Chapter 2: The Knight Returns to Earth

That was, a long time ago...

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The man, when he was overwhelmed by the heavy black, had a touching color on his face, even though it was shattered.

【Great··· It's great to save you... 】

When his father received him, he burst into tears.

Yes...

Emiya Shirou is a man who inherited their will.

It is precisely because I know what a good thing that is, I am eager to be able to take a step closer to that side, even if it is a danger as hot as the sun, I must walk over step by step, walk past without regrets, only in this way... It's the real self, right?

Looking up at the moonlit sky, Emiya Shirou sat on a platform made of wooden planks in the corridor, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand.

Yang Tian sighed slightly, because it had turned cold after that, and a little heat came out of his mouth.

"Anyway, tonight, Tosaka will summon the Heroic Spirit... Then I can't be too willful."

It's going to die, what kind of consciousness will it be, you can't say that you have it, right?

After all, I don't plan to die yet, but even I know that there are always one or two things that people are more afraid of than death.

For example...

"Like what?"

Uh...

Before she could react, the eldest sister had already sat next to her.

El Saltisius.

After my father died a few years ago, he shouted: If you don't repay the favor, you can't owe that damn soul a little light, and came here, although I often run around and don't know what to do, and always bring myself into all kinds of problems...

- Go to Tokyo to help the countermeasure room solve all kinds of demons and monsters that I thought were only in stories.

- As a 'messenger of justice', he uses a mask to block his face to solve the scum...

Although my face was red and my ears were red, I think back to it now, it is a very, very good memory.

"Ahhh If that's the kind of thing, you don't have to worry about it."

- Of course... It would be even better if you could read your mind from time to time.

Emiya Shirou shook his head with a wry smile.

"It should be almost time, right? Sister, don't you need to prepare?"

The mechanism of the Holy Grail is not well understood, but there seems to be a trace of it in general, and that is 'need'.

It seems that as long as there is a real need, a real desire, and a goal worth achieving, then the spell will be given priority.

And this time, Evael and Shirou both received the spell.

Of course, among them, Aidier's one is in violation.

- Everyone knows that for Adeel, the Holy Grail War is just a medium for her to summon her eldest brother.

"Ann, a, let's go, how about coming along?"

The laughing blonde girl patted the red-haired boy on the shoulder and got up without hesitation.

So, I didn't hesitate to keep up.

“···”

The moonlight shone on the two men who were moving forward, with Evael walking in front and Shirou following behind.

There was no excitement and not too many words.

The time has come.

Over the years, as the time approached, Aidier's anxiety increased day by day, becoming more and more obvious as the countdown shortened.

But, the last few days.

Instead, it fell silent.

Leave the big house along the corridor and follow the path to the prepared workshop.

- The Emiya family didn't have this facility originally.

Inheriting the magic of Emiya Kiritsugu, Emiya Shirou is only practicing magic in his own warehouse.

There is no doubt that there is only one person who built this, Evael.

- In the basement made under the open space, the excess soil is raised after special treatment, and the space dug up by itself becomes a space of 10 meters in length and width.

Strengthened, strengthened, strengthened, the walls turned into solid bricks, and various props were placed inside.

The self-taught Aeel really lives up to the title of 'witch', and happily studies all kinds of potions and other things every day.

And then, to this day.

"Alright... So, you're ready to get started."

Waist pinched, standing in front of the magic circle that had been painted for a long time.

Mercury constructs the outline of this wonderful pattern, embellished with stars and moons, communicating the meaning of the heroic spirit between the stars, and transmitting the call from afar to the Valhalla, which is isolated from time and space, independent of the world, calling and calling for the great being.

Of course, this one is a bit different.

The complex spells were not much rarer than they were, but there were more rounds to say.

Inlaid with frames, the wonderful words are connected, like shackles wrapped around the formation—they have only one function, and that is to communicate.

It's not a hall of the Heroic Spirits, but a battlefield where no one else lives.

The wind elemental plane, following the scent of that person, traces.

"Hmm-come on, big sister"

Shirou leaned against the wall, and Evael, who had his back to him, waved his fist.

Didn't speak.

Because it will work.

There is not even the slightest possibility of failure.

"So, let's get started—"

whispered, and then, the pure white girl smiled.

Raise your hand, a flash of brilliance.

A long knife cuts the wrist.

Blood flowed down.

Don't care, ignore the pain, and give the beauty of intoxication.

The body and mind were immersed in that abnormal pleasure, and the mere call of his name made the girl's body heat up.

"Declare—"

In an instant, the world turned backwards.

Something is opened, not an illusion.

"Thou art beneath me—"

After ten years, the river of magic is flowing again, and the surging power is roaring in the workshop without hesitation.

"My life is on your sword—"

The wind of the long past blew again, disturbing the dust-free hall.

In the strong wind, the maiden recited the incantation, but it was as light and melodious as singing a hymn.

"If this is the case—"

Emiya Shirou looked at the scene, and then at his arm—on it, the three sword-shaped spells made him firm like never before.

"Answer my call—"

The song of the girl in the wind dispelled the confusion, and the young man who longed for the hero reaffirmed that he would participate in the battle of his own will.

Protection should be protected.

Punishment should be betrayed.

"The Oath—"

"I am the one who accomplishes all the good in the world—"

Just like that man.

"I am the one who bears all the sins of the world—"

Without hesitation, carrying the black flames burning, even if it was just for one person, he went out into the wilderness, regardless of sacrifice. Wield the sword only for what is right in your heart.

Just for the light of the light.

Yes - Emiya Shirou, the man with this name, was born for this.

"Seven days of entanglement with your three great spirits—"

In the wind, the girl's wrists flowed with precious blood, and red sprinkled all over the ground.

The bloody and holy scene is shocking.

"From that time the rift with the empty will come——!!"

Calling out a very different voice, he stretched out his arm to the distant one.

In an instant, the pure white and slender hand seemed to have stepped over the barrier of the plane, and on the blood-sprinkled earth, a wonderful holy blue rose from the red.

"My Eternal Half-——!!"

Moment.

The world is torn apart.

Emiya Shirou's heartbeat accelerated to the highest, and the holy blue flew through the world.

Like a storm sweeping the world, everything is shattered and sublimated by the power of freedom. Eventually, it fell silent.

"—as you wish"

Then, in the silence, the man's voice rang out.

In the shimmer.

The cyan knight knelt down on one knee and gently lifted the girl's wrist, which was still dripping with blood, not caring about the blood staining his cheeks red, and pressed it to his face.

“——servent·monster··· You are my master."