Let's rewind time a bit. That's right, just a little bit. Let's push time forward to the morning of the second day, after saying goodbye to Jeanne. Aslan returned to the church, just as boisterous as ever, not at all looking like someone who had stopped Karna from directly killing the Ruler.
Amakusa Shirou just raised an eyebrow, not getting angry. After all, things had already developed to this point. There was no way to change it, was there? It was just that Amakusa Shirou was still a little curious as to why Aslan would stop Karna's actions.
"Can you tell me the reason, Lord Aslan?"
Aslan glanced at the young priest before him. "Right now, you are not enemies. I wonder if this reason can convince you? Or perhaps this is just the work of fate?"
Amakusa Shirou let out a soft sigh. Now that things had come to this, he still couldn't quite figure out this Son of God. But just as Amakusa Shirou didn't know what he should say, his cheap nephew arrived with freshly made delicacies. He placed the steaming hot food on the table in the middle, instantly attracting everyone's attention.
Aslan looked up and glanced at the young man before him, who he had an impression of in his memory, but whose personality was a complete mismatch. But there was nothing surprising about it. This was not his own world. On the other hand, in his original world, there was indeed a branch line where this child had been adopted by the Church. It seemed that in this world, the boy before him would no longer be surnamed Emiya, but Kotomine. But no matter what his surname was, this cooking skill of his was still the same.
He unceremoniously picked up a pair of chopsticks from the side. Aslan directly picked up the plumpest chicken leg. However, in mid-air, before he could stuff the chicken leg into his mouth, it was intercepted by Melusine, who had already rested well. In order to be the first to eat this unusually tempting delicacy, Melusine had temporarily changed back into her little dragon-like form.
Aslan only saw a black shadow flash past, and the food in his hand vanished without a trace. At the same time, Melusine, who had already landed on the other side of the table, was eating the chicken while glancing at Aslan. Clearly, she was very dissatisfied that Aslan had gone to see a certain young lady alone at night.
In response, Aslan could only offer a helpless smile. But hadn't his own dragon already stopped being jealous because of his contact with other girls? Or was it because he was eating the food made by this newcomer young man? Thinking of it this way, it was true. His own dragon got jealous of boys much more easily than she got jealous of girls. It wasn't that he had more contact with handsome and cute boys, but that his own dragon was very prone to overthinking when it came to his contact with boys.
For example, right now, perhaps he was just rushing to be the first to eat the food made by this young man. But in his own dragon's eyes, he had probably already, by rounding up, been in bed with this young man. But come to think of it, Shirou, as a priest, with his hazy eyes, his usually slightly indifferent and ascetic face flushed an unnatural red, his church vestments half-open...
Hiss...
How terrifying. To think it was somehow a little exciting. Thinking of it this way, it seemed very normal for his own dragon to be always vigilant about his excessive contact with some boys.
Taking the opportunity, Aslan also placed a portion of the delicacies that Melusine liked directly in front of her. At the same time, he gave a slight nod to the young priest who had made the delicious food. What, you ask about a more intimate contact? Then Melusine would probably directly hit this young priest with a Heartbeat Pulse. At that time, this church might even turn into ruins.
However, before this meal was even finished, a powerful magical energy had already been transmitted to everyone's senses. In fact, not sending everyone out for reconnaissance was also Aslan's idea. After all, no matter how you looked at it, it didn't seem like the Black Faction was preparing for a decisive battle.
Aslan also wondered if it was that old insect stirring up some trouble. But come to think of it, this didn't seem to be the old insect's habit. After all, that old insect was very good at lying low.
"Lord Aslan, are you going to take a look this time? After all, not long ago..."
Aslan raised his hand, understanding what the priest before him wanted to say. After all, he couldn't always go against this priest. He still had to put in some effort from time to time. And so, Aslan nodded. "Understood. I'll make a trip tonight."
When night fell, just as Amakusa Shirou was preparing to send out Atalante, Aslan had also already prepared a vehicle. Compared to the previous motorcycle, this time it was, of course, a normal four-wheel-drive vehicle. After all, he was going to be acting together with a female Heroic Spirit. If he still rode a motorcycle, then Melusine would get jealous again.
Aslan opened the car window and glanced at the cat-eared girl, then asked, "Want a ride?"
Atalante stretched lazily, and then a smile appeared on her face. "If I were you, I would be worried about whether the car can keep up with my pace. After these two days of exchange, I think you probably already know my identity. You should understand that if it weren't for the Golden Apple, no one could outrun me."
In terms of speed, especially in terms of running, Atalante had enough confidence. Even if others had mounts, they might not be able to beat her!
"Ah... is that so..."
Aslan looked at Atalante and nodded gently. He, of course, respected the choice of every Heroic Spirit, especially Atalante, who was by no means a weak one. But come to think of it, Atalante's weakness was also really obvious, and that was children. If the opponent were to send a child homunculus to assassinate Atalante, could this heroine still dodge it? Most importantly, it was very likely that he would have to face the Assassin, Jack. If he were to attack Jack, and even directly make Jack exit the stage, would this Heroic Spirit not directly betray them and choose to join the Black Faction? Thinking of it this way, it wasn't impossible.
Aslan silently looked at Atalante, but this Heroic Spirit had already taken a step forward, flying towards the direction where the magical energy was coming from. Aslan put all his thoughts away. What the future holds, let the future decide.
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The first to arrive at the location of the magical energy burst was the Assassin, Jack, that is, the white-haired girl, who had been wandering outside all this time.
Estée Lauder stood under her elemental mecha. She did not hold a forging hammer in her hand, to show her sincerity. And the Assassin, Jack, lightly landed on a tree not far from Estée Lauder, gently tapping her mouth with her finger. "How strange..."