“You want some pocket money?”
“Can I?”
“Yeah. I’ll give it to you, if you can ‘take’ it,” the priest said without looking at him... and launched a foreign silver coin with the force of a bullet.
Good grief. The bishop must not know my other face, or he wouldn’t have asked so nonchalantly...
That silver coin should have passed by about a meter to one side of Hansa, and embedded itself in the wood inside.
Still, I’d definitely feel guilty about dragging a child into it.
Dilo’s acquaintance apparently assumed that, if he startled the boy a little, he would refuse on his own. However...
At the same time he fired, the boy leapt towards the silver coin, and neatly caught it. The coin that had been launched with enough force to penetrate wood. With his bare hand.
“...Hm?”
For the first time, the middle-aged priest looked at the boy.
The boy looked at the coin in his hand with sparkling eyes and an innocent grin.
“Wow! A silver coin! Thank you, Father!”

Fate/Strange Fake: Volume 2, Chapter 4 ("Day 1, Early Dawn")