In a deserted park in Miyama Town.
In this season, unless necessary, most people would choose to stay in their warm homes rather than come outside to suffer.
“It feels like it’s going to snow.”
Surtr sat on a bench and took a bite of an ice pop.
The icy sensation rushed from her mouth straight to the crown of her head, making Surtr feel much more alert.
In her past life, she had loved such icy things, especially in winter; taking a bite felt as comfortable as ascending to heaven.
If it were paired with a hot pot, it would be beyond amazing.
It’s just that her body back then didn’t quite allow such a sinful way of eating; a single ice pop usually took her several days to recover from.
But now she didn’t have to worry at all.
Even devouring a dozen in one breath wouldn’t be a problem.
Devouring it in just two or three bites, Surtr leaned back against the backrest and looked up at the sky.
You ask why she isn’t out looking for a Servant, and why she is wasting time here.
The answer, naturally, is that she completely couldn’t find any.
She wandered around the urban area for half a day, and aside from eating her way through the entire street, she didn’t see any other Servants at all.
A Servant is an abnormality that cannot be concealed; they are as bright as lightbulbs in the dark night among a crowd.
If a Servant approached her vicinity, she would definitely be able to sense it.
Unfortunately, absolutely none.
During this time, she went to Homurahara Academy again, but since it was the weekend, she didn’t see anyone at all.
Going on like this would just be a pure stroll.
Although this was fine too, strolling alone was somewhat too lonely.
Had she known, she would have brought Medea along.
With the gift from the Matou Family, she didn’t need to worry about not having enough money.
“Ha.”
Hot air condensed into white mist in the air.
Surtr tensed her body, and then suddenly stood up from the chair with a swish.
Since she hadn’t met any other Servants, she might as well go check out the church and then return to Ryuudou Temple.
Kirei Kotomine wouldn’t run around randomly, right?
But just as she was about to act, an explosion sound came from not far away.
Surtr’s eyes lit up.
Was a Servant starting a fight?
Meanwhile, in Miyama Town.
Choking black smoke spread in a corner of the city, and the streetsides were crowded with people, filled with shouts.
“Haven’t the fire trucks arrived yet?”
“My newly bought poster is still inside!”
“My money!”
“Has everyone come out?”
“…”
Well, it seemed this time it really was a gas explosion.
But this truly was her emotion right now.
The building on fire was a seven-story apartment; the fire spread quite rapidly, and the entire building was smoking.
Surtr’s gaze swept across the surroundings.
Usually, at times like this, the system would pop up with commissions one after another.
The rewards weren’t very lavish, but every little bit counts.
If she were the kind of person who used any means necessary, she might directly and proactively cause disasters and then harvest Primogems.
[Malicious farming of points is prohibited.]
As soon as this thought crossed her mind, the system suddenly popped up.
‘I was just thinking about it.’
Having gone through nine years of compulsory education, she considered herself to have quite correct values.
“Is there anyone else who hasn’t come down?”
Surtr asked a woman in a suit nearby.
“Th-This, I don’t know.”
The other shook her head; she had just arrived here not long ago.
Before she could say anything else, suddenly, someone nearby shouted loudly.
“Hey, there’s still someone up on the fourth floor.”
Looking up, Surtr swept her gaze across the fourth floor.
Sure enough, on the balcony of the fourth floor, there remained a little girl of about ten years old.
The girl sat slumped behind the stainless steel railing of the balcony.
On one side was rolling thick smoke, and on the other was the ground more than ten meters below.
No matter which way she went, it was a dead end.
Bang!
The fire ignited flammable materials inside the room, and a window was blown away by the shockwave, flying over the girl’s head and smashing into the ground.
The situation was quite dangerous.
Surtr quietly left the crowd.
The height of the fourth floor was nothing more than a single jump for her, but she didn’t want her appearance to end up on the front page of the newspapers.
Air currents wrapped around Surtr’s body, and the Fire Giant version of the Wind King Barrier concealed her body.
Although if you looked closely, you could see obvious distortions in the air, this degree of distortion didn’t matter at all.
No one would care about this right now.
To avoid misjudging the distance, Surtr first leaped onto the first-floor platform, stepped on the external air conditioning unit, and climbed up to the balcony where the girl was like an agile wildcat.
For her current self, wanting to accomplish all this was quite simple.
Clack.
Both feet touched the ground.
Surtr tightly hugged the unconscious young girl in her arms, looked into the room, and raised her hand.
The flames inside the apartment began to extinguish defying all reason, as if they had been forcibly ordered by someone.
If it was just ordinary fire, even if it wasn’t generated by her, she could easily exert influence over it.
Heat and thick smoke posed no impact at all to her current body; at most, she just had to watch out for whether the floor would collapse.
However, she wasn’t good at healing, so the other party’s condition still required sending them to the hospital.
Holding the young girl, Surtr prepared to find an open space to jump down.
But just as she poked her head out, she noticed that on the exterior wall of the apartment, a red-haired figure was clumsily climbing upward.
Emiya Shirou?
Surtr naturally recognized him; just yesterday she had delivered avalon out from his stomach.
She didn’t expect to run into him again now.
Fuyuki really is small.
Compared to Surtr’s agile movements, the other could be said to be clumsy, but his speed was still quite fast.
With Surtr’s gaze, she could tell that the other had probably used magecraft to reinforce himself.
But even so, falling from this height would still result in missing arms and legs.
As expected of a guy who wanted to become an ‘ally of justice’.
If Surtr hadn’t turned into Surtr, she definitely would have been one of the onlookers standing below.
Surtr sighed with emotion, but didn’t delay much longer.
Wrapping the wind around both of their bodies, she hugged the girl and leaped down the building.
[Reward: Primogems × 10]
[…]
Using the platforms extending from the outside of the apartment and the air conditioning units, Emiya Shirou quickly climbed up to the fourth floor.
He let out a long sigh of relief.
Perhaps out of eagerness to save someone, it was his first time successfully using reinforcement magecraft on himself.
Thanks to that, he was able to come up to save someone.
Otherwise, with his physical abilities, he probably wouldn’t even have been able to climb past the first floor.
However, if he were to fall from this height, even with magecraft blessings, he would definitely end up lying in the hospital for half a month.
Not daring to look down anymore, Emiya Shirou cast his gaze toward the balcony.
He definitely had no way to bring someone down from the fourth floor; that was too dangerous, not only for himself, but also for the other person.
But there was a platform between the third and fourth floors.
At least he could help the other person down to the platform, which was much safer than staying on the balcony no matter how you looked at it.
However, when he looked up, what he saw was no longer a little girl.
A girl who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old, with long red hair and a pair of obsidian-sharp horns growing from the top of her head, was standing by the railing, looking at him quietly with a pair of dark purple pupils.
The other person was an anomaly.
Even if he was just a third-rate magus, Emiya Shirou could vaguely sense that the girl in front of him was definitely an anomalous existence.
The twin horns on top of the other person’s head were most likely not just some decorations.
“Don’t open your mouth, be careful not to bite your tongue.”
An inexplicable reminder.
Before Emiya Shirou could even react, the next moment, he only felt his vision blur, and a sense of weightlessness surged into his mind.
“Ah!”
A very un-resisting sound came out of his mouth.
After a bout of dizziness, the black asphalt road appeared before his eyes.
There was a bloody taste in his mouth; it seemed he had indeed bitten his tongue.
Like carrying luggage, Surtr grabbed the back of Emiya Shirou’s clothes and landed on the ground.
Then, with a splat.
The other person’s face made intimate contact with the ground.