Fate: I Will Eventually Become the Hero of Justice

Chapter 32

As Shirou emerged from the rubble of the collapsed warehouses, the servants he encountered looked upon him not with the contempt he had expected, but rather with a mixture of disgust and fear.

He was confused as to why they would react this way.

But--

'I'd rather you all look down on me!' Shirou bitterly laughed in his heart.

Among the group, only Gilgamesh's gaze stood out as different. He looked at Shirou with a predatory glint, as if he were a mere plaything, like a cat watching a mouse. This caused Shirou to shiver with unease.

"Oh, this King," Iskandar remarked, glancing towards Gilgamesh, "is this the servant you had to use your Noble Phantasm to draw out? If he was hiding around, he'll be quite troublesome." He shook his head.

Gilgamesh responded to Iskandar's comment with a disdainful "Hmph."

Troublesome?

I'm troublesome?

No, no, no, no, I am just a commoner with an attribute E, don't give me any deadly labels!

Shirou's heart was filled with panic upon facing Iskandar's seemingly brainless evaluation. He thought if he could make Iskandar, a top-notch servant, feel troublesome, he wouldn't have to suffer so much.

However, inadequacy can be deadly!

"Even though you probably won't tell me, I'll still ask - who are you?" Iskandar fixed a serious gaze on Shirou. "To be honest, my initial plan was to let Lancer draw all the heroes in this world together and then launch a non-elimination form of conquest. But you...you've made me consider eliminating you directly."

Shirou's face was blank under the disguise, what is this situation? No way?

"Perhaps this is simply the king's innate disgust for traitors," Iskandar shook his head.

Traitor?

How did he become a traitor all of a sudden? And the most deadly thing is that he even caught the attention of Iskandar, a top servant in this war.

Shirou instinctively wanted to step forward and explain himself, but before he could even say the words "You're mistaken," Artoria tightened her grip on the invisible holy sword in her hand, her expression becoming serious as if she would attack him if he took one more step forward.

Shirou's heart was filled with sadness as he was forced to come to a halt.

In theory, Shirou should be her master in the fifth Holy Grail War, shouldn't he? She had made a vow to protect him with her sword, but now she was pointing it at him.

Despite understanding that it was morally wrong to define someone based on a potential future event that may or may not happen in the future and knowing he was not Emiya Shirou, the sight of Artoria holding a sword toward him evoked feelings of sadness.

He just wanted to go home.

He wants to run to the dream and find his big sister for comfort.

Shirou couldn't help but feel a bitter taste in his mouth. Was it his youth or the fact that he now had someone to share his pain with that made him feel so vulnerable?

Shirou never considered himself particularly strong, especially compared to the heroes around him who had faced life-and-death struggles. His biggest concern had always been how to make a living as an ordinary person, which hardly qualified as strength. But now, as he stood before the horrors ahead, he knew he couldn't go any further.

He halted, feeling a bit flustered as the servants, for some unknown reason, were labeling him as a traitor and showing hostility towards him.

Shirou felt a sense of cowardice towards these mythical warriors, but his black cloak and leather suit concealed it, leaving no one the wiser.