Emiya Shirou doesn't want to work overtime

However, Sakura's purpose was to monitor Emiya in order to get close to the person she admired.

Everything they did was driven by a very strong purpose.

She felt she didn't deserve Emiya's devotion to her.

Almost no one else was able to emerge alive from Zouken Matou's den of iniquity.

Sakura Matou was terrified that Zouken Matou would attack Emiya.

She had no right to resist Zouken Matou.

If Zouken Matou really attacks him, Sakura Matou doesn't know what to do.

She felt that she might return to her previous mental state.

She didn't want to live like a walking corpse, and she didn't want Emiya to get hurt.

If only Emiya could dislike her, then she could leave his side without any guilt.

"What are you saying? You're my best friend!"

Emiya stepped forward, stroked Sakura's head, and comforted her.

With Emiya's level of magic, he couldn't detect Zouken Matou's magic workshop at all. After all, Zouken Matou could make Rin Tohsaka completely unable to sense the magical aura on Sakura Matou, let alone his own magic workshop which he had been working at for many years.

If it weren't for the fact that it was so well hidden, would Tokiomi Tohsaka have entrusted Sakura to him so confidently?

He didn't even realize it, let alone the mediocre Emiya.

Emiya had no idea how dangerous his situation had just been.

Therefore, Emiya only believed that he had gone to the Matou family, and that it was Matou Zouken who truly helped Sakura escape from his clutches.

If he hadn't spoken up, Emiya couldn't have forcibly abducted someone from the Matou family's residence; that wouldn't have been appropriate or practical.

He and Shinji both lived in Fuyuki City, and their houses were not far apart. They would have to return the kidnapped person tomorrow.

After a long time, Matou Sakura cried herself to sleep against Emiya's chest.

The faint sound of her breathing was as gentle as a child's.

Sakura Matou seemed to recall the feeling of sleeping in her mother's arms when she was a child.

Emiya gently settled Matou Sakura in and returned to his own room.

Little did they know, a centipede-like worm quietly crawled out from Sakura's chest.

This is Zouken Matou's familiar. He plans to monitor Sakura 24 hours a day, even when Sakura is asleep.

Back in his room, Emiya quickly found his paper and pen.

He's leaving again tomorrow, and he can't just disappear like last time; he has to leave a note beforehand.

"I've gone to work in the UK and will be back in a few months. Don't worry about me!"

"————————"

Having racked his brains, Emiya had no choice but to write down the message he wanted to leave behind.

I'm afraid of saying too much and making a mistake, so I'll just write it in such a simple way.

A short while later, a dark wooden door appeared on the wall of Emiya's room.

00:00:01

"It was so punctual, I really don't know what to say."

Looking at the time displayed on the alarm clock in front of him, Emiya felt like a million grass mud horses were galloping through his mind. He had thought that the door would only appear in the morning.

As a result, it appeared right after 12 o'clock, giving us absolutely no chance to rest.

"But, this is fine!"

Emiya sighed. Once Sakura and Fujiwara woke up, it would be difficult for him to find a chance to leave.

He gently pushed open the wooden door and went inside.

"kill--------!"

A flash of silver light appeared in front of Emiya, and in the extremely cold winter night, it slashed precisely down towards his neck.

Volume Two: Slash! Scarlet Eyes

Chapter Fifty-Three: There is no justice in war.

The silver blade reached him the instant Emiya emerged.

It left no room for error, aiming solely to sever Emiya's head in an instant; it was an extremely pure strike.

"hiss--"

A very regular pattern of hot breath escaped from Emiya's mouth.

Just as the sword was about to strike Emiya's neck, his entire lower body bent forward, his body fell backward due to gravity, and his head quickly rose upward.

"Shh-!"

A silver glint flashed before Emiya's eyes.

However, the matter is not over yet.

"kill----!"

Another fierce shout came from beside Emiya.

In an instant, a head flew off in front of Emiya, and terrifying blood gushed out from the warrior's neck like a fountain.

The man who had originally slashed at Emiya was beheaded the instant before Emiya could respond.

It was a very standard large cleaver, with a few drops of blood still dripping from it, making it look unusually eerie.

"call--!"

Before Emiya could recover from his daze, the scarlet cleaver, accompanied by a chilling wind, swung towards him.

"clang--!"

At the critical moment, a seemingly ordinary Nichirin Blade appeared at Emiya's neck.

"kill----!"

With an extremely fierce aura, the young man dressed in animal skin once again swung his machete towards Emiya's head.

The vicious cleaver slashed deeply into the snow. Emiya quickly rolled on the ground and kicked the person next to him to the ground.

"Pfft——!"

But before Emiya could do anything to the man in front of him, a sound of flesh being pierced came from in front of him once again.

The young man who wanted to kill Emiya was stabbed in the head by another warrior wielding a longsword and died on the spot.

The man turned around and saw Emiya standing up from the ground.

"kill----!"

The man shouted fiercely and charged towards Emiya with his sword in hand.

Still in a daze, Emiya had no choice but to raise his Nichirin Blade to fight.

but----

"puff--!"

The sound that pierced through flesh came from in front of Emiya once again.

An extremely rough wooden arrow pierced straight into his brain.

He collapsed to the ground before he could reach Emiya.

The continuous deaths of humans greatly shocked Emiya.

This wasn't the first time he'd seen a dead person, nor was it the first time he'd witnessed such a horrific situation.

However, everything before him filled Emiya with a profound sense of bewilderment, his own insignificance, and his powerlessness.

Only then did Emiya think to look around.

"kill----!"

"Pfft, pfft!"

The roars, the sounds of flesh being slashed, and the spray of blood seemed like an extremely eerie symphony, echoing in Emiya's ears.

Emiya could clearly see that the two sides fighting were dressed in heavy animal clothing and light armor. They seemed to be dancing in blood, and their voices rose and fell around Emiya.

"kill----!"

A fierce roar came from behind Emiya, and a warrior in iron armor charged towards him, his silver longsword slashing at Emiya's head without any skill.

But his body reacted much faster than his thoughts, and by then it was too late for him to withdraw his strength.

"Pfft——!"

All that could be heard was the sound of blood splattering, and then the young man fell into Emiya's hands.

The skills he honed to prevent demons from ambushing him ended up easily taking a person's life.

"Bashar!!!!!"

Seemingly witnessing the death of his companion, another young man beside him turned completely bloodshot and charged fiercely toward Emiya.

But at this moment, Emiya was completely stunned; he couldn't believe that he had killed someone with his own hands.

"Pfft——!"

To these ordinary people, the difference between Emiya and them is like that between an adult and a child; even unintentional actions can cause devastating disasters.

Emiya hated the reflexes he had honed in that forest, but on the battlefield, he didn't have time to think about such things.

If such a strangely dressed man appears in the middle of the battlefield, either side will launch an attack against him.

Would two sides send someone to protect a civilian who accidentally wanders into the battlefield?