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

Shirou Emiya's throat was parched, and his heart pounded rapidly in his chest. Saber, Medea, Archer, and Rin Tohsaka all stared in surprise at Shirou's unexpected arrival.

But the enemy, Souichirou Kuzuki, did not hesitate. No matter who the enemy in front of him was, even if it was Shirou Emiya who suddenly appeared here, he would not stop his fists.

Boom—! The assassination punch pierced the air and swung forward.

Shirou Emiya currently has no means of defense.

This punch would shatter every part of his body; it was a punch capable of injuring even Saber, who was wearing armor.

Emiya Shirou watched the fist getting closer and closer with resentment. Every cell in his brain, every neural network, was energized with bioelectricity. He couldn't give up, he couldn't give up here.

The method, the method to protect Rin Tohsaka, is now here.

There are countless defensive weapons available, and since he is a magician, he certainly cannot use his body to confront Kuzuki Souichirou head-on.

We must use projection magic to create weapons to fight the enemy—this is our only chance.

"—Projection, begin!"

A flash of light pierced through twenty-seven magic circuits, scorching hot, burning through every part of the body.

The image of Gan Jiang and Mo Xie reappeared in my mind.

Let's manufacture it then.

Success is a given.

Restoration does not begin with the basic architecture.

That concept originates from the creator's thoughts, intentions, moral beliefs.

Therefore, it is a projection rather than a restoration; it is the same shadow cast from the real object.

No matter how profound or dangerous the field, it doesn't matter. Once you've succeeded, succeeding again won't be a problem!

Rin Tohsaka's magic circuits are azure blue when she releases her magic bullets.

Now, golden plasma is coursing through Shirou Emiya's magic circuits, flowing at high speed within them—a ferocious method that no other magician could withstand.

Ignore the stop signals sent by the body.

They wanted to save people's consciousness, and they wanted to project the consciousness of Gan Jiang and Mo Xie to completely take over the body.

The forging of Gan Jiang and Mo Xie required a creative concept, a basic framework, forging materials, forging techniques, countless hammer blows, and masterful skill—each element was indispensable. Only by combining these elements could Gan Jiang and Mo Xie be forged.

What Shirou Emiya needs to do now is to skip all the above steps and directly create Gan Jiang and Mo Xie.

"Aaaaaahh ...

Because the brain ignores these things, the body dies.

However, at this moment, Shirou Emiya, who is standing behind Rin Tohsaka, has already solved this problem.

Emiya Shirou's only Noble Phantasm with the Projection Sword attribute is one that cannot fail and he cannot die. Moreover, his unremitting magical training over the past eight years has made the strength of his magical circuits unparalleled in the world.

Other magicians simply cannot do this, nor do they need to. Doing so would lead to death; repeatedly creating and activating magic circuits would result in death!

The wrong training method made Emiya Shirou so compatible with projection magic; it's truly a cruel twist of fate.

Having been saved by the scabbard Avalon and survived by merging with the scabbard of the Star Sword, Shirou Emiya is unlikely to perish because of the projection of Gan Jiang and Bakuye!

The next second, black and white double

With his sword swung at high speed, creating a gust of wind, Kuzuki Souichirou decisively chose to retreat in order to avoid repeating his previous mistake.

After the attack, the swords Gan Jiang and Mo Xie disappeared; this time, they didn't shatter, but vanished.

He can now project Gan Jiang and Mo Xie as his treasures.

Rin Tohsaka has been saved by Shirou Emiya once again, this time for the fourth time. She had already repaid the debt of saving her life from him, and had even severed their cooperative relationship. Yet, he still appears again, saving her once more.

This debt is beyond repayment. Perhaps the only way to repay it is with my body.

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Fate/stay night, UBW timeline.

"Damn it... Damn it...! The one who gets looked at like that by Tohsaka is me. It should be me, so why can a third-rate magician like you project a Noble Phantasm?! Only I am qualified to save Tohsaka and make her fall in love with me!"

Shinji Matou stomped his feet on the floor frantically, screaming in a twisted and manic manner.

The fact that Rin Tohsaka was abandoned by Archer is actually good news for him, very good news.

Then he would have the opportunity to go and comfort Tohsaka, and have the weeping Tohsaka throw herself into his arms.

He now has the most powerful Servant, the oldest Suneo, who is useless even if Nobita comes!

The Magicians' Association.

"Even if it's a magician favored by the Counter Force, even if it's a magician who will become a Guardian in the future, so what?" said the magician hidden in the shadows.

"Hehehe! A partner of justice, huh? Then when Emiya Shirou becomes powerful in the future, won't he come looking for trouble?"

"The current Shirou Emiya is insignificant, but what if the Shirou Emiya in this world can also project a sword of light... that threat is too great, and we must nip it in the bud as soon as possible."

"agree."

"agree.

A conspiracy against Shirou Emiya is about to unfold.

How can we allow Shirou Emiya, a champion of justice and a magician, to continue living in this world? These cunning, old-timer magicians—who hasn't done something wrong, something evil, whose hands haven't been stained with blood, or who hasn't conducted forbidden research?

If they encounter righteous allies or evil mortal enemies, these old dogs will have their bones broken, their skin peeled, their tendons pulled out, and be boiled into a thick soup.

43. Emiya Shirou and Tohsaka Rin confess their love back to back.

Fuyuki City, Airport.

Luvia and Bazett have already gotten off the plane and are on their way to Shirou Emiya's house.

Inside the luxurious extended limousine, Luvia leaned against the leather sofa, watching Rin Tohsaka being rescued by Shirou Emiya.

"Oh my, what good luck. The fact that Tohsaka, who always messes up, is still alive is all thanks to the care of the two Emiya Shirous. Archer must have had a hard time taking care of a brainless Master like Tohsaka who gets willful when she gets angry."

Bazett looked at Archer on the screen with a complicated expression.

The perspective of an observer is different from the experience of someone who is personally involved.

44 Medea's tragic fate, the cremated oil magician

Rin Tohsaka taught Shirou Emiya the correct techniques for using projection magic.

He explained the basic concepts and logic of projection magic to Shirou Emiya one by one.

Strong-willed and with rich imagination.

Emiya Shirou's advantage lies in his ability to directly gain the experience Archer received. He doesn't need to traverse countless battlefields to gain the experience of the projected Gan Jiang and Mo Xie.

Enviable.

She and Shirou Emiya were preparing to go to Einzbern Castle to communicate with Illya and to fight against Caster together.

The dilapidated church.

Medea already knew that the Holy Grail had never existed in the church from the beginning.

She let out a soft sigh, pressed her fingers to her temples, closed her eyes, and pondered with a slight headache.

She was exhausted; she had been summoned about a month ago.

During this time, she did everything she could to achieve victory.

Her Master is an ordinary person like Shinji Matou, and she is the weakest among the Servants. To compensate for these shortcomings, she abuses forbidden magic. She drains the life force of the people in the city, lays magical threads in the streets, and manipulates underground spiritual veins using Jinchūriki.

This is why she was called a 'witch' during her lifetime. But Medea never used that method, and she never intended to break any taboos.

Her talk to Archer about using the people in the city for her own purposes and squeezing them dry was just a show of bravado to maintain a cruel image.

So far, she has only absorbed the life essence of a few thousand people, and those whose life essence has been absorbed only need to rest for a few days to recover completely. This is already the gentlest method imaginable.

Compared to Medea who directly drinks blood, and compared to other Servants who directly kill humans to absorb their souls...

She would not use evil magic. Because she firmly believed that those who used evil magic and broke taboos would receive their due retribution, and the resulting karma and curses would fall upon them.

But people still call her a witch, even though she originally wanted to use the Holy Grail to change people's minds.

But after learning the truth about the Holy Grail, he gave it up.

“I was just seeking revenge, just getting back at Jason, the man who abandoned me. Why did I stray so far from the right path…” Medea’s face showed a heartbreaking expression.

It was all Jason's fault.

"—Idiot. What's the point of this?" It didn't matter what people talked about her about anymore; let them say what they want. Medea let go.

Open your mind, listen to the rain outside the window, and your thoughts return to calm.

She completely disregarded any supposedly third-method Holy Grail; how could such a simple magic trick be so highly regarded by these magicians...?

She thought about it and realized that this was probably the limit that modern magicians could achieve after the decline of the divine era.

Medea's memories.

This happened a month ago.

"Welcome, Caster!! Princess of Colchis." A blond oil magician with a disgusting grin excitedly stared at Medea, who had been successfully summoned before him.

"I am deeply honored to have the assistance of such a great pioneer of magic as you."

He bowed to Medea in a show of respect.

"By the way, do you have any questions for me? Would you like me to introduce myself?"

Medea stood on the luxurious rooftop of the hotel, on the marble floor, surrounded by swimming pools on both sides. "No need. I am well aware of my current situation. I have been summoned by the Holy Grail. Thanks to you as my master, I have been resurrected in this world."

"That's right, this is a Servant. This is the Holy Grail War. As expected of a Magician-class Servant. I didn't have to explain it to them. They've really been a great help."

The oil-golden-haired magician pointed to the wine beside him and said, "By the way, would you like to have something to drink first? After all, this is a long journey that spans more than three thousand years. You must be exhausted by now."

"Or would you like to take a shower first?"

Medea looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings. This was not her homeland, and a feeling of emptiness welled up inside her.

She already knew something about the man in front of her.

Looking at the group of women of various races standing behind the other person, and considering the gold and gemstone hand gestures on their body, they must be a magician with a very flamboyant personality.

“Thank you for your concern. But before that…” Medea was extremely submissive. She wanted the other party to know that she was a servant who would obey her master, and she did not want to cause any trouble with him. “I do not yet know your name.”

Upon hearing this, the oil magician's eyes flashed with disdain. "Traitorous witch, a mere servant wants to know my name?"

However, now is not the time to strain our relationship, at least not after the Holy Grail War ends. [Then use a Command Spell to order her to commit suicide.] The Oil Magician smiled.

"My name is Atram Galliasta. I am a Master dispatched by the Mage's Association. My purpose in obtaining the Holy Grail is to promote the development of the magic world and secure a stable future."

"Do you meet this requirement?"

"What is a secure future?" Medea asked, puzzled.

"No one can threaten my world. Although it's not as serious as in your era, human stupidity hasn't changed much. You can never have too many means of self-defense. Just like your Noble Phantasm [Dragon]..."

As he said this, Atram Galliasta bent down to examine Medea closely. "Same... Wait, Caster, what's with the Noble Phantasm in your hand?"

"Isn't Medea's Noble Phantasm from the Mythological Era [Summoning the Dragon of the Mythological Era]?"

"Um, I'm sorry, Master. My Noble Phantasm is a conceptual Noble Phantasm that materializes my way of life. Although I have the knowledge to summon dragons, I am not able to control them with my current power."

Upon hearing this, the oil magician became extremely displeased, bent down, and snapped his fingers with his left hand. The group of marionettes standing behind him immediately burst into laughter.

"I'm speechless. This guy can't even command a dragon." The foolish oil magician didn't know that in the entire history of humankind, only three people could command dragons: Bulda, Fujimaru Ritsuka, and Morgan le Fay.

He was extremely dissatisfied and disappointed that Medea could not command dragons; she was truly a useless servant.

"The Servant I drew is absolutely awful!" The oil magician roared, mocking Medea as he kicked over a wine rack. "And what's more, her Noble Phantasm is used to break magic..."

Medea stood silently to the side, letting the foolish oil magician mock her. She couldn't refute him now, nor did she want to say anything; she just felt utterly exhausted.

Why do these foolish modern magicians think that they are incapable because they can't control dragons?

"Right. In the end, Princess Medea was the one who first killed the enemy. A short sword to break magic? It's quite a match for a woman like you who constantly betrays others." The oil magician vented his anger, pointing at Medea coldly.

"However, I will not abandon you, Caster. After all, no Servant is entirely useless. As long as you don't do anything foolish in front of me, I will teach you a lesson."

He left the VIP room on the top floor of the building with his marionettes. He left with a belly full of anger and disappointment.

What a piece of trash this medium is! If only I had gotten the bloodstained Bodhi leaf back then.