Book 6: Chapter 59
Scarlet
Who knows how long passes as Shirou regales me of her tale. Of her life’s story. Mostly because I have nothing else to do while I’m recovering from the battle.
And what a doozy it is.
As it turns out, Shirou is over a hundred thousand years old.
Very old.
“Rude,” she comments, interrupting my inner monologue.
Which is rude.
She scoffs at that, temporarily taking the place of Tar in my internal comedy routine that is not a comedy routine.
Anyways, she didn’t say the entire story. Instead only going over bits of it. Mostly because of the whole ‘hundred thousand years old thing’ making the story too long. And I’m not one to pry. But what she did say is interesting.