A certain crossover anime's nuclear-powered sword immortal

"My God, we burned a saint!"

……

The cold winter air exhaled a white breath.

Shirou stretched as he came out of the bedroom.

"Ha~"

"Didn't you sleep well last night, Shirou?"

Sakura, who was unaware of what had happened the night before, asked Shirou with some confusion upon seeing his expression.

"It's not a matter of whether or not to sleep."

He closed his eyes and started watching a movie, the same kind of tragic and dark style, which made Shirou not want to sleep.

"Let's not talk about that, let's eat first."

Chapter 57: The Fall of the Saint

At that moment, Saber followed closely behind and came out of the bedroom. Her golden hair, which was still untied, was still styled when she immediately asked.

"What are we eating today?"

"..." Shirou hesitated for a moment. "Potato stew with meat, then."

Saber couldn't help but drool, and everything else was forgotten.

Her stomach rumbled as if it were connected to her mind, the moment the thought crossed her mind.

After preparing for about thirty minutes...

"I'm not welcome!"

Such voices rose and fell.

This was the first time everyone had gathered around the breakfast table together this morning; in the past, they rarely ate breakfast together because of their different schedules.

But this seems to be a good idea.

Shirou glanced around; Illya, Saber, Sakura, and Medea were all gathered there.

Here in the living room.

A rare and heartwarming scene.

"Hmm? Oh dear... the flavor is a little bland today. Did you change the broth, Sakura?"

“Yes, I think Saber isn’t quite used to miso soup yet, so a strong flavor wouldn’t be good.” Sakura paused her chewing and answered the question first.

"That's true. Compared to the last time, this morning's was even more delicious. However, Sakura, I've already gotten used to Japanese-style food, so don't worry about me. Cook as you like; it's better for everyone that way."

"Eh, is that so? But speaking of which, Saber is getting more and more skilled with chopsticks. I was quite surprised, Saber is really skillful."

"It's just a habit, but to be honest, using chopsticks is still tiring, but chopsticks are definitely a better cutlery than knives and forks."

Saber answered elegantly and politely while eating.

At this moment, Sakura also spoke up.

"Yes, yes, Saber is more used to knives and forks than chopsticks. Oh, wait, it should be soy sauce instead of sauce."

"Okay, sure." Sakura nodded.

"Okay, I'll take a piece of seaweed as payment. Hey, Shirou, give me another bowl."

"Okay." Shirou took the bowl that Illya handed him.

After all, the pot was right in front of him.

During a pleasant breakfast, the news was being broadcast on television.

"A massive explosion occurred in Xindu yesterday. According to reports, the incident was caused by a natural gas leak from a certain company..."

"Wow...it's news like this again. It was just broadcast the morning before yesterday," Sakura said with a sigh.

As someone involved, she naturally knew the real reason behind the so-called natural gas leak.

“We should be thankful that no one has died,” Saber said.

Breakfast passed amidst these sentiments.

Today was also a day off, and Shirou was dragged by Illya to play games at home all day.

When I came to my senses, the sky outside the window was already as dark as ink.

"That's about enough. Let's go to the basement to visit that saintess."

Seeing that it was almost time, Shirou took Medea and Saber to the basement.

……

This basement was like a hidden sanctuary at that moment.

"Oh...ah..."

With her hands bound by Medea's magic, Joan of Arc was forced to bend over.

Having endured the constant erosion of magic, Joan of Arc was no longer the saint she once was. Her golden hair was disheveled and stuck to her face with sweat, making her look quite disheveled.

Out of patience, the occasional cries that escaped were like whispers, tinged with a hint of anguish.

The faint sound lingered in the quiet basement, and finally reached the girl's ears again due to the basement's airtightness, making her feel even more desperate.

Human suffering can trigger a person's protective instincts, or conversely, stimulate a person's sadistic tendencies.

Of course, she is the latter.

Just by looking into those tightly closed eyes that were enduring pain, the temperature in the somewhat cold basement seemed to rise.

“Incredible, Ruler. It’s hard for me to imagine that you could resist the effects of magic for an entire day.”

Medea said with a sigh.

If Shirou were to use a Command Spell on her, given her level of Magic Resistance, she would be unable to resist the command.

"Ugh... kill me...!" Joan of Arc, whose rationality was almost completely gone, whispered her last defiant words.

"Even if you self-destruct now, I can pull you back from Valhalla. You can't escape, Saintess," Shirou said with a smile in her ear.

The boy's words and smile seemed like those of a demon to Joan of Arc.

“Bastard…” Joan of Arc said bitterly, tears of despair welling in her eyes.

"Well then, the little game is over for now. It's halftime now. Let's untie her."

"Yes." Medea nodded and then raised her hand.

Medea directly removed the red magical threads that bound her slender wrists like ropes, forcing the girl to bend over.

Under the corrupting influence of that magic, Joan of Arc, who was already powerless to resist, suddenly went limp and collapsed to the ground.

"Ouch!" she cried out in pain.

Shirou reached out and helped her up. The moment her body was touched, Jeanne's body tensed up, and she frantically reached out her weak hand to push him away like an ordinary girl about to be forced into depravity.

"No, don't touch me!"

Joan of Arc, weakened by Medea's magic, was powerless to resist and could only helplessly be carried by Shirou.

"You haven't completely lost your will even now, which is truly admirable, Miss Saint."

Shirou sighed, then led her back to the living room.

It's dinnertime now.

Sakura and Illya are preparing

Let's have dinner tonight.

The warm and peaceful atmosphere inside made Joan of Arc appear somewhat dazed.

If this young Joan of Arc were an evil person, it would be highly unlikely that she could create such a reassuring home.

"Although Servants don't need to eat, eating something might make you feel better."

Shirou, under Saber's somewhat reluctant gaze, took a dish and placed it in front of Jeanne.

"I won't eat it...!"

Joan of Arc, whose health had recovered slightly, began to show her strength again.

Then, Shirou raised his hand.

“Command it with the Command Spell—”

Seeing the crimson Command Seal light flash, Joan of Arc's expression turned blank and shocked.

"You—you actually used a Command Spell for something like this!?"

Joan of Arc was completely stunned.

This guy is absolutely insane!

Although her mind was filled with disbelief and resistance, her hands still moved uncontrollably.

"Damn it...!"

Chapter 58: The Kyudo Club Competition

In the early morning, the warm sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, its bright orange beams shimmering and floating.

Shirou released the girl from his arms and carefully got out of bed.

Since that night, Saber seemed to have become much less wary of her. Now, even if she held her like that while sleeping, she would only offer a token resistance.

It looks like we're not far from the final step.

As Shirou pondered this, he headed to the washroom to wash up.

Ilya and Sakura also got up after that and started preparing breakfast together.

After a simple breakfast, everyone headed to school together.

"Good morning, Orihara-kun, and Sakura too~"

As soon as I arrived at the school gate, I ran into Ayako Mizuki, who was dressed in a dojo uniform and was about to change.