Shirou, being a thousand years old, had nothing but time on his hands. To do anything and everything. So in this specific era, he decided to be more of a scholar. His eyes skimmed a book, the green dart of a glare scanning each word and scaring the knowledge into his mind. He was standing in front of a shelf, just browsing. He looked quite elegant, for an old, old, un-aging beastman. Europe was where he was for now, at least until a new era or something happens in the meantime.