannibals and treacherous villains. Seeing their nation in peril, they accepted the imperial amnesty. They rallied their forces, shed blood and sacrificed themselves, quelled the Fang La rebellion, and waged war against the Liao Dynasty. They achieved great feats, yet few met a peaceful end.

"..." Shirou pondered for a moment. He had seen many heroes by now. They were incredibly powerful as heroic spirits, but how many of them had ended in tragedy? Heroes were mostly tragic figures; they were the embodiment of ideals, yet their fates were always regrettable. That's why they are still remembered by the world after thousands of years.

Like a knight king who had given his all and sacrificed everything for the happiness of his people, but in the Battle of Camlann, he could only watch helplessly as the kingdom he had worked so hard to build over ten years was destroyed in the flames of war, and could only weep alone with his sword.

It's like Cú Chulainn was targeted and killed by an enemy who was working against a vow he had made.

Like Hercules, who could not bear the torment of the poisonous blood and burned himself to death;

........................

"Integrity, pride, if people lack these things, can they still live a good life..." Moriarty muttered to himself.

"Hmph, I'm a fake. Don't ask me if I'm alive or not. As for integrity, I think we should just feed it to Cavalier II!" Joan of Arc snorted.

"Heh, that's exactly what a shameless panda would say," Artoria said with a sneer.

"Shameless or sorry... Hmm? Panda?" Joan of Arc was about to retort when she realized what she meant and asked in confusion.

“Hmm, black and white…” Holmes said.

"Still swaying back and forth while holding the bamboo..." Gudako nodded in agreement.

“Pandas are super cute and incredibly popular! Their ability to make money and gain fans is unparalleled in the industry,” Shirou said.

“Those are flags!! Burn them!” Joan of Arc retorted loudly.

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Chapter 101 The Final Battle Begins

In this desolate and abandoned Shinjuku, there stands only one newly built building, a tower in the northern center. It is also the gun that the evil Moriarty intends to use to destroy the world. He plans to summon a meteorite from outer space, have it fall into the gun, and then strike the Earth's core to achieve his goal of world destruction.

What kind of conspiracy or trickery was involved remains unknown to the young people.

After a hard-fought battle with Assassin Yan Qing, Shirou and the girls decided to return to their base to rest.

“Tomorrow is the final battle,” Holmes said.

"Let's take it down in one go!" the bearded man said.

"In any case, let's let the seniors rest today and work hard again tomorrow!" Mash from Chaldea suggested.

"That's true. How about Holmes join me for a drink?" the uncle invited.

“If there were fine wines…” Holmes said with a light laugh.

The two of them then went outside.

"Here, the bed's already made for you. Go get some sleep," Shirou said to Gudako.

"Yes... Haa." Gudako yawned and obediently climbed into bed. After a day of intense fighting, she was indeed very tired.

Meanwhile, Artoria was squatting to one side, stroking Ca-Vall II and smoothing his fur.

Seeing this, Shirou also went forward and squatted down next to the blonde girl.

"Tomorrow is the final battle, so as a special treat tonight, I'll pour you a full bowl of food," Artoria said.

"Woof." The white dog understood the girl's words, happily rubbed against Artoria, and then licked Shirou's hand.

Joan of Arc observed this and said, "Hmph, let this dog fend for itself. No one will take care of it afterward anyway."

“Jeanne, come and touch it too, it’s all furry and very friendly,” Shirou said with a smile.

"Eh?" Joan of Arc hesitated for a moment after hearing the boy's words, and reached out her hand.

"Woof." Ca-vall II looked at the girl with his big, bright black eyes, as if making an invitation expectantly.

"...What nonsense are you talking about? I'm going to sleep too!" The silver-haired girl withdrew her hand, which she had almost reached out to, and turned away.

"Hmph, what an ignorant girl who doesn't know how to appreciate things. This is a direct descendant of Ca-vall, the hunting dog that rendered meritorious service to me and was granted a title! I could even acknowledge its right to inherit the title now," Artoria said.

"Huh? Is that so? I see." Shirou scratched the big white dog's chin and asked with a smile. Although it was hard to connect the Siberian sled dog Samoyed with the hunting dogs used to hunt wild boar in ancient Britain, since the girl said so, he would just take it as such.

After all, if the white cat in the Arthurian legend is Fou, then the dog in it probably wouldn't be an ordinary creature either.

“That’s right, so you see… if Shirou doesn’t perform well, his status will be below that of the Second Prince.” Artoria said with a light laugh.

"Then I'll have to work hard. But my king, if I achieve great merit, what official position do you plan to appoint me to?" Shirou asked casually, stroking the white dog.

Artoria blushed slightly and whispered, "Um... anyway, I'll join the Knights of the Round Table first, and become their personal... or something."

Unfortunately, Shirou didn't hear him; he was stroking the white dog and praising it, "How remarkable, Ca-vall II, you are now a British nobleman."

"Woof..." The white dog squinted its eyes comfortably and stuck out its tongue affectionately at Shirou.

"...Enough!! I'm going upstairs for a walk, and none of you are allowed to follow me!" Artoria frowned and stormed upstairs.

"Hey? Is she a little angry?"

"Wangwu?"

Shirou and the white dog looked at the departing girl with confusion.

The blonde girl stepped out of the basement. It was still dark outside; this place had never seen the sun since the change.

However, it is indeed time for humans to rest now. The city has fallen silent. The lights on the high-rise buildings in the wealthy district have been turned off, and the biker gangs who used to roam the streets have gone home to rest.

Gazing at the lights outside the gun-shaped tower, this absurd, cruel, and sinful neighborhood will soon come to an end. As outsiders to this place, they too will have to return to where they came from.

A cold wind blew by, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of loneliness and desolation.

The blonde girl suddenly spoke up.

Is Leonardo da Vinci there?

"Yes, yes, I've always been here." The 3D screen projected down, and the black-haired woman said with a smile.

"There's something I'd like to ask you," Artoria said earnestly, looking at Leonardo da Vinci.

...........

The next morning, Gudako smelled the aroma of food, got out of bed, squinted, put on her stockings, and changed her clothes.

"Good morning, Gudako-senpai," Mash greeted with a smile from Chaldea.

Good morning, Mashu.

"Please wash up. Shirou-senpai has already prepared breakfast for you," Mash said.

"Yes..." Gudako replied, rubbing her eyes as she went upstairs from the basement.

At this moment, Shirou temporarily switched back to normal mode and was busy in the kitchen, where a large pot of meat porridge was simmering and steaming.

At the table closest to the kitchen, the silver-haired girl and the silver-haired girl were arguing fiercely.

"So your tongue is ruined? It seems the British really don't know how to appreciate good food," Joan of Arc said with a mocking smile, looking at the blonde girl.

"A hamburger is enough for breakfast. Do you want to eat snails? An assault girl who eats insects, that suits you perfectly," Artoria said with a sneer.

"Canned meat and mushroom porridge, we still have a lot left, would you like another serving?" Shirou asked as he approached.

"Shirou! I want more!" Jeanne handed him the bowl.

"Okay." Shirou took the bowl from the silver-haired girl, scooped a full bowl for her, and smiled with some regret.

"I'm so glad you like it. If there were more ingredients here, I could cook you a nice meal."

"This is already delicious enough. Although I'm a Servant, it doesn't matter whether I eat it or not. But if you really want to make something delicious for me to try, then I don't mind if I try it," Jeanne said awkwardly.

"I know, I'll definitely invite you to eat here if I have the chance," Shirou replied with a light laugh.

"I've remembered what you said. If you dare to lie to me, I'll burn you!" Joan of Arc said seriously, looking at the boy.

"..." Artoria, who was standing to the side, frowned in displeasure upon seeing this scene.

Chapter 102 Phantom Demon Alliance

"Hmm..." Artoria looked at the boy and then said, "Shirou, I'll have one too."

Shirou agreed, went into the kitchen, filled a bowl for the girl, and handed it to her with both hands.

"Okay, it's very hot, be careful."

"Mmm." The blonde girl reached out and took the steaming porridge from the boy's hand. When her hand touched the boy's hand, which was warmer than usual because he was cooking.

For some reason, this feeling felt somewhat familiar, and a warm feeling, like being at home, arose in my heart.

The girl looked up at the boy, a different kind of light appearing in her eyes.

Looking into the girl's eyes, Shirou sensed something and in that instant recalled that he had indeed done the same thing a long, long time ago.

Back then it was on a small wooden table on a tatami mat, but now it's on the counter of a hamburger shop.

That was in the Japanese-style house. On the living room table connected to the kitchen, every time it was mealtime, he would scoop up a generous amount of rice for the blonde girl and hand it to her.

'Could the girl have memories of that time?' Shirou thought to himself, then chuckled and shook his head, dismissing the idea.

Ultimately, they don't even live in the same world. So, was the Saber he knew in his past life really the girl in front of him?

"Shirou-senpai, everyone... good morning! It smells so good!" Gudako walked up at that moment.

"Ah... good morning. Sit down first, I'll go get it for you," Shirou said.

"Okay! Shirou's mom is the best!" Gudako said with a grin, finding a comfortable spot to get down.

"Why did I have to have a daughter like you?" Shirou tapped Gudako on the head in annoyance.

"Oh, young man, you're quite the remarkable fellow. Could I have one too?" Moriarty said as he approached.

"Sure, would you like some too?" Shirou replied, glancing at the man next to him who was smoking a pipe.

“East Asian-style mushroom porridge, please give me one, thank you, Shirou,” Holmes said.

Moriarty sipped his hot porridge and sighed, "Ah, at this age of 50, having hot food like this in the morning is a lifesaver. But why am I an old man while Holmes appears as a young man? Is this the difference between a protagonist and a supporting character? It's so unfair!"

"Moriarty was quite active along the way, you know," Gudako said reassuringly.

"Master, you truly are my soulmate!" Moriarty said, deeply moved.

"Although he helped us a lot, he's still more like a villainous old man," Gudako said with a smile.

"Waaah... Uncle's heart is aching so much." Moriarty collapsed onto the table.

“Gudako, that was a real blow,” Holmes said with a smile.

The crowd chuckled softly.

After breakfast, the group, full of energy, set off directly towards the tower to the north.

This team boasts top-tier Servants Artoria and Jeanne d'Arc, along with Holmes and Moriarty. Shirou, possessing a spirit origin made from the Holy Grail, is no less formidable than any other Servant. Their team is now undoubtedly the strongest force in Shinjuku.

Since there were no Servants left to lead, the monsters and mercenary Suzumebachi that blocked Shirou and his companions' path, although quite powerful, were easily defeated one by one by the combined efforts of the five Servants.

The bullies and thugs, seeing this, would simply take a detour and wouldn't bother them at all.