Chapter 7: My Future

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Although I have to recite a mantra... Draw a magic circle... But for a true magician, it's just basics.

Although Emiya Shirou himself is only a half-ass, but in this mansion, there is a real master...

"That's it... Alright..."

Aidier effortlessly completed the magic array again, and then threw himself into the arms of the knight beside him, who smiled bitterly and could only open his arms and embrace half of his body.

"Bastard Adear!"

"Bite me?hehe~~"

Of course, it was Lustia who complained, and although it looked cute, it was actually gloomy... Needless to say, is it?

"So, here I go"

Emiya Shirou's expression was a little nervous, wearing a red robe specially proposed by Ai Yuer, and he was wearing leather armor inside, which made people look inexplicable... Visual dislocation.

It was obvious that the young man named Emiya Shirou was standing here, but it was as if there was another person standing here, and people couldn't help but feel shaken.

Of course, they are not Aegar, nor are they Rodrite, so naturally they don't understand why. But the two who knew could only sigh in their hearts, 'worthy of him' and then remained silent.

"Go—"

Rodriten whispered and nodded.

This is not just an ordinary summoning, but more like a proof of himself by Emiya Shirou.

He didn't know if Emiya Shirou would call out the king with the scabbard in his body again, but he knew that this was a proof of Emiya Shirou's own belief.

He joined the Holy Grail War in this ritual and challenged the great cause as a human being.

Like countless heroes in the past, he is walking down the path called the impossible, towards choices that don't exist in the first place. Challenge it, defeat it, or turn the bones into a handful of loess, or realize your wish and become one of the heavenly palaces.

"Yes, I see—"

Reach forward, reach out.

Then, call out—

"Declare—"

With everyone watching, he raised his hand

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What is the so-called history?

Until recently, Ruri Maya was also thinking about this.

“··· What's wrong?

"Oh, no, no, nothing."

This year is already a twenty-seven-year-old girl, but it does not match this kind of open island country, and she is still single and has never been in love, although she is already this age, but she still has a girlish face.

Now she is a teacher at Suiqunyuan Academy. Bishop Department of History. It can be regarded as a famous teacher from far and near.

But, why?

She had always had a doubt in her mind.

Why did you study history yourself?

Obviously, I have a better future when I was good at both character and learning, and I had a better choice when I took the college entrance examination, but why, did I choose history and become a teacher?

I don't understand, I really don't understand.

It seems that since ten years ago, I have become less like myself.

“··· So... Sister May, are you listening?"

Fujimura Taiga helplessly lay on the table of his senior, looking sullenly at this senior who had known him for a long time.

They met ten years ago, because something has been forgotten and is no longer important.

"Ahh

Ruri only quickly apologized, folded her hands, squinted one eye and stuck out her tongue, which was very cute.

"Forgive me~☆"

“··· Uh, okay"

Fujimura Taiga rolled her eyes, she didn't say anything, but immediately after, she saw something on Ruri's neck.

Silver, simple in shape, but not stingy in materials, although cheap but by no means kitsch, but antique crosses.

"It's so well maintained."

She couldn't help but sigh.

Seeing this cross on Sister May's neck, Fujimura Taiga has memories for many years. But after all these years, the cross is still as new as new.

"Really?

However, Mayri knew that she hadn't maintained this thing at all...

It doesn't matter if it's a year, two years, five years, ten years.

The cross she wore all the time had never been maintained. She just wears it around her neck, and then, often, forgets that it exists.

It's so tacit with her, and the tacit understanding has arrived... She is often unaware of its existence, and only at certain times will she suddenly realize: Ah, it is still there...

What the man gave her... The only keepsake left by the man he never saw again.

“···”

May Ruri sighed and closed the lesson plan in her hand.

Probably we'll never see each other again, right?

She thought so, and then, hearing the words of Fujimura Taiga, a junior she had known for a long time, suddenly clapped her hands.

"So, senior, how about coming with me for dinner tonight?"

Because the other party was really interested, she couldn't bear to object, so she nodded lightly.

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So, when did it happen?

Existed, or didn't exist? Deviated in the process, or was it not right in the first place?

Then it doesn't matter anymore.

Since I know that I am not the only one, since I have questioned my own existence.

Girl, there is nothing left.

The meaning of existence is justice, goodness, and salvation, and nothing else has been found, and even his name has been forgotten for a long time, leaving only the dyed crimson holy relics cloth and the twin swords to witness the journey along the way.

yet

That's it

The body no longer expects anything to happen

Because a girl who didn't exist to forge a sword, from the beginning, she was only doing one thing.

···

Bang - pop - crunch - boom -

The roof of Emiya's house was penetrated

···

History is always similar, although this time the summoner is not his own Ji friend, but there is no doubt that the knight in red still chose to fall from the sky as always, and then after penetrating the poor ceiling of the Wei Gong family, he smashed the young Wei Gong... head.

"Poof——!?"

He was only halfway through his speech, and he was sat down on the ground. There seems to be something fluttery on the face that covers, and then a soft touch.

"Ah~~~?"

Subconsciously sniffed for a while, and then I heard the girl's voice that was gasping for a while because of the heat.

“···”

“···”

There was a deathly silence.

Silver hair tied into a beautiful ponytail, black leather armor and women's trench coat, jewel-like beautiful pupils, snow-white skin, cute like a doll.

Although Emiya Shirou, who is caught in the confusion of whether it is happy or unlucky, cannot see it, it is certain that this is a beautiful girl who will be amazed even if he is picky.

It's Emiya, right?

It is indeed the Emiya.

But...

"Well, anyway, how about getting up first..."

Rodritte, who no longer knew what to say, pressed his face with one hand.

“··· Although I don't think Shirou will complain, if it goes on like this, he will suffocate"