Joking aside, Shirou still agreed to Cursed Arm Hassan's request.

To rescue the compatriot imprisoned by the Knights of the Round Table in the wilderness fortress.

And it was even an acquaintance.

Silent Hassan.

The Servant of the Assassin class once commanded by Manaka Sajou during the Holy Grail War.

Not sure if she would still retain her memories.

———

"The Round Table fortress where that Old Man of the Mountain is being held, to attack it head-on with our strength is very difficult."

Hundred Faces Hassan said, "Before, we sent many elites to infiltrate secretly, but to this day not a single one has returned…"

Shirou did not answer, only glanced at the mountains ahead blown into a ring shape by the holy spear.

They had already left the village.

Fujimaru Ritsuka stayed in the western village with Arash to look after the villagers.

This time, Shirou had originally planned to go alone.

Not only faster, but also more convenient.

But since he didn't know the location, in the end he brought Hundred Faces Hassan along.

Without hesitation, he looked at the magic power trial card with only one day left (the one used for infinite Blade Works farming after fighting Gawain).

The Emperor Steed flew over. After jumping onto it, Shirou called for Hundred Faces Hassan to get in.

Hundred Faces Hassan looked very cautious and said, "Such a noble mount, I fear I cannot…"

Shirou said, "It's fine. You can tie yourself to the back with a rope."

Hundred Faces Hassan went silent.

After that, a golden shooting star split the sky.

Halfway in flight, Shirou suddenly changed direction, turned the reins, and soon plunged toward a sandstorm in the desert.

Hundred Faces Hassan didn't understand, "Master Shirou, what are you?"

"Seems like someone's calling for help," Shirou replied.

As the Emperor Steed descended closer to the ground, the cries for help became clearer.

Even at a distance, Hundred Faces Hassan could hear it.

She was so surprised she couldn't speak.

You have to know, as a Servant, even if she wasn't that strong in frontal combat, she was still a Servant.

Yet she hadn't heard the cries for help, while Shirou had.

By comparison, it almost felt like she was the human instead.

But what she didn't know was that Shirou wasn't hearing the cries for help. He was seeing them.

Though, both were equally ridiculous.

———

"UWAAAAH… help me!"

"My meat doesn't taste good at all! That rumor that eating me will make you youthful and never age is totally false!"

A woman's wailing voice.

Judging by the sound, it was a very peculiar woman, and the way she spoke was also very unique.

"Wait! Don't breathe fire!"

"...No, please don't~ How can you treat me so roughly!"

The crying didn't stop.

"Ugh… so hungry… my stomach's so empty!"

Such dejected words.

One moment she was stirring tension, the next moment it turned into a scene straight out of a food show, making Shirou almost stop in his tracks.

He had already remembered who it was calling for help.

He never thought he'd run into her here.

Xuanzang Sanzang.

Class: Caster.

Saying she was Tang Sanzang from Journey to the West wasn't wrong.

But this Xuanzang Sanzang had a very obvious difference from Tang Sanzang.

Not male, but a very well-proportioned woman.

And her face was extremely beautiful.

To the point it could be said she brought calamity to nations.

But her personality… hard to judge.

Hundred Faces Hassan listened to the wailing ahead, covered her ears irritably, "A woman's crying? Looks like we can't just ignore it… so annoying. If only I were the cold-hearted Zayd right now!"

"ROAR!"

From the sandstorm ahead, a monster lunged out.

Hundred Faces Hassan went on alert, "Careful, Shi—"

She didn't even finish warning when the Emperor Steed fired a light cannon.

Like a laser gun, it blasted the monster, tearing it into a sieve.

"What were you trying to say just now?"

Because of the loud storm and his attention being elsewhere, Shirou hadn't heard what she said.

Of course, his hands didn't stop moving.

Treating the Emperor Steed like a Gatling gun, he fired indiscriminately.

Any monster that dared show its head didn't live past a second.

Hundred Faces Hassan was silent.

Tat-tat-tat!

The flying light bullets tore through the sandstorm, drilled into monster flesh, and exploded.

In an instant…

The scene was hard to describe.

Just imagine a machine gun mowing down zombies.

Once the monsters were cleared, Shirou dismounted from the Emperor Steed.

Hundred Faces Hassan warned, "Danger, Master Shirou! I sense the presence of a Servant!"

Shirou walked a few steps forward, looked down… and saw Xuanzang Sanzang still curled up on the ground, sobbing.

"Uwahhh, that was too much, attacking me when I was at my weakest."

"I really didn't do anything… Okay fine, I only took a little bit of water, but I didn't hog it all, I even left some for the little animals, uwahhh…"

Shirou didn't comment on the fact she robbed ten thousand and left one yuan behind.

"This Servant?"

Hundred Faces Hassan, with a hard-to-describe expression, said, "Crying?"

'A Servant… crying?'

For a moment, Hundred Faces Hassan felt her worldview shatter.

Granted, Servants came in all shapes and sizes, nothing was really that surprising.

But when you said Heroic Spirit, the first impression was always "hero," wasn't it?

Someone woven into epic poems through sacrifice or some grand journey.

"And yet… a Servant bawling like some pampered young lady?'

'Isn't that disgraceful?'

'Sniffling…'

"So awful, why do I always run into things like this? Being summoned alone is bad enough, and now I can't even hear the voice of the Bodhisattva… uwahhh."

"And spirit form summoning is so uncomfortable, I don't want to do anything. Can someone please carry me?"

Translation: Since she can't hear the Buddha's voice, she has no motivation.

She kept complaining nonstop.

Shirou: "..."

Xuanzang Sanzang kept sobbing, "If I'd known, I wouldn't have given Wukong and the others a vacation."

Then, with a tone full of worry, or rather over-worry, she continued, "But what can I do? With those stupid disciples slacking off, as the master my pressure is huge."

"Wujing is still single at his age. If he doesn't go back to Heaven and earn 880,000 in betrothal money to marry, what's he going to do?"

"Wuneng… well, as the saying goes, don't judge a person by looks, nor measure the sea with a bucket."

"I really didn't expect him to even have a child already. These days you can't underestimate even a pig."

"But divorcing his wife just to fetch scriptures? That won't do. If he doesn't apologize properly, I'll have to expel this disciple!"

"And lastly, Wukong!"

Xuanzang Sanzang sighed faintly, "Running around Huaguo Mountain however he pleases, choosing whatever he likes, yet still comes here to loaf around."

"If he doesn't hurry back to pass on his lineage and put everyone's minds at ease, how can that be?"

Translation: I drove off all my bodyguards, and now I urgently need a free bodyguard.

No food, no lodging, and he has to work like a pack mule.

And the chosen bodyguard was right in front of her.

"Me?"

Shirou hadn't said a single word until now, but Xuanzang Sanzang blinked, smiled brightly, and met his gaze, "I'm staying single. Things like romance will have to wait until after I reach enlightenment~"

Shirou was silent.

He rubbed his forehead and told Hundred Faces Hassan, "Let's go, Assassin."

"Just leaving her?", Hundred Faces Hassan hesitated.

"The monsters are cleared. As a Servant, she won't starve to death."

Shirou turned sharply, face blank, "Besides, we have our own mission."

"That's true."

Only then did Hundred Faces Hassan remember their mission.

Every second wasted increased the risk of their plan being exposed.

But just as they took a step, the storm suddenly stopped, and a huge shadow loomed overhead.

"?"

Hundred Faces Hassan looked back, almost losing her soul in fright, "Th-this… what is that?"

Before them appeared a being that could only exist in mythology.

A colossal giant.

Its whole body burned with crimson flames, standing on two legs, with wings spread wide, scales shining blindingly under the sun.

The moment it appeared, the very air around seemed to ignite, heavy and suffocating.

Even Xuanzang Sanzang, who had wanted to butt in, was stunned, "This… could this dragon be…? I was so hungry I tried to summon the White Dragon Horse, but because I was too hungry, it failed and produced this instead?"

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