Shirou, who returned from the Fairy Kingdom

Shirou leaped down from the three-meter-high climbing frame, leaving Shinji Matou dumbfounded.

"What exactly happened? You're a man, why can't you speak louder?"

"No, there's no need... You can hear me."

Heh heh... You actually dared to talk back, at least you have some backbone.

Shirou glanced at him, and Shinji immediately took several steps back in fright.

He has a bit of guts, but not much.

"Who was that bullying you just now?"

Shinji replied, "My classmates at school."

Schools seem to be learning facilities for children.

In fact, Shirou was not entirely ignorant of this world, which he had only lived in for seven years.

On the fairy island of "Britain," a treasure called "drifting objects" often appears—

For example, handicrafts, books, and even Shirou Amamiya himself.

They all flowed into "Britain" from this side of the world.

Through the reading materials in the "drifting objects," Shirou gained some information about the human world.

"You're being bullied by other kids, and your parents don't care?"

Shirou doesn't have parents, so he doesn't really know...

But it should be common sense in this world that parents will protect their children.

“I didn’t tell Dad…” Shinji said.

"why?"

Shinji Matou bit his lip and remained silent.

Seeing his expression, Shirou immediately understood: "Hmph, strange pride."

Shinji Matou blushed, his thoughts laid bare: "Why...why are you helping me?"

If I had to put it into words, it would be that this boy named Matou Shinji has a similar... irresistible quality to Bamanshi.

Rather than evoking a protective instinct, it's more like a feeling of "disappointment at their lack of self-confidence."

Of course, Shirou wouldn't admit it; he said nonchalantly.

"Don't take it to heart. I didn't mean to help you; I just don't like them, so I'm meddling in other people's business."

Shinji was taken aback: "Aren't you afraid of retaliation? You'll be bullied by them too."

"Should we just tolerate it because we're afraid of retaliation? That will only embolden the other party to bully us more."

Shirou learned one thing from the history of fairies: weakness can never gain sympathy, only strength can earn respect.

The strongest fairy in Britain is called Reinek, a typical noble fairy who likes to bully the weak and regards humans as worthless.

At first, he also looked down on Shirou Amamiya.

However, as Shirou grew stronger and demonstrated his corresponding strength, he came to regard Shirou as a worthy opponent.

"You should respond to those who bully you in a more intense way."

Shirou pressed down on Shinji's shoulder and began to preach, mimicking the tone of someone he knew well.

"If it's a guy, beat him up; if it's a girl, sleep with her. That way, no one will dare to bully you anymore."

Whenever the sage Grimm instilled these fallacies in Shirou, Morgan would always appear behind him and punch him into the ground.

But those people are no longer around.

For Shirou, there are no people or things he cherishes anymore... In other words, he is invincible!

"Uh...uh..."

Shinji Matou was impressed and shocked by Shirou's aura. He nodded quickly, seemingly understanding, though he didn't know if he had.

"I-I know!"

"Very good. Good that you understand, kid. You're quite talented."

Shirou patted Shinji's shoulder hard and turned around.

As the sun set, the boy with the purple seaweed-like hair looked on as the red-haired boy walked away, his eyes shining brightly.

Today will undoubtedly be a day that Shinji Matou will never forget—

Amamiya Shirou stopped and turned back.

"Shinji."

"Yes, yes! What's wrong?"

"I have nowhere to stay right now, could I stay at your place for a few days?"

……

……

Shirou followed Shinji up the long slope.

At the top of the hill at the end of the slope stands an ultra-luxurious mansion.

Even in Britain, only the highest-ranking noble fairies can live in such large villas.

"Oh, is that your house? It looks quite grand, doesn't it? It doesn't look like a haunted house at all?"

"That's the Tohsaka family."

"My home is over here," Shinji said awkwardly, pointing to another Western-style mansion on the hillside.

In terms of architectural scale and luxury, it is in no way inferior to the one on the mountain, but it is strangely inconspicuous.

The sun had not yet set, but the room was pitch black.

Not only was the lighting extremely poor, but the curtains were also drawn, and there were hardly any lights at all.

"It really does look like a house a vampire would live in," Shirou thought to himself.

"I'll go tell Dad. Amamiya, you wait in the living room."

"Oh, good."

After giving Shirou a few instructions, Shinji quickly ran upstairs to the second floor.

On his way there, Shinji proudly stated that his father was the head of the Matou family.

You can stay here if your father agrees.

If only things could go this smoothly, Shirou sat down in the chair.

The living room was also dimly lit.

Shirou's eyes adapt to darkness much faster than others, but just then—

A chill ran down Shirou's neck, and he turned his head away.

"Kuku... It's amazing that you were able to sense me. You're quite the young man."

In the pitch black, the chirping of insects rang out at just the right moment.

The old man, whose features resembled dark crystals, stood there.

Volume 1, Chapter 4: The Demon Eye from the End

In the darkness stood a short old man.

He was dressed in the country's traditional clothing, his thin and emaciated body exuding a strong sense of oppression, and his wrinkled face had a pair of incredibly sharp eyes.

Judging from his aged appearance, he should be close to 100 years old.

The native humans of "Britain" have a lifespan of only thirty years, while most fairies maintain their youthful appearance forever.

Therefore, Shirou lacks this kind of knowledge and may be unable to make the correct judgment.

His first reaction was that the old man must have lived for at least five hundred years.

"Hey, is there something you need in this room?"

The old man asked, and Shirou narrowed his eyes: There's no mistake, he is Shinji's grandfather—the vampire in the rumors.

"What's wrong, young man? Why aren't you saying anything?"

The old man was talking to himself in a cheerful voice.

"If you don't answer, then I'll treat you as an intruder, huh? Hmph... So what should I do with you?"

Shirou replied calmly, "I was invited by Shinji. Is this the Matou family's etiquette—starting to intimidate guests before even understanding the situation?"

"Shinji's invitation?"

The old man, Zouken Matou, frowned in suspicion: Would his cowardly and incompetent grandson invite someone his own age to play at home?

It's so weird.

What's even stranger is that the red-haired boy in front of them is enveloped in an aura that doesn't belong to his current age.

I just tried to threaten him a little, and if it were an ordinary child, they would have turned pale with fright.

But he not only remained calm, even—

Zouken Matou was taken aback: How could he have overwhelmed my aura?

And those eyes...

The red-haired boy's amber eyes seemed to possess some kind of power, easily seeing through everything about him.

"........."

An elderly man and a teenager, who appear to be a hundred years apart in age, confront each other.

The air gradually became thicker and harder to breathe, and just then—

"--palace!"

Excited children's voices came from upstairs.

"Dad agreed! You can stay here!"

Shinji Matou excitedly ran down the stairs and rushed to Shirou.

"What are you doing standing here? Listen to me, Dad agreed!"

"It just so happens that the maid at home was driven away by Grandpa a few days ago. If you could help with the housework... uh, Grandpa?"

Zouken Matou scoffed unhappily, "What? So it really was someone Shinji brought."

"Grandpa! Who is this person...?"

Shinji quickly explained the situation to him.

Of course, the proud teenager concealed the fact that he was bullied by other children, only emphasizing that the playmates were people he met on the street.

During the introduction, the old man kept staring at Shirou's face, and the latter met his gaze fearlessly.

"What's your name?"

"Shirou, Amamiya Shirou."

Upon hearing this name, Zouken Matou immediately lost interest.

He had assumed the boy came from some special family of magicians.

For example, instead of Amemiya, it could be Emiya...

Is he just an ordinary kid?

Well, even though my own grandson is like this, I can't rule out the possibility that he might be a true genius who was already extraordinary at the age of 7 or 8.

Zouken Matou paused for a moment before saying, "Since this is a guest brought home by my grandson, I won't say anything more."

But just to be on the safe side, let me ask you this first—you wouldn't harm an innocent citizen, would you?

His cloudy eyes shone with a sharp light, as if he wanted to pierce through Shirou.