Emiya House, located in the guest rooms at the rear.

"Something is wrong......"

Medea sat on the edge of the bed. She took off her witch's robe and put on a home dress, looked at the purple-haired girl sleeping in front of her, and said to Emiya Shirou standing next to her: "Her whole state is relatively healthy, and it stands to reason that she should have woken up a long time ago." There are only two possibilities. I've tested it with magic, and her soul is not damaged, and it's even stronger than the average person. So, you should be able to guess the second possibility, right? ”

“…… Don't want to wake up? ”

Hearing her say this, Emiya Shirou sighed.

Just before, he had learned a similar conclusion from his adoptive father.

However, if you don't learn about it from a professional, you won't be at ease.

Emiya Shirou clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his flesh, blood dripping: "Sakura's suffering is too much, and hell is nothing more than that. Damn the dirty inkstone, such an easy way to die, it's too cheap for him. ”

"Actually, it's not like I can't interfere with magic ......"

Looking at the angry young man in front of her, recalling the seemingly intact but actually torn body she had explored, Medea hesitated for a moment, but still said: "But that kind of coercive means may hurt her." ”

"No, you can't."

Emiya Shirou silently bent down and stroked her long purple hair: "The question now is not whether she can wake up, but whether she doesn't want to see me, that's all." Forcibly waking her up is just to uncover the scars of the past, which is not what I want. But it's not like there's no other way......"

Medea was a little curious about the unfinished meaning of Emiya Shirou's words, but she also knew that she couldn't ask questions casually.

"Well, let's leave this one aside for now, let's talk about the other one first......"

Caster changed the subject, turned his gaze to Illya, who was completely unaware that he had been discovered, and whispered, "You should know the reason why she has been feeling uncomfortable lately. This little girl is herself an artificial human who is the vessel of the Holy Grail. The soul of the True Assassin you killed earlier has entered her body through the Dark Orbit arrangement. Every Immortal who dies will be intercepted by Valhalla before returning to Valhalla. As she absorbs more soul magic, she will gradually lose her senses and personality, and fall towards the concept of the 'Holy Grail'......"

"Unlike just now, I personally have a way to help solve this problem."

Medea ran her index finger around the silver hair next to her ear: "The technique she uses is relatively unfamiliar to me, but it is not something difficult to analyze. As a Caster rank, I'm also curious about the composition of magic in the present world. ”

"That's enough."

Emiya Shirou stood up and motioned to her, "If you can, Illya will ask you." ”

"No problem, I think it won't be long before I find a proper solution that is acceptable to you."

Medea looked at Illya's eyes like an ordinary woman seeing a beautiful gem: "Her body, Ben."

The body contains a lot of secrets, and the third law, even in the gods, is something worthy of the gods to pursue. It was also a very good experience for me to be able to take this indirect opportunity to learn about it to a limited extent. ”

"Then I'll be relieved."

Emiya Shirou got up with a smile on his face, then left the room and walked slowly into the courtyard.

He looked up at the first quarter moon in the sky, and whispered to himself the unfinished words before: "The other way is to cross the four heavenly passes of the divine gate that the man said, and you can have the power to change everything from the root." When she wakes up, Sakura won't be in this desperate and cruel world. It's where she can really smile......"

Suddenly, he felt someone approaching behind him.

As soon as he turned around, he was tapped on the shoulder—it was Archer.

Shirou, from the future, stared at the boy who had turned around.

His eyes were as clear as water, and the firm will contained in those eyes made him feel as dazzling as the sun!

Those who can cultivate the True Yuan One Qi Martial Dao to the realm of practicing the void, any one can be called rather straight than bending, and will not regret dying.

"If you have more, I won't say it......"

Archer stared at the boy: "My life has been a very failed life, and there are so many things that I have not been able to save. However, you are different from me, you carry hope and the possibility to change everything. I'm just worried...... You will ignore other things in order to fulfill your obsessions, and end up in my old ways. ”

"I know that you have reached the level of cultivation, and you are extremely determined and indomitable."

He continued: "However, the more determined a person is, the more likely he is to become paranoid. I just hope you never forget that you don't have nothing behind you, and that everyone can help you share it, and that's enough. ”

"Really......"

Emiya Shirou nodded: "I see." ”

After staring at each other for a long time, Archer did not see half of the distorted and uncontrollable obsession in the eyes of his past self.

"Good luck, then!"

Exhaled a breath of turbidity, completely relieved of the heroic spirit, then turned around and left here without any delay.

There was a sentence that he did not say until the end.

I really envy you......

The boy who was standing alone in the courtyard again, looking at the bright moonlight.

The original missing piece of the puzzle was filled with the last piece.

Emiya Shirou, who has no worries at all, is finally able to put aside all other thoughts and devote himself wholeheartedly to the final battle that may occur in the Holy Grail War......

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On the outskirts of Fuyuki City, in a splendid villa.

At this moment, the blonde-haired and red-eyed hero King Gilgamesh is not indulging in those material pleasures and entertainment.

Standing in the center of the courtyard, in front of him, there was a small and delicate, but extremely luxurious square table.

It is gold throughout, with countless precious stones and metals inlaid on the sides, and dense carvings on the top

The dense strokes resemble patterns, and people have an inexplicable sense of solemnity, as if they were special sacrifices for ancient sacrifices.

Gilgamesh took out a dagger made of gold.

Its handle is wrapped in the finest phantom fur, and the end is set with a large red round gem.

He placed the index finger of his right hand on the sharp golden blade and swiped it slightly.

Tick......

Tick......

Tick......

Scarlet blood, drop by drop, fell on the altar.

Then, they slowly converge in the center of the altar, forming a pattern that resembles an irregular sun.

Unmoved by such a vision, Gilgamesh took out from the king's treasury a scepter with two serpents and wings standing above it. In Greek mythology, Hermes was known as the messenger of the gods, his presence allowing the gods to communicate with Zeus, and the symbol of his animal, the serpent......

I saw him stab the scepter, which symbolized Hermes, into the center of the sun pattern on the altar—

In an instant, the light rose into the sky, as if communicating with some existence in the underworld.

And in the unspeakable.

There is Valhalla of all the heroes and heroes of mankind from ancient times to the present.

Sitting on a huge throne, the blond-haired blood-pupiled man with his shirtless body and only some red lines as clothing slowly opened his eyes.

The chaotic and grand will in his ears kept trying to modify his consciousness and master his thinking.

But he was like a breeze blowing on his face, and he didn't care about it.

Man, no, the Hero King's body in Valhalla, slowly rose from the throne.

It was as if a golden flame had ignited on his body.

Seeing this scene, the chaotic and grand will was obviously angry, as if it was about to manifest, but it was interrupted by another equally great will.

Together, they calmed down and returned to nothingness.

The Hero King smiled.

The flames on his body burned his body little by little, leaving only many golden-red particles floating out, and when they reappeared, they were already in Fuyuki City, on the body of Gilgamesh, the body of the servant.

In an instant, his aura suddenly became deep and immense.

That is the expansion of the spiritual base, the difference in the nature of life.

Just as Lian Xuan can no longer be regarded as an ordinary person, the existence of the Heroic Spirit is completely above mortals.

With a slight touch of his tiptoes, Gilgamesh rode the wind and flew into the air, looking in one direction.

His gaze seemed to travel through time and space.

At the same time, Emiya Shirou, who was wiping a rusty sword, also looked up suddenly, as if he was looking at someone else.

- Hero King, what do you know?

And what do you want to do?

Are you my enemy, or something else?

But whatever you're going to do......

I'm happy to accompany you!