Chapter Seven "Shalltear Bloodfallen"

Shirou analysed the equipment that the humans and the vampire used. Each person was attired in a full panoply of equipment which varied between each of them. Their gear was not simple and functional, but as decorative and unique as his own equipment. They looked quite potent at a glance. When he continued to look at them and activated his passive abilities that Unlimited Blade Works bestowed upon him, he was surprised to also find additional information that came to his mind. It was information not from his Reality Marble and the information was displaying data that made no sense in real life, but something not out place like a videogame such as YGGDRASIL.

The equipment of the humans used were the first thing that Shirou had seen since coming to the New World as Noble Phantasms. Actually, the Noble Phantasms that the humans were using were very different from a great deal of ones he knew. Most Noble Phantasms were used by one human and rarely more than two as Noble Phantasms were simple not just objects associated with a legendary hero, but it could also by an act associated with their legend. Nine Lives Blade Works and Godhand that belonged to Hercules was unique only to himself for his act of slaying the Hydra and the Twelve Labors of Hercules. It was nearly unheard save for a few Noble Phantasms to be associated with more than one hero.

Of course, there were exceptions to every rule. There was himself, who thanks to his Reality Marble, could copy and use Noble Phantasms for himself. Not all Noble Phantasms were associated with a legendary hero. It could also be associated with a group such as Fragarach, which could be used by the Fraga bloodline that Bazett belonged too.

What alarmed him was that he was seeing multiple Noble Phantasms wielded by each individual. It was not unheard of Heroic Spirits to wield more than one Noble Phantasms. While they were many Heroic Spirits that had made their name known for a single act that made them legends, they were many that known for numerous legendary acts.

Shirou quickly shook his head. The Noble Phantasms were recorded in his Reality Marble. He could discern the abilities and history of them on a later date. What he needed to do right now was concentrate on the battle before him. There was a threat before him and needed to be eliminate. He didn't forget that the Black Swords needed to be avenged.

He quickly brought forth a Mystic Code that he had encountered in his travels and embedded its concept into armor. His presence almost disappeared at once. A very potent, but small Bounded Field surrounded him. Shirou became effectively invisible from multiple methods of detection from the most often used method sight as light was warped around him. He didn't become invisible, but also untraceable to smell and hearing. It was a potent Mystic Code that he used, but it wasn't foolproof as there were methods to still detect his presence.

Some distance was placed between Shirou and where the fighting was targeting place. A distance that was far by the standards of mortals, but the standards that he used was far beyond that realm. He was someone, who had fought Servants, Dead Apostle Ancestors and the likes to come out alive and win. A distance of three kilometers was something that he placed between himself and the battlefield. The reason for the distance was many fold. The most important reason was so that Shirou could observe the entire battlefield, not just the combatants that were fighting, but any that might join in. He also used the distance in the event that he needed to attack.

Distance was one Shirou's greatest strength, especially against enemies that fought close up and large group of enemies. There were numerous Mystic Codes and Noble Phantasms stored within Unlimited Blade Works that could only be brought to full might when he had a fair amount of distance between himself and the target for it was either to potent that he would get himself injured or killed if there was no distance.

"Trace On," Shirou chanted as he brought a weapon into existence that personal experience had told him was most suited against even powerful being.

A long, crimson spear appeared in Shirou's hands. It was no ordinary spear for it was yielded by two legendary figures in Celtic legend. The first being Scáthach, the gatekeeper and queen of the Land of Shadows, and the second being, Cú Chulainn, the Hound of Ireland. Each user a legend in their own right to wield the spear with a long and bloody past known as Gae Bolg. A weapon that later became to mean "spear of mortal pain/death", "gapped/notched spear", or "belly spear" in Celtic.

He looked at the spear with mixed feelings as his heart shuddered as it remembered the phantom pain of it being pierced once. Shirou made silent prayers for what seemed times beyond count that he thanked Rin for saving his life. The spear was an incredible potent weapon even against those of incredible regeneration or immortality.

A massive, long black bow materialized in his left hand. The crimson spear began to shorten and thicken. It coiled itself into a spiral shape as it became more and more aerodynamic. Gae Bolg had transformed into from a massive spear into a notched sword-arrow as Shirou pulled the black longbow to full draw.

The shape of Gae Bolg was now suitable for him to fire like an arrow, the concept that gave its mystic properties had yet to change. The conceptual effect of Gae Bolg had to be altered as no longer was it "a spear that had already pierced the heart by reversing cause and effect," but "an arrow that had already pierced the heart by reversing cause and effect."

"Done," Shirou muttered as he finished the last modifications and checks.

He stabbed the modified Gae Bolg that he nicknamed "Gae Bolg II," following the designation that EMIYA had started when he had done something similar to Caladbolg and renamed it Caladbolg II. The legendary weapon easily stabbed into the ground as Shirou released his drawstring to give off a satisfying twang, signifying that it was in proper working order.

Shirou then returned to his full attention to the battlefield that he had only been half-attention to as he made his preparations.

The start of the battle had easily been in favor of the humans as had outnumbered the Vampire. They had used that advantage to great effect. Wounding the Vampire whatever opportunity provided itself. That didn't last for too long. At the start of the battle, they had been relatively unharmed before, but now were sporting all sorts minor and major wounds. Even in their wounded state, they were fighting and their teamwork was impressive, but it was obvious in who's favor the battle was going too.

The Vampire was powerful. Opportunities to attack the Vampire that had presented themselves often at the start of the battle, no longer appeared as often. It was like she was beginning to get familiar with how her human opponents fought and she was beginning to anticipate. This manifesting itself as the Vampire didn't give any of her human enemies anytime for respite for long. Depriving the humans from healing themselves with magic and potions or setting up the use of powerful magic or abilities that took some time before executing.

While her human opponents were begin to tire and accumulate wounds, the vampire seemed to never tire and her wounds healing thanks to magical enchantment of her lance.

Shirou made the decision. He believed that he had learned enough about the abilities of both sides. It was evident that the humans were going to lose at their current pace and it was reaching the point that it had been a miracle that none of the humans had died. To prevent the death of a human, he had to intervene now.

He quickly drew Gae Bolg from the ground and notched as he pulled the drawstring to its furthest.

"Gae Bolg!" Shirou chanted as released the sword-arrow.

The sword-arrow shot out of Shirou so much force that there was a loud boom. The very same sound to announce that it had broken through the sound barrier and also making a gigantic explosion of noise that made it seemed that Shirou had fired an artillery instead of firing a repurposed Noble Phantasm from a bow.

Gae Bolg left behind a red line as bits of magical energy made the red light. The crimson sword-arrow travelled so quickly that the spear itself was faster than the sound generated by its speed came later. The vampire and the humans were completely when they saw a red line and then something drilling through the vampire's chest where her heart would be located.

It didn't stop there. Parts of Gae Bolg shot through the vampire's body. Thousands of tiny barbs that pierced and shredded everything around the heart and began to spread. The rate of its spreading increased by the bloodstream that continued to move blood with the decreasing pressure, which moved blood around the body, that was rapidly declining with the destruction of the heart.

Red eyes glowed in shock before her hands reached for the crimson spear that pierced through her chest and kept in pinned to the ground. Even as she screamed as her insides were being shredded, she tried to extract the spear from her heart, but no avail. The spreading barbs wreaked havoc to the point that her body struggled with increasingly less movement as she tried to take out the object that pierced her heart and continued to damage her.

It was within moments that the red eyes faded and the vampire stopped moving.

There was a collective sigh as the human saw their enemy that they had been fighting for so long. An enemy that had been seemed invincible as she seemed to never run out of energy and her wounds disappeared.

"Captain?! What do we do?!" One of the humans shouted.

No more words needed to be said. The humans, despite how wounded or tired they were, quickly got into battle positions and looked for the one responsible for killing the vampire. Just because they had been helped didn't mean that their savior might not turn his attention on them. For all they knew their savior might have been taking out a rival and not to save them.

"Get out of there!" Shirou shouted.

The humans were confused by what they heard, but it soon became apparent when one of them noticed something. What the human saw before them defied what they could imagine. Common knowledge dictated that despite a vampire no longer being human, it would still die if its heart was pierced. Yet, somehow that common fact was turned into a false statement.

"Disperse!" The captain of the human shouted.

A barrage of objects soon smashed into the area and caused a succession of explosions, but not before the humans were able to safely escape the bombarded area.

The smoke created by the explosions and kicked up dust began to disperse as the bombardment ceased. What the human saw was something that they could believe.

"No way…"

"Even after that…?"

"What does it take to kill the vampire…?"

"We are retreating. The Cardinals must be informed of this threat," said the leader of the group.

There was no arguments. All of them had nearly avoided death several times because of their own personal prowess and the aid of each other. They were in no position to fight the enemy when they were wounded and tired. What they could only do was retreat and fight another day. Hopefully the intel that they had gathered on the vampire enough would make a difference if they were to fight again.

Each human nodded at each other. Then they all dispersed in every direction so that the vampire would have to chase one of them and couldn't kill all of them.

- O -

Shalltear Bloodfallen growled in annoyance even as the smoke and kicked up dust caused by the explosions dispersed. She didn't even care to chase after the humans that she had been fighting run away. The vampire was lost in her thoughts as she thought.

She couldn't believe what had been happened. Her HP that had been constantly hovering around 100% thanks to multiple factors – such as her high HP, defensive stats, armor, resistance and passive health generation – even during the intense fight with the humans that had lasted several minutes. Somehow in one moment, her HP gone dropped all the way down to 0%, resulting in her death.

"Thank you, Peroroncino-sama," Shalltear muttered gratefully to her creator for bestowing her with a resurrection item.

The weapon before her made her shiver in fear, even if it had been for a moment. The crimson spear that pierced the ground and standing where she had only been moments ago had it not been for the revival item. She fought back the shiver and slapped herself.

"Shalltear, focus!" She shouted and then looked at the weapon for its stats. "What?! What is Gae Bolg doing here?!" Shalltear screamed in alarm as she prepared to fight and her eyes darted around.

Dread shot down her spine as she realized what danger she faced. Even she knew the legendary weapon. It was a legend amongst divine-tier weapons. A weapon wielded by legendary Cu Chulainn. An enemy that even she didn't want to fight as he was someone that surpassed her greatly. Shalltear recalled her creator talking amongst the other Supreme Beings how difficult it had been to slay Cu Chulainn even as a party as he was "too strong for a dungeon boss and should be nerfed." That memory made her even fear more for her own life.

She quickly summoned her wargear. Weapons, armor and accessories that she hadn't been using against the humans that hadn't been anyway dangerous as the individual known as Cú Chulainn. Shalltear felt the familiar weight of her spear, Spuit Lance, and crimson armor. The familiar weight of the gear that her creator had made placed her at ease as it was the same as her creator being with her.

"Blazing Inferno!" A masculine voice chanted.

There was the sound of sizzling, as though someone had thrown a burning torch into water. It looked as though the sun had risen on the land, dying everything in a brilliant white. The exothermic conflagration generated a rapidly-expanding wave of heat, which greedily consumed everything within its radius. Hell lasted only five seconds, but it felt dozens of times longer than that.

Eventually, the brilliant white world disappeared. In the wake of the vanishing pulse of superhot energy was a large circular area – vastly different from before. Nothing outside the area of effect was affected. The trees were still trees, the earth was as full of vitality as the forest, and the forest itself was untouched – an extremely normal world. In contrast, the area within the circular area was charred black, converted into a dead zone of jaw-dropping proportions. The awe-inspiring temperatures had consumed all the vegetation in the area, leaving only a few carbonized tree stumps. There were several vitrified areas on the ground which were still emitting smoke.

"Kakahaaah~ Kahaaaah~!" Shalltear began to laugh as her fear seemingly evaporated.

Shalltear was relieved. There was no need to be afraid. She saw who her attacker was. He was certainly not the person that she had been all scared for. The aura of confidence and power he radiated might have scared others, but not to her. She was after all someone who had seen true power. The power of her creator, Peroroncino-sama, and her fellow Supreme Beings. The silver haired man was nothing compared to them.

"That really hurt!" Shalltear giggled.

"What a troublesome foe I have," said the white haired man. "I was expecting you to die. There are not many, who could survive Gae Bolg."

Blood froze as Shalltear looked at the man with widened eyes. The fear that she had quickly banished began to creep back in full force. The casual way he spoke of Gae Bolg and the words he had said could be implied that he had been the one to use Gae Bolg. The man, who had killed her once was before her. Shalltear instantly readied herself.

Calm, Shalltear. He already used Gae Bolg, Shalltear said to herself as her eyes glanced over to where the crimson spear stood impaled into the ground. There is no way he could use it without reaching for it. He would need to get the weapon into his hands and then wait for its skill to come off a extremely long cooldown before he could use the ability, Gae Bolg: Barbed Spear that Pierces with Death. I just need stop him from retrieving the weapon, and if I fail that than take him out before he can use the ability again.

Shalltear slowly walked forward, her footfalls fracturing the charred ground underneath. Step by step, she shrank the distance between her enemy and herself, the Spuit Lance in her hand cutting through the air as she charged.

Moving with a speed which put gales to shame, Shalltear charged, wreathed in bloodlust. The scorched ground exploded beneath her feet with every step she took. Shalltear aimed the tip of her lance at Shirou and thrusting forward. The lance charge was originally a technique used by mounted knights and made with the speed and weight of their mounts behind it. However, Shalltear's strike made with her extraordinary strength and her awesome speed, easily surpassed that attack.

The vampire was surprised when her enemy responded even faster than she had expected. He moved with such speed that he was a blur. So fast that Shalltear only saw her being deflected what had been an empty hand that was soon filled with a white saber. It didn't stop there. Her enemy quickly counter-attacked with an attack of his own as a black saber materialized into his other hand as he slashed at her.

Shalltear was blown away from the sheer force behind the attack.

"Wall of Stone," Shalltear chanted as stood back up from her downed state and held out an empty hand.

A vast wall of stone emerged from the ground, completely enveloping Shirou. The wall following swallowing its target began to bend, twist, and crumble until it was destroyed.

"Hold of Rib!" Shalltear followed up with another spell, massive ribs erupted from the earth and closed in on Shalltear like a bear trap.

The sharp points of white bone was supposed to bite deeply into the target body, but nothing like that happened. Flimsy, thin red cloth of red overcoat betrayed its true nature. It proved remarkably resilient, betraying its deceiving appearance as the sharpened bones shattered itself against his cloak.

Shalltear braced the Spuit Lance, narrowing her eyes at the white haired man before her. He was clearly very different from the humans that she had fought before her. She would estimate that their levels had been in 50's, but this human was a completely different stock from them. It was hard to guess how powerful that her enemy was as there was a variant of factors that played into how powerful someone was. From what she had seen at the bare minimum, her enemy was at least Level 80.

As she calmly considered this, Shalltear considered the current situation. She made the decision to expect the enemy to be at the very least as strong as a fellow Floor Guardian from Nazarick. That was what she assumed would be a safe estimate.

The enemy was clearly not a purely a warrior as he had used magic. He was a hybrid class that was a warrior and a mage. It was easy to deduce that he was good at fighting at close range as his strength and speed had been enough to easily move faster than she had been expecting and to send her flying back was no small feat. How of his strength and speed was purely from his stats or other sources like equipment, magic buffs and etc was unknown. How much of his power came from stamina and MP would be a factor that she needed to carefully watch.

A drawn-out battle, it is until I learn more about my enemy. Shalltear thought.

Shalltear gripped her divine class Spuit Lance. She was going to have play it safe. The weapon in her hand would ensure that she had least had a battle plan that she could also rely on. She might use all her MP for magic and exhaust all her skills, but Spuit Lance's lifesteal, the special ability to recover the wielder's health in proportion to how much damage it did to an opponent, would allow her to soldier on.

"Mana Essence," Shalltear muttered. A savage grin formed on her face. What she saw was something that greatly pleased her. The amount of MP that her enemy had was very low compared to her. At least half of what her maximum MP was. That made that she had the advantage of MP in the fight. Something that she could abuse.

"Frozen Hell," Shirou chanted.

The temperature in the area began to drop dramatically. Mist began to form in the area. Ice formed first on the greenery than on other surfaces where water was concentrated the most. Without warning shards of growing ice sprouted from the ground. Shalltear was not surprised when ice didn't just come out from the ground, but from every direction. Above and to her sides.

"Greater Teleportation." Shalltear chanted.

Shalltear let out a surprised gasp as the enemy that was supposed to be facing her with his back instead turned around and attacked her like he was expecting her to teleport and attempt to attack from his back.

She quickly assumed her mist form to evade the attack. A flurry of attacks passed through the mist that was her body and Shalltear was jolted with pain that she wasn't expecting. Something that shouldn't be possible as while it looked like her body had been transformed into mist, but in reality her body had been phased into the astral plane. Thus, she should have been safe from the attacks, but her HP went down.

"Naive!" The white haired man shouted as weapons specifically designed against spirits materialized in his hands and he threw them.

Black Keys that were specifically designed to be used against souls even in their astral state, found their mark on Shalltear's body. Wracked by agony, Shalltear terminated her mist form. She felt her lip split, and something soft and slippery escaped from within.

Shalltear quickly tried to put as much distance as she could between herself and the enemy as her body rematerialized. The enemy had become more troublesome with the appearance of Black Keys. While each one was not a potent weapon, they were against beings of her nature. Weapons that were effective against both spirits and the enemies of men.

Still, Shalltear's lips could not help but curl up in a smile. There were not many that she got to unleash her bloodlust upon as there were few enemies that she could fight without holding back. She would enjoy this fight and if she won then enjoy the blood of her enemy.

"Hallowed Earth."

Countless lances of earth erupted from the ground. The ivory spears assailed Shalltear from all directions, but instead of hitting her they hit a defensive, magical barrier. She heard the sound of what seemed like glass cracking, and Shalltear's protective barrier shattered with it. Scattered chips of bone flew in all directions, melting away into nothingness.

"Cheh!" Shalltear cursed in surprise. She had not expected this magic barrier — upon which she had spent a significant amount of mana to be broken in one move. Shalltear was unable to believe this as the attack on her continued.

"That is a very strange reaction from a Dead Apostle. Most of your kind like to flaunt how powerful they are by allowing themselves to be injured by wounds that would kill mortals and then strike fear into your enemy by demonstrating your regeneration from even the worst of injuries. Especially since tonight is when the full moon is out," said her enemy.

Shalltear stopped for a moment. She didn't think about her enemy, but what he had said. His words baffled her. The words "Dead Apostle" was something that she had never heard about or how her kind was referred. Yet, it was like he was expecting something more from her. As if he knew something more about her species that she didn't know. The confidence he held also seem to imply that the knowledge had not been gained from reading or hearing about it, but actually witness the ability that he talked about from himself.

"Or is that you're a newly fledged Dead Apostle? Wait… that doesn't make sense… You cannot be a newly born Dead Apostle… You were fighting several humans that were low-Servant level and they had Noble Phantasms. Only a powerful Dead Apostle or Dead Apostle Ancestor is capable of such a task. So why don't you know about that ability when it has already been used to resurrect you from Gae Bolg? Is that you're low on prana?" The white haired human mused.

"Greater Teleportation," Shalltear chanted as she hoped to position herself in a favorable position to attack. That position being above her enemy as he had anticipated her teleportation last time when she tried to attack from the back.

"Naïve!" The white haired human shouted.

Eyes widened in surprise as Shalltear found herself surrounded by whirling black and white sabers. She didn't transform herself into a mist as it had been proven that her enemy had weapons that could hurt even astralized beings. Shalltear twisted her body to avoid as many of the sabers as possible. A pained grunt was all the noise she made as she hopped back and saw several places where the sabers had cut through her armor.

"Who are you?!" Shalltear demanded. "I am Shalltear Bloodfallen, Floor Guardian of 1st, 2nd and 3rd Floors of the Great Tomb of Nazarick!"

"Shirou Emiya," the white haired man replied. "Don't think you can get away. Wind Blades."

Wind formed in sharpened blades came at incredible speeds, seeking blood.

Shalltear evoked an Impure Shockwave Shield. A wave of force, colored reddish-black like clotted blood, spread forth, disintegrating the blade-shaped wind upon contact. A demonstration of some of Shalltear's skills, which combined offense and defense.

She went on the offensive. A gigantic divine lance appeared in her hand. It was well over three meters long with an especially large head. The aura of purity it emanated proved that this was no ordinary weapon. It reflected the rays of the sun in its silver radiance, producing a beautiful and eye-catching display.

"You're not the only one that can summon weapons," Shalltear laughed. "Its name is the Purifying Javelin! Please enjoy it!"

Shalltear released the platinum lance as she laughed. She did not throw it like a javelin, but instead it rose by itself and darted out. A weapon which was guaranteed to hit if she spent additional MP. It did hit. The resulting action didn't occur as Shalltear had imagined her javelin to pierce through the light, leather breastplate that Shirou wore and out the other way of his chest.

"Is that all?" Shirou asked with a bemused smile as javelin glanced off his breastplate.

She summoned the gigantic lance to her hand again, and cast it forth once more. The lance travelled at another destination, this time at the shoulder that wasn't protected by the breastplate. Shirou was able to narrowly dodge, but the javelin's autotargeting property made it come around and cut at his forearm before he smashed it into pieces with Kanshou.

"Interesting…" Shirou muttered as he inspected the wound on his forearm. This was the first time he had been injured since coming to the New World and happened interested him greatly. He didn't do anything, yet his wounds healed. He made special note to investigate later.

"Mana Essence," Shalltear chanted as she inspected Shirou's MP and then she fought to suppress the laughter rising in her heart. She had been right to think that her enemy was a hybrid warrior-mage class. His MP was low and the rate in which her MP was at, she held the advantage that would soon become larger as warriors relied close combat in general. When his MP was depleted, she could maintain distance and bombard her enemy with magic until he was defeated.

"Maximize Magic - Vermilion Nova!" Shalltear chanted.

The crimson blaze engulfed Shirou. Yet, nothing of what Shalltear was expecting happened. The heat was so high that skin would melt off bone, but that was not what happened. Fire struggled to even cause burn marks before sizzling sound boomed and there was an explosion of must that obscured the area around where Shirou had once been standing.

Shalltear looked around to see where she would be attacked from. She detected nothing having coming out from the mist covered area. Words began to slip out of her mouth as she chanted. That was when she saw something in the mist. What started as a red light that eventually started to dye the heavy mist red. Curiosity did little to stop her from continuing her chant. It was obvious that her enemy was preparing something and she would act first.

"Gae Bolg!" Shalltear heard and her eyes widened in disbelief as she saw the crimson spear that had already killed her once, pierce through her chest again.

"No way… How…?" Shalltear gasped and she coughed out blood as she looked at where she had kept her eyes on Gae Bolg the entire time. It was still there standing where she last saw it struck in the ground, but somehow an exact replica of Gae Bolg was had pierced her heart once more and shredding her insides with the thousands of barbs spreading throughout her entire body.

Her eyes continued to stare at the two Gae Bolgs that she was seeing. Gae Bolg was a unique divine-class weapon. There was only supposed to be one. Only one weapon. A weapon that was highly sought after by the 41 Supreme Beings, whom had created Nazarick and all her inhabitants. The Supreme Being seeking it for the one-hit kill ability. So she was looking at an impossibility as there was only supposed to be one. There was also the supposed cooldown that could only be used a day. Somehow… her enemy had not just used it once in a day, but twice.

I must warn… Ainz-sama… Nazarick… Anybody of the danger this Shirou Emiya is, Shalltear thought as she felt her life drain away from her. I cannot die here…. I have too…

Any thoughts that Shalltear had disappeared when she heard the words, "Unlimited Blade Works," and she felt her body warping somewhere else like it did when she teleported.

A twilight from the extended horizon bathed her new surroundings. Green plains that never ended. Blades of all manner and types that stretched until the eye could see. All of them of extremely high quality. Craftmanship that was unmatched. Forged and adorned with material of the highest levels. Shalltear's blood froze as felt that each and every weapon was an incredible dangerous weapon that even the Supreme Being would pay limb to use. Weapons that matched even the strongest weapons in Nazarick's treasury.

No… I cannot die here… Ainz-sama! Shalltear thought before everything blackened out.

- O -

"Woah… She was a good warm up. Not the strongest Dead Apostle I have fought. I bet she would've pushed me if the fight lasted longer as she got more serious…" Shirou sighed in relief as he dispatched the enemy before him. I need to thank Rin for teaching me, High-Speed Incantation. Without it I would've been able to transport the Dead Apostle into my Reality Marble. He then turned his attention to his surroundings. Who is watching me? Could they be related to the Great Tomb of Nazarick that was recorded on the Dead Apostle's gear?

Shirou surveyed his surroundings to see if there were any enemies nearby. He found none. No enemies or anything that could be a familiar or object that could be used to be observing him. So someone was using magecraft to watch the battlefield from a large distance like a telescope.

He quickly checked if there was anything left behind on the battlefield that might reveal more of his magecraft than was already revealed. Shirou had encountered mages in the past that could learn surprising deal amount the inner working of a mage's specialty like a detective investigating the crime scene. The last thing he needed was to find that his fight had revealed more about his abilities than he had displayed.

When he found nothing to give away more of his magecraft, Shirou quickly dismissed his Projections and made best speed to get away from the battlefield.

I wonder if I can still resurrect the Sword of Darkness? It might be impossible as there isn't a corpse, but I might try. And I need to report the Dead Apostle to the Adventurer's Guild. Shirou thought as he left the battlefield behind.

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