Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [227]

Fūzetsu.

It was a type of Unrestricted Spell.

The so-called Unrestricted Spell was a form of magic that harnessed Power of Existence to manifest wondrous phenomena at will.

Much like Magecraft cast by a Magus, it was a method of manipulating energy—but for miracles such as Fūzetsu, which neither modern technology nor Magecraft could replicate, people generally called it magic.

Acting much like a bounded field, it separated two distinct spaces, completely cutting off causality between them. The inner space was frozen in place, while the outer space could neither perceive nor interfere with the interior of the Fūzetsu.

Such an Unrestricted Spell typically had only two purposes.

The first was to allow Rinne—those dolls—to conceal themselves as they devoured humans' Power of Existence.

The second was to serve as a battlefield, preventing interference with the real world.

Boom——!

Almost at the very moment Shirou Emiya had finished slaughtering all the dolls, flames erupted violently from mid-air.

Those flames were pale white.

Gradually, the flames solidified, taking tangible shape and eventually becoming the form of a man.

Then, an elegant yet sinister voice drifted out from his mouth.

“How unexpected—to think I’d one day see a human fighting inside a Fūzetsu just like a Flame Haze. Perhaps I've lingered here for too long, failing to notice how interesting the world has become.”

Accompanying these words, a young man dressed in a pure white suit appeared amidst the pale flames, an elegant white cloth wrapping around him like a feathered cloak.

“So, you're the one behind the indiscriminate massacre of humans?”

Shirou Emiya raised the serrated blades in his hands, pointing them at the man floating mid-air, his voice filled with fury.

If all those people whose existences had grown dim were truly killed by this man, then his hands must have already been stained deeply with blood.

With just a glance, one could see numerous Torches scattered around; the sheer number within this city was definitely not small.

Thinking about how those perfectly normal people suddenly vanished from the world as if they'd never existed, Shirou Emiya unconsciously tightened his grip.

Even though he himself had forgotten many things, he understood clearly enough from inference that once the Power of Existence within a Torch was exhausted, that person would vanish entirely from everyone’s memories.

Not even receiving mourning after death, without proof of ever existing—this was an unimaginably cruel torment. Watching helplessly as your loved ones slowly forgot you… how utterly despairing that must be.

But the man seemed completely oblivious to the anger radiating from Shirou Emiya, merely maintaining an elegant smile and speaking with leisurely composure:

“My name is Friagne. Pleased to make your acquaintance, wielder of that armor-type Treasure Tool.”

In Friagne’s eyes, the reason Shirou Emiya was able to destroy his dolls was undoubtedly due to that armor—not Shirou himself.

The only thing of value was that armor; humans? Hah—

He had no interest in knowing the name of a mere human using a Treasure Tool. After all, the human would soon die at his hand, becoming Power of Existence.

Friagne's eyes were filled with contempt.

He was renowned in this world as the "Hunter," infamous for collecting Treasure Tools and hunting Flame Hazes.

Because of his obsession with collecting Treasure Tools and killing Flame Hazes, Friagne earned the title "Hunter." With his cunning personality, strategic brilliance, and immense power, he was easily ranked among the top five most formidable Crimson Denizens of recent times.

Of course, that was only recent times—there were far older Crimson Lords who naturally surpassed him.

But still, it was proof enough of his extraordinary strength.

The primary reason Friagne appeared now, however, was the great interest sparked by Shirou Emiya’s armor.

He had personally witnessed that armor transforming from a sword—an unprecedented Treasure Tool. Combined with Shirou Emiya’s demonstrated prowess, Friagne highly admired its performance and appearance.

Even if he couldn't wield it himself, nothing would stop him from collecting it.

Of course, Shirou Emiya neither knew nor cared about any of that.

All he needed to know was that the man in front of him was responsible for those massacres.

Boom!

Floating gracefully in mid-air, Friagne snapped his fingers elegantly. Pale white flames suddenly erupted around him, blazing fiercely like explosions.

One after another, dolls emerged from within those flames.

These dolls were clearly different from the ones Shirou Emiya had cut down earlier.

Their pristine appearances alone indicated their strength far surpassed those previous dolls.

As if pulled by invisible strings, the dolls spun in mid-air, before abruptly shooting downward like bullets.

The air itself trembled violently.

If struck by such attacks, one would probably be torn to pieces instantly.

Shirou Emiya swiftly kicked off the ground, dodging the assault of the incoming doll-army.

The ground crumbled to powder under their attack.

But Shirou Emiya had no intention of waiting for Friagne’s continuous attacks.

Quickly stabilizing himself, gripping his serrated blades tightly, he burst upward like a streak of silver meteor, propelled by powerful force from his legs.

Friagne reacted quickly as well, instantly summoning numerous dolls again, launching them fiercely at Shirou Emiya mid-air.

Dodging in mid-air was never easy.

"[SWORD BREATHING, BEAST FORM: WHIRLING FANGS]!"

In mid-air, Shirou Emiya spun like a whirlwind, his serrated blades whirling violently around him.

Their tremendous tearing force shredded every doll the instant they approached.

A beast, naturally, charges forward without hesitation.

“What!?”

Friagne was astonished.

Quickly ascending higher, Friagne continuously controlled dolls, spiraling like drills as they fired toward Shirou Emiya again.

In such circumstances, Shirou Emiya’s upward momentum was insufficient to catch up to Friagne, who was swiftly retreating into the sky.

Even if Friagne had underestimated Shirou Emiya’s combat abilities, he wouldn’t be struck down so easily.

He still had plenty more tricks left.

However, Shirou Emiya wouldn’t give him another chance to unleash those tricks.

Having endured countless battles, Shirou Emiya knew clearly: if a battle could be ended quickly, then end it immediately—never let the enemy reveal their hidden trump cards.

Thus, at the very moment the next doll was about to collide with Shirou Emiya, the storm of blades swirling like a meat grinder suddenly came to an abrupt halt.

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