The Nuclear Sword Fairy from a certain cartoon

"Oh God, we burned a saint!"

……

The cold winter air exhales white breath.

Shirou walked out of the bedroom and stretched.

"Ha~"

"You didn't sleep well yesterday, Shirou?"

Sakura, who was not clear about what happened last night, asked with some confusion when she saw Shirou's appearance.

"It's not a question of sleeping or not."

He closed his eyes and started watching the movie. It was still the same tragic and dark style that made Shirou not want to sleep.

"Don't talk about that, let's eat first."

Chapter 57 The Fall of the Saint

At this time, Saber walked out of the bedroom immediately. She didn't even have time to take care of her golden sand-like hair, so she immediately asked.

"What are we eating today?"

"..." Shirou pondered for a moment. "Potato stew."

Her saliva immediately started to secrete uncontrollably, and all other things were put aside by Saber.

Gurgling... Her stomach seemed to be connected to her brain, and it started to growl as soon as she had such a thought.

After preparing for 10 minutes...

"I'm welcome!"

Such voices come and go.

It was the first time that everyone gathered around the dinner table in the morning. In the past, we rarely had breakfast together because of their different schedules.

However, this seems to be fine.

Shirou glanced around. Illya, Saber, Sakura and Medea were all gathered at the moment.

Here in the living room.

A rare warm scene.

"Huh? Oops... the taste is a little bland today. Have you changed the soup, Sakura?"

"Yes, I think Saber is not used to miso soup yet, so it would be bad if the taste is too strong." Sakura stopped chewing and answered the question first.

"It's true. It tastes better this morning than last time. However, Sakura, I'm used to Japanese food. Don't pay special attention to me. Just cook as you wish. It's better for everyone. .”

"Hey, is that true? But speaking of which, Saber is getting more and more skilled with chopsticks. I was shocked, Saber's hands are so dexterous."

"I'm just used to it, but to be honest, using chopsticks is still tiring, but chopsticks are indeed better tableware than knives and forks."

Saber replied elegantly and politely while eating.

At this time, Sakura also spoke.

"Yes, yes. Compared to chopsticks, Saber is more accustomed to knives and forks. Ah, that's not right. The sauce should be soy sauce instead of sauce."

"Yeah, okay." Sakura nodded.

"Hmm, I'll just take a piece of seaweed as payment. Now, Shirou, give me another bowl."

"Okay." Shirou took the bowl that Illya handed to him.

After all, the pot is right in front of him.

During the enjoyable breakfast, the news was broadcast on the TV.

"Yesterday there was a violent explosion in Xindu. According to the news, this incident was caused by a natural gas leak from a certain company..."

"Wow...this is news like this again. It was only broadcast once the morning before yesterday." Sakura said with some sigh.

As an insider, she naturally knew the real cause of this so-called natural gas leak.

"You should be thankful that there were no dead people." Saber said.

Amidst such sighs, breakfast passed like this.

Today was also a day off, so Shirou was dragged by Illya to play games at home all day long.

When he came back to his senses, the sky outside the window was already like thick ink.

"It's almost time. Let's go to the basement to visit the holy lady."

Seeing that the time was almost up, Shirou took Medea and Saber to the basement.

……

This basement is like a hidden sanctuary at the moment.

"Ugh...ah..."

Jeanne's hands were bound by Medea's magic and she could only be forced to bend down.

Due to enduring the constant erosion of magic, Joan of Arc no longer looked like a saint at this moment. Her blond hair was scattered and stuck to her face due to sweat, making her look quite embarrassed.

From time to time, whispers of pain came out due to his patience.

The weak sound lingered in the quiet basement, and finally reached the girl's ears again due to the tightness of the basement, making her feel even more desperate.

Human suffering can stimulate people's protective desire, or on the contrary, stimulate people's sadistic heart.

Of course, she is the latter.

Just looking at the eyes that were closed in pain, the temperature in the somewhat cold basement seemed to rise.

"It's amazing, Ruler. He can resist the erosion of magic for a whole day. It's really unimaginable to me."

Medea said with some sigh.

If Shirou used the command spell on her, she would have no way to resist the order given her level of resistance to magic.

"Guah... kill me...!" Joan of Arc, whose rationality was almost gone, whispered her final stubbornness.

"Even if you self-destruct now, I can still pull you back from the Hall of Valor again. You can't escape, Miss Saint." Shirou said in her ear with a smile.

The words of the young man in front of him combined with that smile were like a devil in Jeanne's eyes.

"Asshole..." Joan of Arc said angrily with tears of despair in the corners of her eyes.

"Well, the little game is over for the time being. It's halftime now. Let's untie her."

"Yes." Medea nodded, then raised her hand.

The red magic thread that was wrapped around her slender wrist like a rope, causing the girl to bend down, was directly released by Medea.

And under the erosion of that magic, Jeanne's body, which had long been unable to resist, suddenly softened and fell to the ground.

"Ugh!" She cried out in pain.

Shirou stretched out his hand to help her up. The moment her body was touched, Jeanne's body suddenly tensed up. Like an ordinary girl who was about to be forced to fall, she panicked and stretched out her weak hands to push her. he.

"No, don't touch me!"

Jeanne, whose body was weakened by Medea's magic, was unable to resist at this moment and could only be helplessly hugged by Shirou.

"You haven't completely lost your will even now. It's really admirable, Miss Saint."

Shirou sighed and took her back to the living room.

It's time for dinner now.

Sakura and Illya are getting ready

With today's dinner.

The warm and peaceful atmosphere in the room made Jeanne look a little dull.

If this young Jeanne d'Arc was a villain, it would be impossible for her to create such a reassuring home.

"Although Servant doesn't need to eat, maybe eating something will make you feel better."

Under Saber's somewhat reluctant gaze, Shirou took a dish and placed it in front of Jeanne.

"I will not eat……!"

Jeanne, who had recovered a little, started to get hard again.

Then, Shirou raised his hand.

"Order it with a command curse————"

Seeing the scarlet light of the Command Seal shining, Jeanne's expression was filled with confusion and shock.

"You——you actually used the Command Seal for such a thing!?"

Joan of Arc was completely stunned.

This guy is absolutely crazy!

Although her heart was full of disbelief and resistance, her hands still moved uncontrollably.

"Damn it...!"

Chapter 58 Kyudo Club Competition

In the early morning, warm sunlight shines in through the gaps in the curtains, and bright orange beams of light float in the air.

Shirou let go of the girl in his arms and carefully stood up and got out of bed.

After that night, Saber seemed to be less wary of her, and now even if she hugged her to sleep like that, it was just a token resistance.

It looks like the last step is not far away.

Shirou thought as he went to the bathroom to wash up.

Illya and Sakura also got up after that and prepared breakfast together.

After a simple breakfast, everyone headed to school together.

"Good morning, Orihara-san, and Sakura too~"

As soon as she arrived at the school gate, she met Ayako Mizuchi, who was dressed in dojo uniform and ready to change.

"Good morning, Meizu-san."

Sakura also smiled and nodded to the other party.

After saying hello, Mizu Ayako looked at Shirou.

"There is a competition after noon today, don't forget our agreement, Orihara-san~"

"Yes, I understand." Shirou said leisurely.

Afterwards, they each went to the classroom.

Not long after I sat down in my seat, a very smart math teacher came in, skillfully wrote something on the blackboard with a piece of chalk, and began to teach students incessantly.

As for Shirou at this moment, he lowered his head and was concentrating on writing and drawing in his notebook with a pencil.

patter——

The refill suddenly broke, leaving blackened marks on the white notebook.

Shirou pressed the end of the pencil, and a new refill drilled out of the tip. He then held the pen and wrote quickly, pinching the pencil and began to stain the pure white notebook with dense black.

After a moment.

Shirou looked at his masterpiece, the corners of his mouth slightly raised in satisfaction.

When Joan of Arc saw this scene in her spiritual state, she felt that this guy was mocking her, and she was so angry that she wanted to rush out and punch him.

Jingle, Jingle, Jingle————

As the bell rang for the end of get out of class, the lively atmosphere in the classroom returned to the same level as before, as if even the air was filled with a pleasant atmosphere.

As soon as get out of class was over, the students returned to the atmosphere of playing independently.

For example, a few students sitting in the corner are playing Monster Hunter on each other's PSPs, and they can't help but marvel at something wonderful from time to time.

"wonderful!"

Then, it seemed that the game had entered another stage, and they rushed to urge their friends.