"Awooo~", The remaining four wolves were scared out of their wits and quickly fled.
Shirou did not imdiately pursue but instead focused on properly experiencing the destructive power brought from being a Servant.
'Is this the miracle that surpasses magecraft and protected humanity?'
With just a casual strike, such destructive power could be produced, it was truly unimaginable how terrifying those anti-army, anti-fortress, or even anti-world Noble Phantasms could be.
Shirou inwardly marveled, and 0.1 seconds later, returned to calm. With one breath, he circulated mana and swept with his sword.
This was the sword technique the system taught him yesterday, capable of infusing mana into the blade and unleashing an effect similar to a Noble Phantasm's magical burst.
Azure mana ford a beautifully curved arc of a blade, and in an instant, grazed past three starving wolves that failed to separate in ti.
Their bodies were disintegrated by the sword aura ford by the mana.
At the sa ti, the knight sword in his hand completely shattered.
After all, it wasn't a Noble Phantasm, it couldn't withstand the rampage of mana.
In the mont before the sword was about to explode like a mirror smashed on the ground, Shirou quickly aid the sword at the last wolf, the one that was running the fastest.
Maybe that one was the wolf king.
With this thought in mind, the sword flew from his hand like a hidden weapon, at a speed faster than a bullet, racing toward the starving wolf.
When it was still halfway to the wolf, the blade completely exploded, and like a real throwing weapon, pierced the distant "wolf king", as Shirou assud, into a beehive.
The scene was too horrible to look at.
Seven wolves, not a single complete corpse remained.
Looking at the ss of corpses, Shirou slapped his forehead and thought, "Crap."
'With the bodies like this, how can I make Seven Wolves?'
Also, food. Right now, the thing he lacked most was food.
He hadn't brought anything, not even water. He couldn't afford to have no food.
So, Shirou quickly identified the internal organs and at parts that didn't need to be censored, picking out the best.
Like thigh at, front leg at, tenderloin, etc., estimating the amount he could carry, Shirou deconstructed his coat, projected it again, and used it to carry the at.
After tying it up, Shirou slung it on his back and checked Illya's location.
'She is a bit far from now. Where has she run off to?'
'Her mana is chaotic, seems like she has gone through quite a few battles.'
'And yet, this is only the beginning.'
Under Shirou's perception, countless evil spirits were converging toward Illya's location.
Even soone as inexperienced as him could tell, this was a serious problem.
'Is it because of her being the Lesser Grail?'
Even evil spirits, by instinct, would want to gain benefits, 'So as long as one only thinks of themselves, they can be called human?'
'Like Gilgash?'
If it were the wise king version of Archer Gilgash, Shirou thought that was fine, but blue cloak Gilgash, that tyrant?
Calling him a beast was too nice.
———
"Damn it!"
Illya panted heavily, transforming her familiar into a sword and stabbing through three evil spirits ahead.
"What the hell is that Berserker doing? He suddenly drew on my mana, it hurts so much," Illya clutched her chest.
"Forget it, ignore him. I did say so pretty harsh things just now… but this is fine. Illya alone… is enough."
Another evil spirit ca, and Illya pulled out three strands of hair, forming familiars.
Shirou was observing from a certain distance. From this distance, Illya wouldn't detect him if she didn't actively probe.
His confidence stemd from, systemal elegance.
Right now, he had sowhat complicated feelings about this Illya.
To put it simply, he was angry about her bad personality, but since she was Illya, he didn't know how to deal with it for the ti being.
If it were a stranger Master, Shirou would've already shown them what it ant to be born rebellious.
Ti should be around 1 p.m., after several battles, Illya finally had a mont to rest.
She sat leaning against a pine tree, hugging her knees, burying her angelic face into them. The whole body looked exhausted, like an unwanted kitten, so pitiful it made people want to hug her and comfort her.
Shirou nearly went over, but absolute rationality instantly cald him down, he rely observed.
At 2 p.m., he noticed Illya rubbing her belly, she was clearly hungry, but still kept fighting.
At 5 p.m., she collapsed in the snow, nearly unable to move.
Shirou sighed silently, "Why must you force yourself?"
With Command Seals, even if she didn't know where he was, she only needed one sentence to summon him over.
Yet, even collapsing from exhaustion, she refused to call him.
'What are you trying to insist on, exactly?'
The rotation of the world would not stop just because one person fell.
Even if Illya passed out, evil spirits were still gathering on her side.
Shirou recalled the shape of a bow from mory, thankfully, he had prior experience.
This ti, he hadn't touched a bow at all.
In the next second, a plain wooden bow appeared in his hand.
Due to backlash, even while unconscious, Illya curled up in pain.
Shirou flashed over and placed several projected blankets beneath her, then covered her with a quilt.
'Make do with it, you infuriating white-haired red-eyed little imp.'
Next, Shirou stood up, his golden-brown pupils flashed with a hint of chill.
"System…"
Whoosh!
With refined technique and using minimal mana, barely enough not to disturb Illya's sleep, he dealt with one evil spirit.
[Archery: D ]
Whoosh!
This was the second arrow.
[Archery: C ]
"???"
Three question marks expressed Shirou's current confusion.
'What is going on?'
'Two arrows surpassed the swordsmanship I practiced all night?'
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!...
After ten arrows—
[Archery: A]
"!!!"
The Shirou in hosting mode did not pause.
But his actual self was already a bit dumbfounded.
'Sothing's wrong, extrely, absolu tely wrong.'
'Don't tell if I shoot a hundred more arrows, I'll hit EX?'
Fortunately, it wasn't that exaggerated, archery stopped at A-rank.
It didn't break through to EX, nor did it gain another plus to beco A .
He temporarily cleared the evil spirits within a three-to-four-mile radius.
After placing Illya in a corner of a tree and noticing she was about to wake up, he only left behind so freshly roasted at and the hard-won clean water, then disappeared.
When Illya woke up, she looked around in confusion.
The blizzard had covered all traces, she couldn't tell what happened after she passed out.
However… The food and water before her made her understand sothing.
She softly called out, "Berserker?"
No one answered, 'Has he left?'
'Right… I did such awful things to him, he must really hate Illya.'
The girl wouldn't cry, such aningless emotions had been permanently buried the mont Kiritsugu and Irisviel abandoned her.
She only bit her lip and stubbornly walked forward.
"Not resting?", Shirou observed from farther away. He felt like he was about to grow clairvoyance.
'Strange. So strange. Was I originally suited for archery?'
'System-san, why didn't you tell ?', Shirou babbled nonsense.
The system completely ignored him.
Day one ended without further events.
Occasionally, wolves attacked Illya, but she handled them easily.
Shirou watched her battles, entered hosting mode, and absorbed experience, including combat aspects.
In all of this, Illya far outclassed him.
At night, since Illya had been walking nonstop, she had already gone over five kiloters. Evil spirits began increasing again.
However, this ti, Illya was not only calm, she properly eliminated evil spirits and set up barriers.
Though it didn't let her rest peacefully, she barely recovered.
And when eating the at Shirou left, she looked relatively happy.
"If only she was always this cute," Shirou comnted.
In reality, he hadn't developed clairvoyance, he just got better at shooting arrows.
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