A compilation of memorable moments from Chaldea's girlfriends showing affection in various dime

This occurred when Arnold Beckman wanted to poison Fujimaru Ritsuka and carry out his malicious plan.

This feeling of exhilaration is doubled.

He couldn't help but immerse himself in the role.

A thought suddenly popped into his head, an uncontrollable thought.

If Shirou Emiya, the evil nemesis who claims to be a villain, were to come to the continent where he currently resides...

Will he then kill the First Princess, that sow, and the king who's targeting him?

He actually wanted revenge, and he never gave up on that idea.

But Naofumi knew his own strength, even with Raphtalia and Filo now.

...and it's also very difficult to complete.

The First Princess, under the King's control over public opinion and information dissemination, also restricts her own advancement in rank.

There were also three foolish, wise, and courageous men who protected them.

The situation is really making things worse for me, and I feel like the future is going to be...

"But what price would I be willing to pay to ask Shirou Emiya for help...? He probably doesn't want to get involved in the mess of this world at all."

Philo flapped her wings and jumped up excitedly, "Hahaha... Hahaha...!! We've got them! We've got them!! The bad guys have been taken down!"

"Master, Master, look!!! That woman with the strange aura, and the bad guy, have been.../killed!"

Philo felt nothing at all about Mabul Magintosh's death.

From the moment she appeared, Philo didn't like her. This girl was very much like the First Princess!

She tried various ways to sow discord between Fujimaru Ritsuka and Meltlilith, attempting to create a rift in their bond.

She hates women who ruin other people's relationships the most!

This guy is just as disgusting to birds as a human man with a gun who gets kicked away by himself every day!

“Yes, I saw it. Now Fujimaru Ritsuka has nothing to worry about. With a few fewer people holding him back, the burden on his shoulders will be much lighter,” Naofumi said.

He had previously admired Fujimaru Ritsuka for wanting to take two useless children, who could potentially harm him at any time, with him on his trip.

The First Princess looked at the ruthless Emiya Shirou, her legs trembling uncontrollably, and her eyes filled with terror.

Her soul was constantly anticipating the consciousness in her brain.

The dark-skinned man she saw was dangerous, extremely dangerous.

This feeling of a mouse seeing a cat struck the First Princess as extremely strange; why would she be afraid of an ordinary commoner?!

"Damn it... I am a noble princess, the future heir to the kingdom!!! I would never be afraid of him!!"

She tried to regulate her breathing and stop herself from looking at Shirou Emiya on the screen.

The evil nemesis terrified the evil goddess within her, making her almost wet with sweat.

Spy world.

Anya Fogger wasn't afraid at all, lying on the ground, Arnold, Mabel Magintosh.

She mimicked Shirou Emiya's pose, aimed at Arnold lying on the ground, and mouthed, "Bang! Bang bang bang!!"

"Clang, clang! The bad guys have been taken down! Anya is the hero who saved the world!"

A "wow" look flashed in her eyes. So this is how cool it is to have a pistol without a silencer!

The sound of gunfire is much better than the sound of a silenced pistol!

“…” Seeing this, Lloyd couldn’t help but worry that his own daughter might join some national security agency and become his enemy.

Forget it, I don't need to think about that now. I have more important things to do.

He admires Shirou Emiya and chose the perfect time; now that Ritsuka Fujimaru is away, he has his own things to do.

This is the best time to get rid of Arnold.

If Shirou Emiya had killed Arnold earlier, he would have only faced Tristan's suspicion and Fujimaru Ritsuka's confusion.

Joel Fogger's cheeks were as red as apples, and a clear light appeared in his beautiful eyes. The crimson color became extremely intense, flowing like a river of blood.

Although she didn't like using pistols, such noisy weapons.

But the blade extending from Shirou Emiya's pistol piqued her interest.

"Ah... the blade on this gun must be incredibly sharp, perfect for slicing through bad guys' bodies, cutting their throats... Ah... so... so perfect!"

Deep Sea Singularity, Second Playthrough.

Seeing his own death, lying miserably on the floor tiles, Arnold froze, his mind went blank, his eyes bulged, and his pupils dilated. "........."

"Aa ...

Mabul Magintosh screamed, trembling as she fell to the ground with a thud onto the cold tile floor, pointing at Shirou Emiya and saying:

"Why, why did you kill me...?! I didn't do anything, I didn't do anything!!"

"It has nothing to do with me, I don't know, I didn't see it... I... I won't tell anyone! Don't kill me, Gawain, Tristan, save me!"

Tears welled in her eyes as she stared in horror at her own dead self in the image.

Arnold Beckman knelt limply on the ground, his eyes dull and lifeless, muttering to himself.

"It's over...it's over..."

"No, I can't die! I'm going to be the man who becomes the director of Chaldea!!"

Then, a ferocious expression appeared on his face as he pointed at Gawain, Tristan, and Tamamo Neko, saying, "You have to protect me!! I know, I know things that haven't been exposed, you can't kill me...!! No, don't let Emiya Shirou kill me."

"That guy is the executioner!! I'm the secretary here, you have no right to hurt me!! I want to see the Chaldea director, I want to see the director!!"

"I've worked hard here for years, I want to see..."

With a loud thud, Tamamo Cat slapped Arnold Beckman unconscious with one paw. "So noisy! Meow meow meow! It's making my head explode!"

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"Yes. That's the kind of person you are. Back then, you killed many people for the sake of results, didn't you?"

Suddenly, a black mist enveloped the church, alluring and bewitching, and a woman's voice rang out.

Swish-!

The jet-black tentacles rushed towards Shirou Emiya's body.

"Rat-a-tat-tat—!" Shirou Emiya's eyes narrowed as he quickly retreated towards the church entrance, simultaneously raising his dual pistols and firing, rat-a-tat-tat—! ! ——! ——!

A barrage of bullets pierced through the bench and the black tentacles.

The pool of blood where Mabul Magintoch had fallen earlier disappeared, and endless thick blood overflowed, with pitch-black tentacles spreading in all directions, pushing down the church.

"Impossible!! This aura is... this spirit origin mode is...!!"

Fragments of shattered memories reappeared in Shirou Emiya's eyes, and the figure of a woman draped in a black robe appeared.

He couldn't believe the aura he sensed, the thing he had been searching for... was actually...!!

"Have you forgotten?"

The mysterious being spoke in a flippant tone, looking at Shirou Emiya with slight surprise, "Or was it deleted when you became a Heroic Spirit?"

"A new religion that has emerged in a certain country. The rulers and scientists of many countries have become the 'correct salvation' of its followers."

"Without any profit motive or ambition for power, it is simply a refuge for a group of destitute people. Sorrowful souls with wounded hearts. Lonely individuals isolated from the world due to their special talents."

"Simply because they possess the knowledge and technology to change the world. These talented individuals come together and are seen as a dangerous presence by many countries."

The mysterious voice sighed, "There were no evil thoughts or fallacies in that organization; there really wasn't a single bad person."

The mysterious voice paused, then added, "Besides the female cult leader who founded that organization on a whim, what else?"

He remembered—the thing he could never forget. Shirou Emiya gritted his teeth, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "You—you bastard!!"

Bang bang bang—!

A continuous barrage of gunfire rang out, relentlessly striking the dark figure.

"You killed him. To kill the cult leader, you wiped out everyone in that building. Because they didn't want me to be killed, and in order not to lose me, they had no choice but to kill you."

"And you—you killed everyone. Like trampling ants. Only after going this far did you finally kill me, didn't you?"

"—Of course I killed it! At least, I destroyed that body." Black Emiya Shirou responded loudly, his dark eyes scanning the blood-stirring surroundings, searching for the demon.

"Hmm. But my heart wasn't hurt at all. If I were in your world, yes, you'd be so happy, yet so bored, that you'd jump off the roof, right?"

"Your actions, pretending to be a champion of justice, are quite amusing. But you are actually a ridiculous and boring man."

The demon's voice stirred up his most painful memories: the smiles of those once kind people echoed in Shirou Emiya's mind.

Shirou Emiya froze on the spot, stunned for a second.

Suddenly, countless pairs of pitch-black tentacles wrapped around his muscular body and limbs, tightly binding him.

"Ah... Ugh...!!" The excruciating pain instantly jolted Shirou Emiya awake. He struggled desperately, trying to break off the tentacles from his body.

His strong body was covered in blood, the muscles in his arms were torn apart, the bones in his body creaked, and blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth.

His dark eyes gleamed with intense hatred as he stared at the demon.

"That won't do! Don't struggle! Your hands and feet will be easily twisted off!"

The demon smiled gently and gleefully, watching the man struggle in his death throes. "You want to escape from me? No matter what you do, it's futile!"

"You've hurt innocent people. That fact will forever haunt you with guilt, won't it? Even if you hadn't encountered a poisonous moth like me, someone like you would have ended up in hell sooner or later."

"Ha ha ha ha ha!"

Sesshouin Kiara smiled alluringly and reached out to stroke Shirou Kuroemiya's face. "As long as you continue to feel guilty, as if you can never forgive yourself, you will never find liberation. A heart of steel is not something a human should possess."

"At least—like Gawain, whom I devoured here, let him be reborn and melt away."

Her slender, fair hand rested on Shirou Emiya's chest, feeling his heartbeat. "...Ah...But, my doubts in your world can finally be answered. Why would someone like you go to such lengths to kill me, even at the cost of twisting your own beliefs?"

"Yes! That's right, of course you have to kill me, you absolutely have to kill me. Because in that world, you're the only one who realizes what the consequences would be if I lived on, right?"

Golden flames coiled around Shirou Emiya's body, scorching the body of his ally of justice.

His guilt towards those kind people turned into a fire that eternally burned within him.

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Type-Moon Zero timeline, the end.

Seeing this, Kiritsugu Emiya remained silent, chain-smoking a cigarette, while young Shirou Emiya stared at the future in utter shock beside him.

Myself.

Having endured the cruel trials of the Holy Grail, Kiritsugu Emiya never expected...

The children I saved will walk down this painful, difficult, and irreversible path because of what I did today.

To save humanity, anyone who stands in our way, no matter how kind they may be, is a worthy opponent.

Kiritsugu Emiya would never show mercy, but if he made too many of these choices, his mental state would collapse...

He guessed that Shirou Emiya must have discovered that the demon who created this organization was planning something dangerous, something extremely dangerous.

Young Shirou Emiya asked himself these questions in his mind.

Is it really worth sacrificing so many innocent people to kill the demon in that building?

Kallen Hordesia, draped in the shroud of the dead, watched the scene unfold, looking at the pained Shirou Emiya, and murmured, "What an idiot..."

Why make yourself suffer so much?

Type-Moon universe, UBW timeline.

Medea shook her head. "A man who isn't even a mediocre magician... why would he want to save humanity, who is beyond saving?"

The genuine magicians she had met before would never be swayed by such things.

She never imagined that someone could turn themselves into this state because of guilt.