I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice

Shirou's 【Intuition C】has failed.

This thing is very reliable in combat, but it is used to find people...

It is indeed not as good as Joan of Arc's [Revelation].

Shirou only had a vague sense of one direction, so he chased in that direction all the way.

After a while, he saw a parking lot.

But that's not the point, the point is that he saw that girl in this parking lot.

About twelve or thirteen years old, with the same blond hair and a dull hair as her mother.

Except for that petite body, it can be said that she looks exactly like her mother.

And this is her stronghold, right?

Without hesitation, Shirou swung his [evil] hand and grabbed the girl.

...

"Isn't it alright?" Gray looked towards a violin shop not far away, and sighed heavily.

Her Servant is good at everything, obedient and cute, but there is one thing that is hard to accept.

That is her pursuit of art.

Before the gasoline ran out, they came to the city of Vasha.

As a result, as soon as the car was parked, her Servant was attracted by the violin shop next to her. No matter how much she tried to drag her, she ran to the violin shop to pick out the violin she wanted.

There was no other way, Gray could only stand there and wait for her.

At this time, Gray instinctively felt a chill.

Hearing the whistling wind, Gray turned her head suddenly, only to see a huge black mud hand grabbing towards her.

not good!

Gray thought violently, and then waved his hand, only to see a flash of silver light, and a holy sword appeared, cutting the huge black mud hand.

With a "click", part of the palm fell to the ground.

Gray was about to call her Servant, but the palm that fell on the ground turned into a tide of mud, engulfing her.

Gray frowned, showing a solemn expression, the holy sword in his hand was emitting a faint light, and was about to be released, but the next moment, a black hand stretched out from the ground, grabbed her ankle and pulled .

"Wow."

Gray yelled, her lower body was unstable, and she was about to fall to the ground, but the mud tide rushed in and cushioned her body, then tied her up like a rope, and pulled her over.

Gray groaned inwardly.

She was careless!

She was attacked!

The guardian of this connection point must have been watching her from the moment she entered Romania, waiting for a fighter.

And now, her Servant has left her, it is the best time to fight!

Careless!

Really careless!

I thought it was a connection point for novices, but I let my guard down.

Is the gutter going to capsize now?

Gray was nervous, ready to use the command spell to call her Servant over.

However, when she was pulled by the mud and saw the performer, she couldn't help being stunned.

Shirou looked at the twelve or thirteen-year-old girl in front of him, with blond hair and holy blue eyes, who looked exactly like Artoria.

Emotions surged in my heart, and I wanted to say something, but I couldn't confide.

There is a nervous, but inexplicable emotion.

But a man, shouldn't he be a man with a straight chest?

After taking three deep breaths, Shirou said seriously, "Your name is Mordred, right? You may not know it, but I am your father, Guinevere!"

Gray: "?"

Gray was dumbfounded.

Do not.

The moment she saw Shirou, she was stunned.

And now...

What a fool!

Gray couldn't help but said: "I'm sorry. I know that many people look exactly like me, but...you misidentified the person."

Shirou shook his head and said, "I will not admit my mistake."

Shirou was quite sure that he did not admit his mistake.

Although the eye contact just now was only for a short moment, Shirou has already imprinted Mordred's appearance in his mind.

She looks exactly the same as the twelve or thirteen-year-old girl in front of her, even her hairstyle is the same. Except that Mordred was wearing pale silver armor, and this girl was wearing a white shirt with plaid and black stockings.

Although the clothes were different, it was not ruled out that Mordred would return to the stronghold, so he took off his battle clothes and put on his daily clothes because he felt at ease.

Although there are many people who look exactly like Arturia, the Mordred he just met looks like Artoria who is twelve or thirteen years old. To put it simply, he is Lori Al.

And such an Artoria species does not exist except for his naturally grown Mordred.

"Your Excellency Fuji, Fujimaru... I, I am Grey!" Gray pointed at himself and couldn't help but say.

Suddenly being said to be her father, Grey's heart was broken.

She must correct this mistake.

Shirou, who was in a mess, was stunned when he heard this sentence: "Huh?"