I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer

"I don't have the consciousness to participate in the Holy Grail War at all. Dare to come to the school without Saber by my side, and dare to come here so recklessly when I see a Servant."

The corner of Kuang San's mouth raised a smile.

"Well, didn't Tohsaka say that the master won't fight in crowded places, so there must be no problem with the school." Scratching his head, Emiya Shirou looked at Kurumi.

"Are you sure?" Kuang San raised his right hand, and a black and red shadow enveloped him.She reached into the shadow and drew out the blunderbuss.

Compared to Matou Shinji who still knows how to hide, this guy is even less self-conscious of the Master.

Emiya Shirou looked around, and he suddenly realized that this is not a place for people.

Facing the black muzzle of the gun, looking at Kuang San with a somewhat morbid smile, cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

A chill ran down my spine——

Die, die, die...

Even if she used the command spell to summon Saber, it would be too late, as long as Tokisaki wanted to, she would definitely die.

"Arnold..." He swallowed. "I don't think Tokisaki is an enemy, right? When Saber mentions you, she always smiles happily."

"Anyone who can make Saber smile like that will definitely not be an enemy."

Putting down the gun, the wild smile also subsided, Shirou Emiya let out a long sigh of relief.

"Oh?" Kurumi showed interest.

He brushed off his skirt and let go of the gun in his hand, as if nothing had happened just now.With a rather elegant smile, Kurumi asked Emiya Shirou.

"Then Emiya-san, why did you come to see me?"

"Ah, Miss Tokisaki." After a little hesitation, Emiya Shirou finally decided to ask. "Kiritsugu... what kind of person is he?"

"Emiya Kiritsugu?" Leaning against the barbed wire, Kurumi lowered his head. "Probably a fool."

"And there are some things you can ask him personally."

"Kiritsugu died five years ago." Lowering his head, Emiya Shirou said, his voice became lower and lower.

"Ala, Ala, Emiya Kiritsugu in this world is indeed like that." With a smile, Kurumi looked at Emiya Shirou who suddenly raised his head in shock.

"Hey, let's make a deal—" Kurumi looked at Emiya Shirou.

"You transfer Saber to me, and I'll take you to see Emiya Kiritsugu, how about it?"

Chapter 32 This Moyu [-] is really... maddened to death of a witch!

On one side is a girl whom she has only known for a few days, her breasts are flat and she still eats a lot.

On the other side is the father who has raised him for so many years.

Such a choice may not require thinking.

Of course I chose a beautiful girl. The bearded uncle has been dead for so many years, what is there to see.

But... that was just a joke after all.

Lifting his head, Emiya Shirou looked at Kurumi with a teasing smile, and took a deep breath.

"Sorry, I refuse."

"Oh~~" Kuang San's voice rose a little bit, but it was not surprising.

After all, Emiya Shirou is that kind of person, a partner of justice or something.

"I can't accept... I can't accept Saber's freedom in exchange for my selfish desires." Said sonorously, Emiya Shirou clenched his fists, and the bright red Command Seal seemed to light up.

"Saber is a person with her own will, not a tool of the Holy Grail War, she has her own ideas."

"Although I really want to see Kiritsugu, but sacrificing Saber to see Kiritsugu is something I cannot accept."

"Hey." Only the girl's laughter remained in front of her.

Looking at the empty rooftop, Emiya Shirou strengthened his mind even more.

I am not wrong.

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The sun has set, which also means the restart of the war.

There was another nasty explosion in Shenshan Town last night, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street.

After all, no one wants to have a sudden "abnormal death" and be labeled a suicide in the end.

Crossing the area blocked by the yellow and black warning tape, Mo Yusan stood in the center of the battlefield with his long, white legs bare.

Medea, who was wearing a white tube top dress, stood behind her cautiously.

The upper edge of the shoulderless dress is slightly shorter.

Medea covered her chest with one hand, covering the seductive shallow groove that was squeezed together by the tight pile of clothes.

A little distracted, she locked her eyes on Mo Yusan's graceful calf curve.

Moyu San looked at the devastated battlefield.

From the remote residential area in Miyama Town to the forest on the edge of Fuyuki, the two sides chased and fought for hundreds of meters.