The entire street of Fuyuki City was empty, and the biting cold wind blew the withered branches, making people feel even colder. At this moment, in the Emiya residence, the door of one of the rooms was gently pushed open. The person who came out of this room was none other than Emiya Shirou. "The temperature has dropped again, and before we know it, it's almost New Year's Day." Shirou Emiya murmured. If he hadn't been doing all-night magic training and repairing electrical appliances, he would have been the first person to get up in the entire Emiya house. As for the second person, it was Sakura who was supposed to wake up Shirou Emiya who had been sleeping in the warehouse. But because of some unspeakable things that happened last night, if I describe them, it will not pass the review. She is now lying on the bed very quietly with a happy expression on her face. "Shirou, be careful not to catch a cold." A concerned voice came from behind Emiya Shirou. It was Jeanne who had walked out of the room at some point in time, holding a cotton coat in her hand.

"Thank you, Jeanne." Looking at the cotton coat in Jeanne's hand, Emiya Shirou was slightly stunned, and then took it. Although Joan of Arc does not actually need to sleep as a servant, she has become somewhat accustomed to such an ordinary life during this period of time. It would be better to say that she also likes this kind of life. If I hadn't died after the war, I would have retired from the army, returned to the village where I once lived, found a husband, and lived a peaceful life. "Does it still fit?" Jeanne asked nervously as she watched Shirou Emiya put on his clothes. Although she didn't know why she was so nervous. "Yeah, it's warm." Feeling the warmth brought by the clothes on his body, Emiya Shirou answered Jeanne with a smile. "I didn't expect you still had that holy cloth. I thought it had turned into ashes in a battle a long time ago." Jeanne said as she stood next to Emiya Shirou. "You know, I can project. It is a very important thing to me, so I need to preserve it well." Just like the school uniforms that Toosaka Rin found, Emiya Shirou also put away the clothes knitted by Jeanne d'Arc. But they were not placed in the closet like the school uniforms, but were put away and placed somewhere else. Of course, there is also the [Small World Surrounding the Sky], a treasure forged by the god of forging Hephaestus and himself. It is one of the very few authentic ones that Shirou Emiya owns. After many things could be projected, Shirou Emiya stored them at home. However, Jeanne found something that even Toosaka Rin didn't find. Emiya Shirou was wondering if Sakura had also secretly rummaged through his room. "Important things—" Jeanne couldn't help but mutter to herself, she hadn't expected to get such an evaluation from Emiya Shirou. "Do you wear them all the time?"

She suddenly remembered that whether she was on the moon or in the bedroom when she met Shirou Emiya who had just returned from another world, he was wearing the holy cloth. "Uh! I've been wearing it since the Holy Grail War, but I've often experienced such intense battles, and I've forgotten how many times I've projected this holy cloth. Sorry." Looking at Jeanne who was slightly dazed, Emiya Shirou replied to her apologetically. Others kindly knitted clothes for him, but because he could project images, the clothes were put into a warehouse and gathered dust. Shirou Emiya felt that this seemed to be an injustice to the kindness of others. "No, Shirou, you don't have to apologize. I just didn't expect it to stay with you for so long." "It's been more than a year. Time has passed really quickly." Listening to Jeanne's words, Emiya Shirou couldn't help but sigh. "However, Shirou, your clothes are too monotonous!" Jeanne frowned slightly, reached out and pinched her chin, took a step forward with a thoughtful expression, and carefully observed Shirou Emiya's clothes. "The last time I saw you on the moon, Shirou, you were wearing the same outfit, a school uniform with a cape. It felt so weird, so mismatched." "After all, in my impression, the only clothes that do not affect daily life and are functional enough are the Tokyo Butei High School uniform and the Holy Shroud Cloth made by you, Jeanne." Shirou Emiya waved his hands helplessly, indicating that he had no other choice. The clothing of Tokyo Butei High School has bulletproof physical defense that does not affect daily life, and the holy cloth made by Jeanne d'Arc has a variety of uses. Although he can project and even modify the weapons he projects, as for clothes, Shirou Emiya says he does not have that talent, and he has no way to modify clothes like weapons. So most of the time, Shirou Emiya is dressed in this somewhat strange way. If he goes to some more classical places, Shirou Emiya can only abandon the Tokyo Butei High School uniform. "In that case!" In an instant, Joan of Arc's pupils burst into golden light, and then she patted her chest with confidence. "Shirou, let me make your clothes from now on!" "Really? Isn't that too troublesome?" Clothes and what to wear are not that important. To Shirou Emiya, it's fine as long as they can be used. Otherwise, he wouldn't have worn these two pieces of clothing all the time. "No! Rather, I'm very happy!" Jeanne quickly shook her head. She wanted to do something for Shirou Emiya, even if it was just the simplest thing. "It's getting late now. I have to go get ready for the morning. Jeanne, please go wake up Sister Fuji and the others. I'll go wake up Sakura later." Looking at the sky which was gradually turning red, Emiya Shirou knew that it was getting late and it was almost time to go to school. It was time to get ready in the morning. Although Emiya Shirou now felt that he was almost taking a leave of absence from school, he had given up catching up. "understood!" Joan of Arc nodded quickly and prepared to wake up the three people who were still sleeping soundly. "Let's go to the church tonight. Some things have not been resolved!" At this moment, Shirou Emiya's eyes became cold. The early morning sun shone through the sky, illuminating the entire Fuyuki Bridge and the Miion River, making the river surface sparkle and look extremely dazzling. No one would have thought that the wreckage of the ship on the river bank was caused by the aftermath of the anti-city treasure ten years ago. "Scumbag! Pervert! Scumbag! Stay away from me!" The morning hadn't really started yet, and when Toosaka Rin met Emiya Shirou, she started to attack him crazily, and deep dark circles could be seen at the corners of her eyes. Shirou Emiya looked at Toosaka Rin, who treated him as a pest, with a confused look on his face.

Miyamoto Musashi and Fujimura Taiga started making a fuss early in the morning. The morning is so noisy, it seems that daily life will not go on so peacefully. Chapter 906: The Strange Church Toosaka Rin had no way to stop Kotomine Kirei. On the one hand, it was because Kotomine Kirei was her guardian, and she couldn't do such a thing as sacrificing her own family for the sake of justice. On the other hand, what Kotomine Kirei did was just an ordinary thing for a magus. The laws against magicians are basically just to maintain the secrecy of magic and prevent its existence from being revealed to the world. In other words, as long as they are not discovered, the Magic Association will not interfere even if many people are sacrificed to carry out magic research. What's more, Kotomine Kirei is not a member of the Magic Association, but a member of the Holy Church. He did not touch the bottom line of the Magic Association, let alone exposing magic to ordinary people, even Toosaka Rin did not know that Kotomine Kirei was doing such a thing. If it weren't for a chance encounter, Emiya Shirou would probably never know how much children's blood was on Kotomine Kirei's hands. Night came quickly. After reporting to Sakura, Emiya Shirou left home and headed straight for the church. Although he reported it, Emiya Shirou did not tell Sakura specifically what he was going to do. He just told Sakura not to worry too much. The Emiya family is actually quite a distance away from the church. One is in the old capital of Fuyuki City and the other is in the new capital of Fuyuki City. However, with Shirou Emiya speeding like a car, it only took him a few minutes to reach the church gate. The church had been renovated at this time, and there was no sign of the impact caused by the previous gas leak. As always, nothing seemed to have changed. Although it was a church, Shirou Emiya could feel an ominous atmosphere from it. Looking at the church that seemed to have opened its bloody mouth in the dark night, ready to swallow any intruder alive, Shirou Emiya pushed open the iron fence and walked straight in. Outside the church's chapel was originally a courtyard that looked a bit shabby, but after renovation it was filled with all kinds of bright flowers and plants. If you come to the church to pray normally, these flowers and plants can make people feel less depressed. If he were in the spirit world on the moon, he would bomb the church with the spiral sword without hesitation. But logically speaking, since he came to the church so openly and aggressively, Gilgamesh should have appeared long ago. I just hope there aren't any traps in the church. Emiya Shirou crossed the courtyard and arrived in front of the chapel, stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the church. "Crack..." With a slight but clear sound of a door opening, the entire scene of a chapel appeared in Emiya Shirou's eyes. There was no trap, it seemed to be just an ordinary church. The benches were arranged in a very regular pattern.

Silvery moonlight streamed in through the windows. Wisps of mist-like smoke rose from the candles placed on the table in the front. A hint of cool air lingered in the air. The chapel in the middle of the night not only lacks the slightest sense of holiness, but instead gives people a gloomy feeling. In such a gloomy chapel, at the front, an extremely seductive woman wearing a black top hat and a priest's dress without a skirt caught Shirou Emiya's sight. She has long silver hair, golden pupils, fair skin, a petite figure, and a beautiful face that everyone who comes to see her cannot help but praise. But the expression on his face was extremely cold. Beside her, there were dozens of children, tied up tightly with red cloths. They seemed to be possessed, staring at the woman and struggling, roaring from deep in their throats, trying to move towards her. "Who are you? What are you doing?" Shirou Emiya slowly stopped and asked questions instead of projecting weapons. He hadn't figured out whether the person in front of him was a friend or an enemy, but directly pulling out his weapon sometimes showed his attitude, not to mention that he felt something was wrong with the church. "I should be the one asking you about the unknown magician who barged in at this time!" "Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" The moment he finished speaking, the scarlet strips of cloth around him rushed towards Emiya Shirou at an extremely terrifying speed. The speed is so fast that normal people don’t even have time to react. "That's the Holy Shroud!? So fast!" With just one glance, Shirou Emiya recognized what these strips of cloth that were constantly stabbing towards him were. With such a terrifying speed, not to mention normal people, even servants would be likely to be caught. "Trace on" “Sizzle! Sizzle!” With a tearing sound, two swords, one black and one white, were swung out with a sharp light, cutting all the attacking strips of cloth into pieces. If it was a sneak attack, Shirou Emiya might not even have time to react and be tied up by these strips of cloth, but as he was already on guard, these strips of cloth could not get close to Shirou Emiya at all. "Very strong, this is not the level that an ordinary magician should have—" The silver-haired girl frowned, looking at the strips of cloth that were torn into shreds so easily, as if she was thinking about something, but her expression remained extremely calm from beginning to end. Or, it should be said, as if there were no emotions. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Suddenly, one of the children, whose movements were restricted by fewer strips of cloth, took a quick step forward, bursting out with a strength that did not belong to a child at all, and pounced on the silver-haired girl, pressing her down under him and licking her face wantonly. This scene was like she was raped by a child.

“What on earth is wrong with them——!!” In just a blink of an eye, Shirou Emiya appeared right above the child, lifted her up with one hand, and looked at the silver-haired girl in shock. "Roar--!" A devil-like roar came out of the child's mouth, which was chilling. "Please don't interrupt my work, unknown magician!" "I like to destroy other people's work. Is this what you enjoy?"