At the same time that Roman and Saber signed the contract, in the church on the other side of Winterwood Town.
"Haaah!”
Shinji Makirito arrived with messy breathing and pushed open the door roughly.
He had spent an hour running all the way from Liudong Temple, and his legs were already numb.
After stepping on the red carpet, he fell to the ground and gasped for breath.
He looked like a rat being chased by a hound, a failed fugitive.
In front of him, a tall man in priest's attire walked down from behind the altar.
"It has been six days since the war started. You are the first person to visit this place.”
Yan Fengqi had an interesting smile on her face as she looked down at him.
Yan Feng Qili, who was nearly two meters tall, was like a giant in the eyes of Shinji Makirito. He let out a strange cry in fear and crawled backward on all fours.
Looking at Shinji like this, Yan Feng's smile grew even wider.
"So you want to give up the battle, young man?”
"Of course! My heroic spirit is already gone, dead! He was blasted into pieces by that bolt of lightning! Do you want me to die like this?!”
Shinji Makirito gave up on himself and roared. It was simply the barking of a lost dog.
The priest didn't answer and just stared at him. It was as if it wanted to pierce through his skin, drill into the gaps of his bones, and cut open his muscles.
"I understand. You are the first user of this church since its establishment, so let me warmly welcome you.”
"Eh…? Does this mean that I'm the only one who gave up?……Damn it! It's too ugly. If Grandpa finds out…Ahhh, it's all your fault! If that idiotic woman didn't summon Rider, I wouldn't have lost so badly!”
Shinji Makirito pounded the ground fiercely. He kept cursing and spouting nonsense to vent his fear.
"Damn it, damn it, if it wasn't for that guy who only has a woman's part, if it wasn't for her stealing my position…damn it!!”
This self-defeating roar made the priest laugh meaningfully.
"So, are you saying that Rider is too weak? Very well then, you haven't lost your will to fight.”
The priest slowly placed his hand on his shoulder, just like the Lord God who saved his believers.
"You are very lucky. There was a free Servant at the moment.”
He seemed to be suppressing the joy in his heart as he declared salvation.
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In the early morning of the Wei Gong family, before the dew had completely evaporated, Luo Men had already arrived at their dojo.
However, he wasn't the only one today. Emiya Shiro had also come, half-asleep, rubbing his eyes.
"I say, Luo Men…why did you drag me here so early in the morning?”
"You don't have anything else to do besides a sword competition, do you?”
Luo Men threw a bamboo knife to Shi Lang and shook the other one a few times.
Looking at the sword in his hand, Shi Lang said suspiciously,
"Luo Men, I've already given you the command spell…? Even if you're unhappy with me, you don't have to torture me like this, right?”
"What are you talking about? If I want to bully you, I'll just punch you. Of course, I will only use the same strength as you.”
"No, but I still don't understand what's the point…If you want to train, you should look for Saber, not me.”
"This is a return gift to you."
Luo Men smiled and touched Shi Lang's sword with the tip of his sword.
In the next moment, he took a step forward without any mercy and hit his head.
"Woah! Are you serious?"
"I told you long ago!"
Luo Men continued to attack, swinging his sword at a speed that Shi Lang could barely block. Deshi Lang was forced to retreat continuously. In the end, when he was about to reach the wall, Luo Men knocked away the Bamboo Blade in his hand.
"You are so weak."
"Nonsense! How could there be a human who could suddenly fight a heroic spirit and still win!”
"No, at this level, I think you can definitely win.”
Luo Men said in a normal tone. This stunned Shi Lang.
"Do you usually train to strengthen your magic? And when they encountered a bottleneck in their training, they would try to use projection magic as a way to vent their anger, right?”
"…How do you know?"
"Don't worry about that. In short, what I want to say is that your projection magic does have the ability to compete with the heroic spirit.”
Luo Men picked up the sword that had been sent flying and threw it back to Shi Lang, once again assuming a stance.
This was his return gift to the Shilang Ling Spell. Luo Men didn't have any gentleness towards men, but he didn't want to owe any favors.
After seeing Shi Lang's puzzled expression, Luo Men deliberately provoked him with a smile,
"You said that you would help us until the end, right? But now, you're not even a Master. You're just an ordinary person. If I don't become a little stronger, I'll only be a burden.”
"... You really don't show any mercy.”
Sure enough, even the scholar was a little angry. He clenched his bamboo knife tightly as if he wanted to fight for his breath.
That was good. Luo Men smiled and continued,
"I will help you draw out your strength. Just take it that it would be useful in the future and attack with all his might.”
"Oh!"
An hour later, Shiro Eamiya dragged the dark bruises all over his body and continued to prepare breakfast for his family.
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