A certain crossover anime's nuclear-powered sword immortal

"We're planning to check out that clothing store next, want to come along?"

"I see. Let's go take a look then."

Shirou seemed completely unfazed by the tense atmosphere between Jeanne and Saber, which suggested they were about to draw their swords at each other, and spoke with a relaxed air.

Seeing that Saber was still standing stiffly staring at Jeanne, Shirou grabbed her slender wrist and pulled her toward the clothing store.

"Alright, Saber, let's go."

"Eh? Shirou...!"

Suddenly pulled out of that state of preparation, Saber felt a little lost, but she didn't resist Shirou's actions.

Upon arriving at the clothing store, unlike the previous lingerie store, there were no obstructive staff blocking the way, allowing Shirou to freely choose outfits for Saber and the others.

"This maid outfit would definitely suit you perfectly, Saber~"

"Ilya, the shrine maiden outfit and white stockings are a perfect match."

"Medea, office lady style suits you well, why don't you try it on?"

"Sakura, wear this just for me—"

Before Shirou could finish speaking, he was dragged away by Rin amidst the shy gazes of several girls.

Chapter Forty-Eight: Where Not Allowed

Although somewhat reluctant, the girls eventually tried on the outfits Shirou recommended. Although they later changed back into their original everyday clothes, Shirou had already had a very good eye-opening experience.

Finally, Scáthach thought Medea's office lady outfit looked pretty good, so she decided to try it on herself. It has to be said that the office lady look was a perfect match for her mentor's style.

Shirou observed closely. The white shirt and black pencil skirt outlined her almost perfect figure, and the high heels of her shoes made her rounded ankles seem to be lifted high, making the arches of her feet more curved, forming a sexy and alluring curve with her full forefoot and toes.

"It would be even more perfect if you wore a pair of glasses..."

Shirou commented with a hint of regret.

"That's enough!" Rin glared at Shirou, her fierce expression making him worry that she might rush over and bite him at any moment.

It was already dusk by then. Shirou and his group parted ways with Karen and the others, and then took the train home.

By the time we reached the intersection of Fukayama-cho and Shinto, dusk had already fallen.

"Did you have a good time today?" Shirou asked Rin as they were about to part ways.

"Hmm... If it were just the two of us, Shirou, I would definitely think that you wanted to be my boyfriend," Rin teased.

"Ah……"

As the girl was about to leave, Shirou leaned close to her ear and whispered something.

"There will definitely be an opportunity, a real date."

Suddenly, the girl's ear tips began to burn, and then blushed.

After saying "I'm leaving now!", he quickly fled the intersection.

The group stood there watching the girl's figure gradually disappear into the distance.

Suddenly, a raindrop the size of a grain of rice landed on my face. If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have noticed that a light drizzle had started.

"Shirou, I'm so hungry..." Saber looked up.

"Okay, let's go home." Shirou patted her head.

With the first

After several experiences, he became more comfortable touching her, and Saber only looked at Shirou with slightly flushed cheeks, without resisting at all.

Then, Shirou went a step further and touched the ahoge (cowlick) standing upright on the girl's head.

Suddenly, Saber tensed up as if facing a formidable enemy, took a step back, and protected her ahoge (cowlick) with both hands.

"What's wrong?" Shirou was dumbfounded by the girl's reaction.

“No, not there…!” Saber said seriously.

"..." Shirou was speechless for a moment.

"Why? Touching your head is okay, but not your ahoge?"

“This is equivalent to something like ‘the majesty of a king,’ or you could say it’s the dragon’s Achilles’ heel,” Saber explained earnestly.

"...I've learned something new," Shirou said with a smirk.

……

In the final moments of nightfall, a sliver of sunlight still lingered at the edge of the horizon.

After airfreighting his suitcase full of changes of clothes, Webber Velvet was preparing to board his return flight.

However, on that journey, he encountered Amakusa Shiro, whom he had met once before.

"Are you leaving, Lord El-Melloi II?"

"That's right, I've already lost, and there's no need for me to stay here any longer."

Weber nodded, then continued to look at Amakusa Shiro in front of him.

"You came to me to ask about the other Servants I've encountered, right?"

“The moment you lost your Servant, our cooperation was essentially over, and you don’t need to provide me with that information.”

Amakusa Shiro smiled slightly.

"However, I still want to know, as a friend, who defeated you, Lord El-Melloi II."

“It’s okay to tell you. His name is Orihara Shirou, the Servant he summoned is Saber, and his identity is King Arthur of Britain.”

Hearing Weber's somewhat calm reply, Amakusa Shiro nodded with some satisfaction.

"Is that so? Even their identities are so clear now."

However, upon hearing Amakusa Shiro's words, Waver suddenly revealed a smile that Amakusa Shiro found somewhat mysterious.

"Even if I knew all this, it wouldn't matter. That person wouldn't care about any of this..."

Under Amakusa Shiro's somewhat stunned gaze, Waver uttered his final farewell words to him.

"Consider this a piece of advice: don't go and make enemies with that guy."

"Even though you say that..."

Amakusa Shiro gave a somewhat bitter smile.

"But if I don't move forward, perhaps even the meaning of my existence will disappear."

"Is this so..."

After giving the boy one last deep look, Weber turned and left, leaving behind only a weary, travel-worn figure.

……

Late at night.

On a winter night, the moonlight is hazy, as if through a thin mist, casting a desolate glow on the ground.

The street, like a calm river, meanders through the dense shade of trees, with only the leaves rustling in the wind and rain seeming to recall the hustle and bustle of the day.

Lorelia walked alone on the deserted streets near the Mien River at night. The streets of the Mien River were as calm as a pond in the forest.

Blue light streamed through the air, revealing Morgan's figure. The gun in her hand, which was half a body taller than herself, had surprised Loreleia more than once.

That's a treasure that even a modern magician like her could hardly dream of.

"It seems that my Spirit Origin transformation as a Servant has come to an end, but I have no choice but to accept it. Compared to my original self, I've probably reached about one-third of the level now, but even so, it's enough. The outcome will be decided tonight."

Morgan's bland words did not displease Loreleia. They both preferred people who conveyed information in concise words, so their compatibility was impeccable.

"coming."

Upon hearing Morgan's words, Lorelei immediately tensed up.

Sure enough, two figures were walking towards them from the direction of the city streets.

The red-haired boy I saw the night before last gradually approached Saber.

As for the two sisters, Rin and Sakura, they have already teamed up to find the Assassin who has not yet shown up, and will deal with the extra threats before continuing their sparring.

Stopping thinking about the two sisters, Shirou looked at Loreleia and Morgan in front of him.

At the same time, Morgan, who was on the opposite side, also saw Saber and smiled with interest.

"I didn't expect to see you again so soon, my little sister~"

For Saber, some of her past with Morgan is something she's ashamed to talk about, after all, Morgan was the one who created Mordred.

In fact, the Morgan who appears here is not the Morgan that Saber knows.

However, Saber was unaware of these things, and even if she had, a battle between them would still have been unavoidable.

Chapter Forty-Nine: The Utopia That Can Never Be Reached

"It's time, Berserker, fight with all your might."

Although she was somewhat curious about the relationship between Berserker and Saber, Loreleia, being a skilled magician, quickly dismissed these useless thoughts and calmly began to speak.

"Well, leave it to me."

As Morgan said this, he cast a cold glance at Saber.

"Even if it was just Uther and Merlin's scheme, even if you yourself are innocent, I will never forgive you!"

Morgan swung his magic gun, and a biting wind immediately swept around them.

The winter storm suddenly swept up, which was the effect of Morgan's inherent skill "From the End".

She faced death several times but still stood up, reached the island of the end, and successfully returned to the dignity of the Queen of Britain.

Morgan would not normally possess such power.

This is a skill that only Morgan, as the King of Lostbelts, possesses.

A cursed vortex powerful enough to manipulate the outcome of battles.

The winter storm is its manifestation.

"This is……!?"