It's a mess.

Space out.

Half-asleep and half-awake, the door opened with a "squeak".

Two women, one tall and one short, like sisters, walked into the room, the taller one carrying a basin of water, and the shorter one carrying a towel in his hand.

Sensing the abnormality, Shinji raised his eyelids like a launch: "It's you." ”

Although the voice was very soft, because the room was very quiet, it did not escape the ears of the two of them, and they hurriedly put down the things in their hands and gathered around.

"Ah, Master, you're awake. ”

"How's your body? Is there anything wrong with you?"

"I ...... How long was in a coma. ”

After using the Ishtar War Spear as a medium to use the illusion collapse, Shinji, who had exhausted both his magic and physical strength, fell into a coma and lost his perception of the outside world.

"Three whole days. Artoria replied.

"Three days?"

Holding his hands on the mattress and sitting up vigorously, Shinji found that his injuries had healed. It's just that the physical injuries have healed, but the mental injuries have become worse and worse as time goes by.

"It's been three days, has anything happened during this time?"

Joan of Arc shook her head: "No, we concentrated on the city of Mirenia to regroup, and the manipulation of the sky courtyard stopped at sea. ”

"So, that means there's nothing going on over there? ”

"Strange?

"Isn't it strange? It's been three days, three days, and even I can collect enough Servant souls to activate the Great Holy Grail, let alone that guy. ”

“Master！”

Hearing Shinji's strange words, Artoria couldn't help but sink his expression.

"How can you say such a thing, do you also want the world to be destroyed?"

"Ahh Realizing his gaffe, Shinji gave himself a mouthful, "I'm sorry." ”

"Assassin, what's wrong with you? Not at all like you. ”

Stared at by Joan of Arc's serene and peaceful blue eyes, Shinji's mania in his heart declined.

"Maybe I can't accept the reality yet, I've done so much, calculated so much, and in the end it's all in vain - doesn't that mean that everything I've done before is meaningless?"

"No, what you're doing isn't pointless. ”

Joan of Arc leaned down and gently took Shinji's hand with her own.

"If it weren't for your efforts, we might have died, if it weren't for your efforts, the Great Holy Grail might have been activated, and if it weren't for your efforts, we might not have had a chance to fight back at all—all because of you. So, you don't need to blame yourself like that, really. ”

In normal times, Joan of Arc treats himself like this, Shinji will definitely jump up happily, but now that he has lost Yustisa, he can only barely squeeze out a smile:

"Thank you for your comfort, Joan of Arc, thank you. ”

"This is not comfort. ”

Artoria held Shinji's hand in the same way as Joan of Arc, her eyes burning.

"We mean it, the world hasn't been destroyed yet, thanks to your efforts, master. ”

"But I didn't do anything. ”

"No, you-"

At this moment, the door was pushed open again, and a third face carved out of a mold poked in.

"Father, Ruler, Miss Fioret—uh!"

In the middle of speaking, the door exploded.

In the midst of the rush of red thunder, the brilliant King Sword was summoned, accompanied by a roar full of anger.

"You bastard!!"

The men and women in the room were startled by the sudden outburst, and Artoria immediately turned around and glared at the intruder in annoyance.

"Mordred, what do you want to do?"

"You, you...... He, he ...... You, you ......"

Mordrey, incoherent. She has always moved faster than her mind, and she drew her sword here, but she didn't think about what to say.

"We, what's wrong with us?"

Natural Artoria looked dazed, looked at Joan of Arc beside him, also at a loss, Mordred suddenly found himself stupid, really.

"Hands, your hands!"

"What's wrong with the handshake? A handshake is a normal modern etiquette, and you want to try it too?"

"Yes, yes!"

Mordred nodded hurriedly, happily put away the king's sword, and handed it over.

"Hey, hey, hey. ”

The moment he was held by Artoria, Mordred smiled like a child, and Shinji, who looked like a dead heart, was infected.

"Poor boy—Mordred, are you here?"

"Miss Fioret asks you to go and say that something is wrong with that 'little grail'. ”

"Little Holy Grail, how can there be a Little Holy Grail?" Shinji was stunned for a moment, wasn't this thing fixed to the Great Holy Grail?

"I don't know the specifics, so you can ask your master yourself. ”

Because of physical contact with his father, Mordred also forgot to get angry with Shinji.

"It's okay, I'm awake, let's go over and have a look. ”

Seeing that he seemed to perk up a little, Artoria and Joan of Arc looked at each other and smiled, and walked ahead to lead the way.

Since Semiramis had come out of the courtyard in the air, it was clear that the king's house was no longer safe at the height of the castle, so Fiore, the successor head of the family, changed the council hall to the original underground forbidden area, and the altar where the Great Grail was stored.

There were not only all the masters and servants of the Thousand Realms Tree Clan, but also the Red Servant who broke with Amakusa Shiro. In other words, except for the Amakusa camp, the other masters and slaves are all gathered together.

This is also a matter of course, Amakusa Shiro's camp has strong combat power and mobility, and needs enough Servant Souls to activate the Great Holy Grail, and does not want to be broken one by one and become a sacrifice to realize his ambitions, huddles are the best choice.

When Shinji followed Artoria out of the corridor, all eyes were on him.

"Assassin!" Fiore clenched her hands unconsciously.

"Here we are. Charon smiled.

"I can really sleep. Corres winked.

"Bah, I'm not dead. Achilles whistled.

The rest of the people, although they did not speak, mostly expressed goodwill.

Feeling so much concern, Shen Er's nose was sour, and the more depressed he was, the more precious these sincere emotions became.

"I'm sorry to worry everyone. Shinji bowed deeply.

"It's good that you're okay. ”

Fiore turned her head sideways, her voice as clear as ever, like a mountain spring.

"Later, I have a lot of things to ask you. ”

"Well, don't worry, I won't hide it this time. ”

At this point, there is no need to hide it.

"Before that, I'd like to ask what's going on with the little chalice?"

It turned out that three days earlier, after Darnik had left alone, Fiore had taken people to the altar to take refuge on his orders. Not long after stepping into the altar, a flash of golden light fell from the sky and smashed right on Fiore's body by the altar.

At first, Fiore didn't know what it was, but instinctively felt that it was something important, so she carefully kept it until Joan of Arc returned with her tired group, and then recognized it as the artifact that contained the Servant's soul, the Little Holy Grail.

As she spoke, Fiore raised the vessel in her hand, the color of which was the same as the heterogeneous body of Estisa in the center of the Great Grail.

Shinji couldn't help but reach out his hand, and the moment his fingers touched the outer edge of the small chalice, a familiar pulse swept through his body.

"This, this is ——!!!"

PS: Door: I'll wipe it, and I'll be forgotten by you ruthless guys?