Chapter 7: Fem's Casa Part 7

(Prelude)

Kuroka perched in the crook of a tree branch, her body tucked into the shadows cast by the moonlight filtering through the leaves. The night was cool, and the air tinged with something unnerving—an energy that clung to her skin, as if something unspeakable was about to rise from the ground itself. Below her lay the clearing, an open field shadowed in a foreboding quietness. It felt like a perfect place for a ritual, especially one as forbidden as Jester's plan to resurrect a demon god.

She knew her role tonight wasn't flashy. Her job was to stall Jester and, if possible, keep him from completing his ritual long enough for Shirou to pull off his part. The seriousness of it all made her fur bristle. For someone as casual as Kuroka, she felt something akin to dread, though she'd be the last to admit it.

Moments passed, her golden eyes keenly watching as nothing stirred. It felt like a long breath held in anticipation. And then, at last, a figure emerged from the shadows, stepping into the moonlight with an aura of unearthly calm. Jester Karture.

Kuroka's eyes narrowed as she observed him from her perch, her tail flicking slowly behind her. He carried himself with that same air of confidence she'd seen countless times, his cloak billowing with each slow, deliberate step. But this time, he wasn't alone. Laying before him on a stone slab, like some grotesque offering, was the remains of Goetia—the demon god whose resurrection he seemed so intent on bringing about.

Kuroka let out a quiet sigh, pushing away the irritation that prickled at her. "Oh, great," she muttered under her breath, "and here I thought this would be a boring night, nyaa."

"Time to make an entrance," she muttered to herself, dropping down soundlessly from the tree and stepping into the clearing, her movements swift and deliberate.

"Well, well," she began with a sly smile, her tone sharp, yet light. "It seems I've caught you in the middle of your little ritual. Not every day I see you so committed, Mister Jester Karture. Or should I called you by your true name, Dorothea."

Jester turned, his gaze narrowing as he took in the sight of her with a sneer. "Look who it is? The infamous stray devil and the Nebirons' Test Subject, Kuroka." he spat, voice dripping with disdain. "Why am I not surprised? Always lurking, always interfering in matters beyond you. And don't call me Dorothea if you know what's good for you." Jester said as his tone is laced with venom as he spoke the last sentence.

Kuroka offered a mocking smile, arms crossed under her big chest as she tilted her head to the side, looking him up and down with casual disdain. "oooh, you're so scary, nyaa. Also, matters beyond me? Please. You're playing with forces you can barely control, and here you are talking big." Her eyes flicked to the holy grail in his hand, the sight of it solidifying her intent. "And trying to bring back that thing? Hoping it'll do the dirty work for you against Van Fem?"

Jester's eyes widened slightly after hearing Kuroka's words, then he said. "How do you know I'm planning to kill Van Fem?" He asked Kuroka suspiciously while giving her an accusation glare.

Kuroka giggles as she hears his question, "Oh, please... You should've known that by my reputation, I'm just that good in doing this kind of things." She said in a playfully mocking tone.

"Still, what I don't understand is why do you want to kill Van Fem, nyaa? Aren't you two used to be a close friend?" Kuroka asked curiously while putting her finger on her chin while putting a playful thinking pose.

Jester scoffed, gripping the grail possessively, his eyes alight with a twisted fervor. "Van Fem's reign over Monaco is long overdue for an end. Goetia's power will wipe him out in a single sweep, and then the city will fall under my rule—a kingdom where none will dare challenge me."

Kuroka snorted, an unimpressed smirk creeping onto her face. "You think reviving Goetia will make you unstoppable? That beast is as likely to devour you as it is Van Fem. And when it's finished, where will that leave you?"

Jester's gaze hardened, his face twisting in rage. "I know what I'm doing. Goetia's power will be mine to command." He took a step forward, his aura flaring darkly as he glowered at her. "And you, little stray cat, won't stand in my way."

Kuroka's expression turned from mockery to defiance, her eyes narrowing as her stance shifted, preparing herself for the battle. "Guess I'll have to teach you a lesson, then," she replied, her voice low and taunting. "Besides, someone has to keep people like you from destroying everything in sight for their petty ambitions."

Before he could respond, Kuroka moved, her body flickering with dark energy as she charged at him, closing the distance between them in a flash. Her hands, now brimming with crackling dark aura, struck out in swift, deadly arcs. Jester met her strike with a block, his own aura flaring as he deflected her blows. The force of their clash sent sparks flying, their power lighting up the field in bursts of red and black.

Jester retaliated, lunging forward with a series of precise, brutal strikes, each one laced with malice. Kuroka dodged and twisted, evading his blows with fluid grace, countering his attacks with swift strikes of her own. Her claws slashed through the air, leaving trails of dark energy in their wake, but Jester was relentless, his speed matching hers move for move.

For a moment, she let him drive her back, pretending to stumble under his relentless strikes. Just as he lunged forward, his grip tightening on the grail, Kuroka seized her chance. With a deft twist, she reached in and swiped at his hand, her fingers closing around the grail's smooth, cold surface.

Jester's eyes widened in shock as she tore the Sephiroth Graal from his grip, pulling it away from him with a triumphant grin. He snarled, furious, lunging toward her to reclaim it. "You—! Do you have any idea what you're meddling with?"

"Oh, I know exactly what I'm meddling with," she taunted, holding the grail just out of reach. "And it looks like you'll be meddling with a whole lot of nothing."

She pivoted and darted back, keeping her hold on the grail tight as she dodged his furious swipes. His aura surged, darkening the very air around them as he pursued her, rage etched into every movement. But Kuroka was quick, weaving and evading, her agility keeping her just one step ahead of his wrath.

Their clash intensified as Jester, realizing he was losing control of the situation, unleashed a surge of dark energy that swept over the clearing like a tidal wave. Kuroka countered with a blast of her own aura, meeting his power with fierce determination. The two forces collided, sending a shockwave that shook the ground beneath them, and Kuroka barely managed to hold her own.

"Enough games," Jester snarled, his aura flaring once more. He raised his hand, a dark sphere of energy materializing, pulsing ominously as it grew in size. It thrummed with lethal energy, and Kuroka could tell it was designed to obliterate her.

Just then, she felt a faint tingling at the edge of her senses—a familiar presence. Glancing down, she caught sight of Millarca's familiar, a small bat glimmering with a message from Shirou. It was the signal she'd been waiting for, and she knew what she needed to do.

Feigning a stumble, she let herself be driven back, creating just enough space between herself and Jester. Her eyes met his one last time, her smile growing smug as she gave him a mock salute. "Too bad, Jester. Looks like you're out of time."

With a flick of her wrist, she cast a teleportation spell, enveloping herself in a shimmering darkness as she disappeared from his sight. She left him standing alone in the clearing, his face twisted in frustration and rage, the echo of her mocking laughter lingering in the air.

In the safety of the night sky above, Kuroka looked down, cradling the Sephiroth Graal in her hands. She exhaled a long, relieved breath, watching the scene below. Just in time, she caught sight of a bright, glinting arc—a streak of light soaring through the air from Van Fem's cruise ship. It was Shirou's attack, aimed precisely at the center of the clearing.

She watched as the weapon struck, erupting in a massive explosion that lit up the night, consuming the entire clearing in a searing blaze. The shockwave rippled through the air, and for a brief moment, the whole area was bathed in blinding light.

"That's one way to finish things off with a bang, nyaa." Kuroka smirked to herself as she watches Jester and Goetia's remains engulfed by the explosion, feeling the weight of the Sephiroth Graal in her hand, her heart pounding with a thrill of victory.

With this, her errands should be completed. Now, all that's left to do is to take her payment.

(Present Time)

The night was quiet and still as Shirou, Millarca, and Kuroka returned to the hotel, bringing Valerie safely with them after their recent battles. They navigated through Monte Carlo's late-night streets, keeping a cautious eye on their surroundings even as they finally approached the towering hotel that had served as their base.

Valerie lay unconscious on her bed, her face pale but serene. The past few days had been nothing short of a whirlwind—a series of clashes, escapes, and narrow victories that had tested each of them in ways they hadn't expected. And yet, now, as Shirou looked down at the Sephiroth Graal in his hand, he felt a flicker of hope. They were so close to saving Valerie.

Kuroka leaned over him, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Well, here it is. That Jester idiot wasn't expecting me to nab this right under his nose," she smirked, crossing her arms with satisfaction.

Millarca, standing nearby, chuckled. "He won't need it where he's going, anyway. Assuming he didn't survive Shirou's little fireworks display."

Shirou nodded, still focused on the Graal. The memory of his Caladbolg III blast engulfing Jester and Goetia's corpse in a fiery explosion was still vivid, but he knew better than to underestimate Jester's resilience. For now, though, they had to hope he was out of the picture. "Let's hope it's enough," he muttered.

Kuroka grinned. "If he comes back, we'll just remind him how badly he's outnumbered." She stepped back as Shirou knelt beside Valerie, carefully lowering the Sephiroth Graal toward her.

The Graal's glow intensified, casting a warm light that seemed to sink into Valerie's skin. A moment later, her breathing grew deeper, steadier, and a soft color began to return to her cheeks. The energy from the Graal pulsed gently, then slowly faded, leaving only the faintest shimmer as it was absorbed back into her soul.

Millarca took a deep breath, looking relieved. "There, that should do it. She'll be awake soon, and… hopefully back to her old self."

Kuroka leaned back in one of the armchairs, stretching her arms with a yawn. "Finally, we can take a breather." Her usual playfulness crept back into her tone as she smirked. "Honestly, with all the chaos we've gone through these past few days, I'd say we earned this."

Shirou chuckled lightly, nodding. "Yeah, we can actually sit down and look back at all of it now that the main threats are out of the way. Morte's gone, we stopped Elmenhilde—wherever she ended up—and Jester... well, let's just say Caladbolg made sure he won't be coming back." He took a deep breath, the weight of their recent victories settling over him.

Kuroka nodded, a satisfied glint in her eye. "And we're finally here with the Sephiroth Graal safe, and Valerie can be free of all that suffering she went through. I think we can all appreciate that."

As they continued to talk, Millarca turned to Shirou with a thoughtful expression. "Speaking of our efforts… Shirou, that weapon summoning ability of yours has been a lifesaver more times than I can count. How do you manage to pull off something like that?"

Shirou glanced away, a little surprised but not entirely unprepared. He'd known they might eventually ask, especially after seeing him create such a wide range of weaponry in the past few days. Yet he hadn't decided how much he was willing to share.

"Well," he said, scratching the back of his head, "It's just part of my ability. I can create replicas of any weapon or artifact that I see or touch. They're not the originals, but they're usually strong enough to hold up in a fight."

Kuroka crossed her arms, leaning forward with a curious gleam in her eye. "That's all well and good, but we're not just talking about regular swords here, are we?" Her eyes narrowed playfully. "I mean, that Vajra you let me use when we went up against Morte—that's not something just anyone can recreate, you know. You shouldn't even have had a way to see or handle it unless you had a little one-on-one time with Indra or something."

Shirou hesitated, realizing Kuroka was more observant than he'd given her credit for. Her feline eyes seemed to see right through his casual explanations, so he gave a slight, reluctant nod. "All right, maybe there's a bit more to it. But it's still just my ability."

Millarca's curiosity deepened as she tilted her head. "So, what exactly are you working with? I've heard of Sacred Gears that can create weapons, like Sword Birth or Blade Blacksmith, but you're talking about summoning things that feel way beyond that." She glanced at Kuroka, who was nodding in agreement.

Realizing he needed to deflect further questions, Shirou took a deep breath and answered carefully. "It's true that my ability is connected to a Sacred Gear, but I'm still not completely sure of its name or origin myself. I only know that it lets me replicate things I've seen. Maybe it's like Sword Birth or Blade Blacksmith; maybe it's something else. Either way, it's been more useful than I ever expected."

Kuroka gave him a long, skeptical look, clearly not entirely convinced but choosing to let it slide for now. She shrugged, settling back with a playful smile. "Well, whatever it is, I'm not complaining. It's kept us alive so far, so I guess we'll let you keep your secrets for now."

At that moment, a soft stirring from the bed caught their attention. Valerie's eyelids fluttered open, and her gaze shifted slowly, trying to take in her surroundings. Her eyes focused on Millarca, her only familiar face among the three.

"Millarca…?" Valerie whispered, her voice faint, as if she were unsure if she was awake.

Millarca leaned closer, offering her a warm smile. "Valerie, you're safe now. We got the Sephiroth Graal back, and we've managed to restore it to you."

Valerie's eyes filled with relief, though there was a lingering confusion as she glanced toward Shirou and Kuroka, who were standing nearby. It was clear she didn't recognize them, and her expression grew slightly wary.

Millarca picked up on her unease and gestured toward Shirou and Kuroka. "These are the people who helped me get you back. Shirou, the one responsible for keeping us all safe, and Kuroka, the one who managed to snag the Graal back from Jester."

Kuroka grinned, waving her fingers in a lazy greeting. "Yo, don't worry, we're the good guys here, nyaa."

Shirou nodded reassuringly. "Glad to finally meet you, Valerie. We've all gone through a lot to make sure you could wake up safe."

Valerie took a slow, deep breath, her gaze softening as she processed everything. "Thank you… thank you all." She paused, overwhelmed with gratitude, her voice barely above a whisper. "I never thought I'd be free of this nightmare…"

Millarca placed a hand on her shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. "You're here now, and that's what matters. We're all together."

For the next hour, they shared a rare, light-hearted moment as they filled Valerie in on the world she had missed. Though still visibly weakened, Valerie managed a small smile as she listened, encouraged by the warmth and camaraderie surrounding her.

As the conversation flowed, the tension of the past few days finally seemed to dissipate, replaced with a comforting sense of relief. They had accomplished most of their objectives: Morte was gone, Elmenhilde had been stopped (though her whereabouts remained unknown), and Jester, despite his unexpected resilience, had been demolished by Shirou's attack.

"Thank you, all of you." She let out a soft, trembling sigh, a mixture of relief and lingering fear, right after the trio have finished filling in of what they have done to rescue her.

"Don't mention it, Valerie. Every thing is over, you are safe now." Millarca said in tender tone as she holds Valerie's hand gently. "Now, that you have nothing to fear of. Is there anything that you feel like doing?"

Valerie hesitated, her gaze drifting as if lost in thought. Then she spoke, her voice quiet but steady. "I… I'd like to see the sun. I've never really seen it. My life has always been spent in dark rooms, and after everything… I feel like I need to see it. To know that it's real, that I'm safe."

Shirou's brow creased in concern. "Are you sure? Even Millarca needs precautions for direct sunlight. Wouldn't it be—"

Kuroka cut in, offering a reassuring smile. "Valerie's different. As a half-blood, she's immune to sunlight. It won't affect her like it does pure-blooded vampires. So, yes," she added with a nod, "she can see the sun if she wishes."

With Kuroka's assurance, the group decided to grant Valerie's request. They would take her through Monte Carlo during the day, allowing her a brief taste of the light she had longed for. The idea itself was something of a balm; after the darkness and uncertainty they'd endured, a simple walk in the city felt almost like a luxury.

But, for now. They decided to end any activities for the night and went to their respective rooms to turn in for the night.

The group began their leisurely tour of Monte Carlo by wandering through the city's vibrant gardens, starting with the Jardin Exotique. Valerie's eyes widened as they entered, enchanted by the lush landscape of rare, exotic plants and the delicate, meandering paths that wound through flowers in every shade imaginable. For a girl whose world had been confined to shadowed rooms and stone walls, this thriving oasis was nothing short of magic.

Kuroka, usually brash and playful, seemed to sense the significance of the moment. She walked beside Valerie with a rare tenderness, explaining the origins of certain plants and occasionally reaching out to brush her fingers along a blooming cactus flower. She'd slip in the occasional playful tease, of course, and Valerie would give a shy smile in return, her quiet voice finally starting to emerge from its shell.

At one point, they paused at a particularly stunning overlook where the garden paths offered a breathtaking view of the entire city below. Shirou caught the look in Valerie's eyes—her awe, the hint of longing mixed with disbelief—and he could almost hear the unspoken thought running through her mind: *So this is what freedom feels like.*

As they lingered, Kuroka sidled up to Valerie, pointing out a tiny succulent that looked like it had a flower blooming from its center. "See this one, Valerie?" she asked, leaning in with a conspiratorial whisper. "They say if you find one in bloom, it'll bring good luck." Valerie's eyes sparkled, her fingers tracing the flower's soft petals with reverence.

After the gardens, Millarca suggested they try some local desserts, leading the group to a charming, old-fashioned patisserie hidden away on one of the narrower streets of Monaco's old town. The pastry chef greeted them warmly, his eyes twinkling as he offered a selection of freshly baked goods: flaky almond croissants, éclairs with smooth chocolate filling, and miniature fruit tarts topped with glistening berries. Valerie's gaze darted between the different options, her cheeks flushing as she hesitated to choose.

Kuroka laughed, nudging her playfully. "Pick whichever you like, Valerie—heck, pick them all if you want. It's on Shirou, after all." She shot Shirou a smirk, and he rolled his eyes but offered no protest, clearly willing to indulge Valerie's curiosity.

With Kuroka's encouragement, Valerie eventually chose a delicate lemon tart. The first bite brought an expression of pure delight to her face, and she shared a quiet, grateful smile with Shirou and Millarca. Kuroka, meanwhile, took the opportunity to slip another pastry onto his plate when he wasn't looking, flashing an innocent smile when he finally noticed her antics.

"Really, Kuroka?" Shirou muttered, though his tone was more amused than annoyed. Kuroka grinned and shrugged, popping the extra pastry into her mouth without a second thought. "Can't help it, boss. You're just too generous."

Next, they strolled through Place du Casino, the famous square that held Monaco's famed casino. They didn't venture inside, but they admired the grandeur of the Belle Époque architecture from the outside. Valerie looked up in awe at the casino's towering facade, her wonder catching the attention of a passerby, who remarked to her that the lights inside made it feel like another world. Kuroka laughed, shaking her head. "Trust me, Valerie, with people like us, that world inside wouldn't look kindly on us," she said, her voice light but her eyes serious.

From the casino square, they made their way toward the Port de Fontvieille, where they strolled along the edge of the marina. They admired the sleek, luxurious yachts bobbing in the water, a stark contrast to the harsher realities they usually faced. The afternoon sun sparkled on the surface of the water, casting glimmers of light across their faces. For Valerie, the sight was mesmerizing—an expanse of calm and beauty that she could hardly believe existed. Kuroka watched her with a softness in her gaze, as if sharing in Valerie's quiet joy made her own past burdens feel lighter.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, painting the port with hues of gold and rose, Millarca suggested they take a break at a quiet café overlooking the water. They ordered a round of drinks—coffee for Shirou and Millarca, and a honey-sweetened tea for Valerie, who sipped it delicately as she took in her surroundings.

Kuroka, with her usual playful energy, took the opportunity to continue her banter with Shirou. "So, are we finally seeing the softer side of the mighty Shirou?" she teased, leaning her chin on her hand as she watched him. "I mean, you've been surprisingly lenient today. Could it be you're actually enjoying yourself?"

Shirou scoffed, though the hint of a smile tugged at his lips. "I just figured it's a nice change of pace from everything else. A break before things get more intense."

Kuroka gave him a knowing look, as if she saw through his attempt to deflect her question. "Right, right," she said, drawing out the words with a smirk. "Keep telling yourself that." Her tone softened as her gaze shifted to Valerie, who was laughing softly at something Millarca had said. "It's good for her. She needs this."

Shirou nodded, his expression thoughtful as he watched Valerie. "Yeah, she does."

The café was the perfect setting for their small moment of peace—a respite from the battles and the missions that had defined so much of their time together. The group sat in comfortable silence for a while, watching the sun sink below the horizon, the last rays of light casting a gentle glow over the port.

After their drinks, they wandered back through the old town, passing by a bustling street where street musicians were performing. Valerie's eyes lit up at the sight, and Kuroka, noticing her interest, took her hand and led her closer to the music. The two of them swayed slightly to the rhythm, and Valerie's laughter rang out, clear and carefree.

Shirou and Millarca hung back, watching as Kuroka's playful spirit seemed to lift Valerie's heart even more. Millarca nudged Shirou with a smile, her gaze flicking to Kuroka and Valerie dancing to the music. "She really is like a big sister, isn't she?"

Shirou gave a slight nod, a small smile touching his lips. "Yeah… who would've guessed?"

As the group continued their casual walk through the scenic parts of Monte Carlo, Kuroka suddenly nudged Shirou and motioned for him to follow her down a quieter side street. She wore her usual grin, though there was a seriousness in her gaze that hinted this wasn't just another joke or a teasing remark. Shirou glanced back at Millarca and Valerie, who seemed absorbed in a conversation about the street musicians they had just passed. He nodded to Kuroka and followed her around a corner, away from the busy paths and into the peaceful solitude of an alleyway overlooking the sea.

Once they reached a secluded spot overlooking the rocky cliffs, Kuroka turned to face him, her expression softened but her tone straightforward.

"So, Shirou," she began, her gaze serious. "With everything we've gone through—the rescue, stopping Elmenhilde, and dealing with Jester and that mess with Goetia—it seems like things are finally wrapping up. Now, you might remember that I agreed to help you and Millarca out on a couple of conditions." She crossed her arms, her tail swishing thoughtfully. "And I think it's about time I asked you for that favor we talked about."

Shirou, who had been expecting this, leaned back against the stone wall, folding his arms. "I figured you'd bring it up soon enough," he replied, his tone calm, though there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "What is it you're looking for, Kuroka? Money? Resources? Or something else?"

Kuroka took a deep breath, her usual playfulness fading as she met his gaze head-on. "I want to be your partner, Shirou," she said, the words firm but quiet. "Not just for this job, but long-term. I want to work with you, as your partner in this world. No half-measures."

Shirou's eyebrows rose in surprise. He had been prepared for any number of requests—cash, information, protection—but a request to join him permanently was unexpected. "You… want to be my partner?" he repeated, a bit taken aback. "Of all the things you could ask for, why that?"

Kuroka looked away for a moment, as if gathering her thoughts, then turned back to him, her expression guarded. "Look, Shirou, I'm not exactly… on good terms with everyone," she admitted, her voice softer. "I know I joke around a lot, but there are things I haven't told you. My old master… well, he was someone with ties to the old Satanic faction, someone powerful. After I… killed him, I've been a target. They've been hunting me down for years now, and I've managed to stay one step ahead." She gave a small, tired smile. "But the truth is, I'm exhausted. I can't keep running forever."

Her eyes softened as she looked up at him, her tone earnest. "When I first offered to help you stop Elmenhilde from assassinating Van Fem, it was because I'd been promised protection by a high-ranking vampire from the Carmilla faction. But I didn't really trust that promise, you know? I took it because I didn't see any other options at the time."

Shirou's expression softened, understanding now what had driven her to assist them initially. "So, when you saw another way out…" he began, prompting her to continue.

Kuroka nodded, a flicker of relief crossing her face that he understood. "I saw something in you, Shirou. Despite the cold, professional side you show, I've seen the way you treat those who fight with you. And maybe it's crazy to say, but… I trust you more than I'd ever trust some vampire lord I barely know." She laughed softly, shaking her head. "I know what I'm getting into with you, Shirou. You don't pretend to be something you're not, and that's something I can actually rely on."

Her gaze met his, intense and steady. "So, what I'm asking is this: Will you take me on as your partner, not just for now but for good? I promise I'll hold up my end of the deal—I'll help you with whatever jobs you take, and I'll make sure I'm pulling my weight. You're trying to get somewhere, and maybe I can help make that journey easier."

Shirou took a moment to absorb her words. He let his mind wander back through the past few days, recalling the trials they'd faced together: the battles, the plans, the near misses, and the way Kuroka had stood by him and Millarca, unflinching and loyal despite the danger. The idea of a team… a true partner… was something he hadn't considered in a long time. But then he remembered his ultimate goal, the path he'd taken in order to find Miyu again.

Kuroka's presence, her strengths, her unyielding spirit, had proven themselves time and again. Slowly, Shirou nodded, an understanding passing between them. "You've shown me a lot over these past few days, Kuroka. You've earned my trust, and it's been a while since I could say that about anyone." He paused, watching the relief in her eyes at his words. "If you're serious about this, then yes—I'll take you as my partner. But just know… the journey ahead isn't going to be easy."

A broad grin spread across Kuroka's face, and her eyes sparkled with unrestrained joy. Without warning, she threw her arms around Shirou, pulling him into a tight hug. "Thank you, Shirou! You won't regret this, I promise!"

Before Shirou could fully react, he found his face buried against her chest, her enthusiastic embrace almost suffocating him. He managed to pry himself free, his cheeks flushed. "Kuroka… next time, warn me before you do that," he muttered, a hint of exasperation in his tone.

Kuroka simply laughed, unbothered, and ruffled his hair playfully. "Aw, come on, Shirou! Just consider it a sign of my gratitude." She stepped back, her smile softening as she glanced toward the street where Millarca and Valerie waited, unaware of the private conversation that had just transpired. "Guess I've got a new start ahead of me now. Feels kinda nice."

Shirou nodded, watching her, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah. I think this will work out just fine." He gestured for her to head back, falling into step beside her as they rejoined the others.

The streets of Monte Carlo glowed under the softening hues of the setting sun, painting everything in a warm, rosy light that made the seaside city feel almost dreamlike. As Shirou, Kuroka, Millarca, and Valerie wandered through a quieter part of town, they enjoyed the rare peace they'd earned after days of chaos. The tension of battles and rescues was finally behind them, or so they thought, as the group ambled down the secluded street.

Millarca had just pointed out an old building that caught her attention when Valerie tugged on Shirou's sleeve, smiling up at him with that innocence that still lingered despite everything she had endured. "Thank you all… for showing me around like this," she said softly, her voice full of gratitude.

Shirou gave her a small, reassuring smile. "It's nothing, Valerie. This is your time to feel like yourself again."

As they continued walking, however, Shirou's instincts suddenly sharpened, and he slowed his pace. Something was off. A strange, heavy feeling blanketed the air, like a storm gathering on the horizon. He couldn't quite place it, but a chill ran up his spine, a warning born from too many years on the battlefield.

"Kuroka," he said under his breath, glancing at her. She had already sensed it too, her playful expression vanishing as she grew alert, eyes scanning the dimming street.

"Yeah, I feel it. Someone's here…" Her gaze narrowed as she focused on a shadowed corner ahead.

Just then, a faint but unmistakable sound—a rasping, uneven breath—came from up ahead. The shadow shifted, staggering forward. As the figure moved into the light, they were all met with a shock that sent chills down their spines.

It was Jester.

His once-pristine suit was torn and blood-stained, his face was bruised, and most chilling of all, several of his hearts were visibly missing, leaving dark, hollow marks on his body. Yet despite his grievous injuries, he stood tall, his eyes as sharp and unyielding as ever, focused on one thing—Valerie.

"Ah… Valerie Tepes." His voice was a raspy, haunting echo of the smooth tone they'd heard before. "I knew you'd be here… somewhere, eventually. They tried to stop me, tried to bring me down, but… well," he laughed, a dry, mocking sound, "it's going to take more than that to get rid of me."

Shirou's eyes narrowed, his hand instinctively reaching for his weapon. He could feel Millarca tense beside him, and Kuroka's expression had turned deadly serious. Valerie, though, stood frozen, a look of fear and confusion crossing her face.

"Kuroka, Millarca, get Valerie out of here," Shirou said firmly, his gaze never leaving Jester. "Now."

Kuroka's fists clenched, an incredulous look flashing across her face. "Are you kidding, Shirou? You really think I'm gonna just leave you alone with this psycho?"

Millarca, though equally unwilling, glanced at Jester and nodded, recognizing the danger he posed even in his injured state. "Shirou's right. This isn't the time to argue," she said, though her voice wavered as she tightened her hold on Valerie's arm.

Jester's hollow laughter cut through the tense air. "Running away? You really think that's going to help?" His gaze fixed on Shirou, a sinister smirk spreading across his blood-streaked face. "What a pitiful band of heroes. All that effort… all that time… and for what? To try and stop me? Your attempts are… feeble." He spat the last word with venom, letting it linger.

Shirou met his gaze unflinchingly. "You're the one who's barely standing, Jester. If anyone's looking pitiful here, it's you." His voice was level, but his hand tightened around his weapon, prepared for any sudden moves. "What do you want, Jester? We ended this already."

"Oh, I wouldn't say that." Jester's voice dropped, his gaze flicking to Valerie with a hunger that sent a chill down her spine. "Valerie… her Sacred Gear… I still have use for it. More than you know." He staggered forward, his eyes blazing with desperation and resolve. "With her power, I can extend my life, reclaim my strength… return to what I was."

Kuroka took a step forward, her expression fierce. "Like hell we're letting you lay a hand on her again, you twisted creep. Don't you know when to quit?"

Jester sneered at her, barely acknowledging the insult. "I'd be careful with your words, little cat. You may think your strength is enough to protect her, but your own survival… is still quite uncertain." His words dripped with contempt as his gaze returned to Shirou. "As for you... I never thought that the Vordenburg girl would hired you of all people to assist her in rescuing the Tepest girl. You must've been the one that caused trouble for Morte and his men since the last couple of days, Phantasmal Killer. I should've also known that you were the one that attacked me out of the blue which causes me to lose five of my hearts. It was a good attempt, but Tell me, how does it feel to watch your 'assassination' attempt toward me unravel before your eyes? To see that, despite all your efforts, I'm still here?"

Shirou's eyes were cold, unyielding. "It feels like I've got one last job to finish," he replied, his voice like steel. "And trust me, this time, I won't leave room for any of your games."

Jester let out a dry, rattling laugh, one that seemed to grate against the very air around them. "Big words for someone who has no idea of the forces at play. But by all means, try your best." He took another step forward, his hand reaching out toward Valerie, eyes fixed on her with a terrifying intensity.

That was enough for Shirou. He turned to Kuroka, his voice calm but resolute. "I mean it. Get Valerie out of here. He won't stop until he gets what he wants, and I won't let him anywhere near her."

Kuroka hesitated, a mix of frustration and concern flickering across her face. But she could tell from Shirou's expression that he wasn't going to change his mind. "Fine," she muttered, grabbing Valerie's arm firmly. "But you'd better come back in one piece, you hear me?"

Shirou allowed himself a faint smile. "I've handled worse. Just get her to safety."

Reluctantly, Kuroka and Millarca began pulling Valerie away, though Valerie cast a worried glance back at Shirou. She looked as if she wanted to say something, but Millarca guided her forward, urging her to keep moving. As they disappeared around the corner, Shirou turned back to face Jester, who was watching him with an unsettling amusement.

"Just us, then?" Jester mused, his tone dripping with mockery. "How gallant of you to send your allies away. Though I suppose it's only fitting for a knight to stand alone in the face of death."

Shirou's expression remained calm, unphased. "If you think you can walk away from this, you're wrong," he replied, his tone cold as ice. "The only thing waiting for you at the end of this fight is the finish line."

Jester laughed again, the sound hollow and grating. "How very confident of you. But you see, I'm not so easy to kill." He moved forward, albeit slower than his usual speed, the weight of his injuries clearly taking their toll. Yet, even in his weakened state, there was a terrifying determination in his eyes, a resolve that seemed impossible to break.

Shirou watched him closely, every sense alert, knowing that Jester's words were more than bravado. He was dealing with an opponent who had survived against all odds, who had clawed his way back from death itself, and who would not hesitate to use any means necessary to achieve his twisted goals.

Jester then touch the bright red mark on his chest which resembles the cylinder of a revolver, he twisted the red mark where the position the cylinder containing a good heart right on his left chest. As his new heart beats, his body suddenly undergoes a transformation that turns him from his elderly form into his more younger and wild form. The injuries that he previously had on his body were also healed in an instant.

"Once I'm done with you. I'm going to kill that Vordenburg girl and that fucking stray devil." Jester stated while grinning sinisterly.

As they squared off, the city lights began to flicker on, casting long shadows across the empty street. The peaceful beauty of Monte Carlo felt far away now, replaced by the electric tension of an impending battle. Shirou took a steadying breath, his grip on his weapon firm. He was ready for whatever Jester would throw at him, knowing that this confrontation was not just a fight, but a battle to ensure Valerie's safety once and for all.

And as dusk settled over Monte Carlo, their duel began.

To be Continued.

Thank god another chapter have successfully been completed. This chapter might've been short and not much going on in this chapter, depends on your personal perspective, but I've been itching to write a slice of life moment in this arc, especially since the last few chapters are full of conflicts. Not sure how the slice of life moment in this story turns out, especially since this is the first time I'm writing slice of life moment, I hope it turns out okay. Now, regarding Jester, I did plan him to survive Shirou's sneaky but deadly attack. The reason for his survival is quite simple actually, just like his Nasuverse version, this Jester Karture also have an ability to 'Deny' the power of Noble Phantasms made by man or those the Gods prepared for man, rendering them useless. And since Caladbolg is still a Noble phantasm made by man, logically Jester would've been unscathed if Shirou attempt to shoot him with Caladbolg or Caladbolg II, The reason why Caladbolg III managed to deal severe damage on Jester is because before hand, Shirou have modified it by adding Conceptual Properties from Black Keys into Caladbolg via Alteration. But, because Caladbolg is still a Noble Phantasm created by human, Jester managed to reduce the damage caused by Caladbolg III to certain degree. That's why he managed to survive when Shirou nuked him with it.

Anyways, that's it for now. Please leave me some reviews and I'll see you again on the next chapter.