In recent years, due to the rapid development of the economy, the quality of life of the residents of Fuyuki City has also improved.

In fact, due to the local manufacturing leader 'Weigong Group' and the well-known new media 'Wang Zhixing' sparing no expense, for the sake of large-scale investment in construction here, as long as it was past ten o'clock ten o'clock, the ghost on the street would basically only happen in the relatively backward suburbs of the old city.

If you look down from the sky, you will see the city of Fuyuki at night, and the lights are constantly flowing on the criss-crossing roads! The sight, which looks like blood flowing through the veins, represents the prosperity and vitality of the small city today. The 24-hour flashing neon lights in the business district correspond to the new life concept of the new era——

Nightlife.

At this time, two figures, one red and one white, one tall and one short, walked on the crowded shopping street.

"Shirou, I'm going to eat this!"

Suddenly, the short white-haired girl let out an excited figure, pointed to the stall in front of her, and said with her eyes shining.

Pulled by her clothes and stopped, the red-haired boy named Shirou nodded, and without hesitation, took out his wallet from his pocket to pay the bill. After taking the apple with a bamboo skewer and a layer of amber syrup wrapped in it from the boss, he turned around and handed it to his titular sister, and introduced it casually: "I don't know if you have eaten it, this is called apple candy, and it is a very popular street food in neon!" ”

"Hmph, of course I know it's candy apples~"

Illya borrowed the bamboo skewer and didn't care about the contact with Shirou with her hand, and retorted mercilessly: "Besides, apple candy is obviously a foreign product that was passed from England to Neon, when did it cost a souvenir!" Haven't you had a Halloween experience? ”

"Uh......"

The delicate touch on his hand came, and the young man was slightly stunned, and subconsciously said: "Neon is really nothing more than Halloween." ”

"Shirou, you actually talk back, punish you for helping me carry my bag!"

"Roar—"

Listening to the empty space on the side, there was a faint roar that seemed to be threatening, and Shirou immediately raised his hand and surrendered: "Okay, it's my fault." ”

He then took the pouch from the girl's hand.

With a keen sense, you can feel that it is basically full of snacks and other objects.

"Roar."

The roar was short, fleeting, probably satisfied.

In fact, he originally wanted to help Illya carry this thing, but the other party's childlike appearance, it is difficult not to worry about whether she will feel uncomfortable after the things she likes are taken away by others. Out of instinct, the young man didn't want to make this elf-like girl sad - not all with the intention of repaying his father's debts and son, but looking at the red eyes with innocence in them, he couldn't help but move slightly in his heart, and naturally made a choice.

But......

Looking at Illya's appearance of holding a bamboo skewer in her hand and concentrating on filling in the candy apple, it seems that she is not affected at all!

Am I overthinking?

Emiya Shirou was a little puzzled.

In the eyes of outsiders, this situation is completely just a pair of happy brothers and sisters coming out to play.

However, after removing the question of whether it is a brother or sister or a brother and sister, it is not wrong to say this......

Because, they are really just shopping.

A few days ago, Illya and Kiritsugu had a separate interview, and Shirou didn't know what was going on between them.

It's just that when he was repairing the roof with a big hole, out of closeness, he could feel that the gloom hidden in his father's heart had been swept away a lot.

But when it came to Illya's side, Shirou didn't count at all......

To be honest, with Shirou's straight steel style that never takes the initiative to figure out the psychology of girls (otherwise he wouldn't have ignored Sakura's affairs for so long), he can't see what his titular sister thinks.

After the conversation, Illya, on the surface, was still a child's temper, unwilling to live in the palace mansion, and refused to even use the money, but generously took out the credit card provided by Einzberen's family, which could theoretically be squandered at will, opened a presidential suite in a five-star hotel for herself, and lived in the city.

But Shirou didn't dare to tell her that this hotel was actually the property of the 'Emiya Group'......

If it weren't for the fact that the lobby manager was also a human being, seeing that Emiya Shirou was unwilling to reveal his identity, the young master stuck in his throat and didn't even shout, but just asked the waiter to provide the best service for Illya behind his back, and this matter would have been exposed! I don't know how quickly he reacted, and how much drama of the domineering president was made up in his heart.

And just when Shirou was once again arrested today to repair the roof that had been broken by his father's self-penetration, Kiritsugu made a request: let him take Illya shopping and try to make her happy.

The earnest expression on his face when he spoke couldn't have imagined that Kiritsugu's dead face could have been made......

Who is he Emiya Shirou!

That's right, he is the light of Fuyuki, the descendant of a certain foreign god, who is a male giant who makes criminals fearful, and has made great contributions to the peace and tranquility of Fuyuki City, and has won the championship of the National High School Sword Fighting Competition for two consecutive years...... It can't hide the fact that he only has chop and chop in his head, and he won't please girls at all.

But no matter how much the boy wanted to ask, the boy couldn't refuse.

So Emiya Shirou had no choice but to go and contact Illya.

Originally, in his imagination, he had robbed Illya of his father's love for ten years, and he was lucky to be able to prevent the relationship between the two from deteriorating......

However, unexpectedly, for her "younger brother", Illya did not reject it at all.

Even if he couldn't tell what she was thinking, Emiya Shirou could still sense from the Berserker spirit behind her, which had been very human since this afternoon, that her mood hadn't slipped in a bad direction, at least.

The two of them wandered around for two hours, walking the streets and alleys, and finally stopped in front of a small shop.

"Here it is...... A ramen shop? Are you going to bring your sister to eat in such a humble place? ”

Although Illya said what seemed to be harsh, the curiosity on her face exposed her thoughts.

Seeing this, the corners of Emiya Shirou's mouth curled slightly.

"You won't be disappointed."

The shop is indeed a little cramped, with only three rows of tables and chairs when it is full, but the whole store is clean and not a trace of greasy, although it is dinner time, but no one in the store eats here.

The store manager is a middle-aged uncle about fifty years old, with a slightly fat figure, wearing an ordinary casual suit, just a waist around his waist, sitting at the counter and watching a big river drama on a small TV.

Hearing that a guest was coming in, he raised his head with a round face and a smile: "Yo, little brother!" It's pretty early today! Are you bringing someone with you? ”

"Two bowls of signature ramen with two soft-boiled eggs."

Shirou took out two fingers and said very familiarly: "I went out shopping with my family today, and I didn't have a job, so I was early."

The manager nodded with a smile and got up to the edge of the stove.

Due to the small size of the storefront, the stove and the counter are actually combined, and two large pots, one tall and one short, are placed side by side on the stove, and you can see that under the tall pot, a blue flame is still licking. Stick to the bottom of the pot.

Illya glanced at the store manager, sat down face-to-face with Shirou at the table near the entrance of the store, and whispered in a puzzled voice, "There is no one at this time...... Will such a restaurant really be delicious? ”

Although her ten fingers don't touch the spring water, she still has the most basic common sense.

When eating, the number of people in a store can indeed be seen to a certain extent.

"There's not a lot of people in this store because it's mainly in the food delivery business, but it's actually very good."

Emiya Shirou smiled, "I can guarantee that you will not be disappointed." ”

"Takeout ......?"

Illya turned her head left and right, not looking like there was a delivery person coming to pick up something, so she just glared at him and whispered, "If it's not delicious, I'll call it...... Beat you! ”

"Little girl! I can't afford not to hear that! ”

The busy store manager by the stove suddenly raised his head and opened the lid of the cauldron that was still simmering with a smile.

In an instant, a scent of fragrance echoed through the small shop with white steam.

That's the wonderful smell of animal protein that comes from being boiled for a long time.

It's not particularly clear, and the nasal cavity doesn't feel stimulated, but it brings an extremely mellow fragrance that makes people can't help but sniff it.

The girl's small nose twitched slightly, and she quietly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said in surprise: "What kind of smell is this......

Obviously, she had eaten a lot of snacks in front of her, but when she smelled the smell, she suddenly felt a little hungry.

"Smelly, right?"

Shirou was also a little distracted, "The manager has been studying this pot of ramen soup for many years. ”

Smelling this fragrance, the waiting time obviously didn't take long, but Illya felt a little difficult.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the noodles to be served.

In a clean white porcelain bowl, a little oil floats on the pale yellow soup, white noodles curl up in a ball, and several thick slices of barbecued pork float neatly on it, surrounded by pre-marinated bamboo shoots and fungus and other side dishes. The soft-boiled eggs are cut and neatly stacked on small plates.

"Whether ramen is good or not depends on this mouthful of soup."

The store manager put the tray back on the counter, walked in and turned on the TV, and smiled at Illya, "Little girl, you drink soup first, and then eat noodles."

When the girl heard this, she scooped a little soup with a spoon, and she didn't rush to drink it, but carefully blew it twice, watching the oil flowers on it float around, and then put it in her mouth.

An extremely mellow taste spread in the mouth, not too strong, not light, just right, pigs, cows, chicken bones, and even fish are also stewed in it, but the whole is not half abrupt, just melted into one word.

Fresh.

Illya narrowed her ruby eyes slightly, waiting for the smell of the soup to slowly dissipate before opening.

Then, she skillfully picked up the chopsticks, sucked a few noodles, and nodded, the noodles with alkaline water tasted refreshing. With the gluten and soup in your mouth, it's hard to imagine a better ramen than this.

"It's delicious."

"Hmm!"

A kind of joy appeared on Emiya Shirou's face-

It was a collector who showed his collection to a friend and was amazed.

He used the process very well.

Then, he also picked up his chopsticks and began to enjoy the bowl of ramen.

While eating, Emiya Shirou explained to Illya, "You may not believe it, but even Aunt Maiya can't compare to me in my cooking skills."

“…… It's up to you? ”

Illya looked him up and down, handsome is indeed quite handsome, but he doesn't look like a chef who can cook.

"Of course."

Emiya Shirou's tone was full of confidence: "The standard dishes in the hotel are in my hands, as long as I taste a few bites, I can almost perfectly replicate the taste of the dishes, and even exceed the original feeling - after all, my physical fitness is far beyond ordinary people, I work knife skills and heat processing, and even if the things I get out are copycats, they may not be as good as the original."

"That's why I don't take you to that kind of big store - mass production, streamlined, it's enough to fill your stomach, if you really want to eat that, it's better for me to make it for you."

"But there are some dishes that I can't replicate yet."

Emiya Shirou lowered his head and looked at the reflection of his own face in the soup.

"Like this bowl of noodles?"

"That's right."

The young man's overly mature face showed a bit of emotion, "This bowl of noodles is not something that can be easily reproduced. ”

"Why?"

Emiya Shirou smiled: "Because...... It's not just a simple dish, it's too complicated. ”

"Behind the roundness of the soup is hundreds of attempts to improve day and night, the accumulation of unique secret recipes, and the requirements for the origin of the ingredients, which finally converge into this flawless mellow taste, so mellow that I can't separate it at all."

"It's like my projection magic has to be done to understand the basic composition of an object, and if my tongue can't even tell what it's made of, how can I replicate it?"

Illya nodded, suddenly reacted, and looked left and right: "Hey, you just said it...... Projection magic? ”

"It's okay, don't be taboo."

The young man waved his hand, "The store manager is also half an insider, I once arrested an ordinary person who was corrupted by evil thoughts here, and I happened to save him. ”

"That's right, if my brother hadn't saved me at that time, I might have died."

The store manager patted his chest, as if he remembered something terrible, and he looked like he was palpitating.

Illya nodded knowingly: "Manager, your ramen is so delicious, it would be a pity if you died."

"Uh......"

Emiya Shirou was a little embarrassed, but Illya didn't realize it, picked up the bowl and drank the last mouthful of soup.

The shopkeeper waved his hand generously: "It's okay, it's okay, I don't care about a word."

"Well, knot......"

Emiya Shirou had just taken out his wallet when suddenly, a faint voice came from outside the store that only the two of them could hear.

"Roar......

And it sounds a bit resentful.

Shirou instantly realized what he had overlooked, and hurriedly said, "Huh...... One more bowl...... No, three bowls in pack. ”

"Okay!"

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On the way home, Illya blinked, as if remembering something.

"So why is there no one in this store?"

Shirou smiled, turned to look at the storefront, and looked up.

The storefront is indeed good in the corner, but there are obviously no bungalows in a place like Dongmu Pedestrian Street, so this kind of small shop is naturally at the bottom of a high-rise building.

"Because the whole building is his. This is his company headquarters, and we at Weigong Group and his company often cooperate with him. ”

Illya's eyes widened: "What, you mean the middle-aged uncle just now?"

"It's just a hobby for people to make ramen and study soup, and this is equivalent to his lounge, and it's definitely not a full-time store for entertainment. Otherwise, how can ordinary people be leisurely without business? ”

"Dad talks about business with him, sometimes he talks about business late, and after I finish work, he will ask me to come here to rub a bowl of noodles at ten o'clock, and everyone will be familiar with it after coming and going."

"Then what ......are you talking about as a food delivery business?"

"Neon's biggest instant noodle brand, isn't it takeaway?"

A sly smile appeared on Shirou's face, "There's nothing wrong with it. ”

"Hmph, you actually lied to me that he is an ordinary person!"

Illya hammered Shirou's waist hard—

It's really not painful, but in order to take into account his sister's self-esteem, he symbolically shouted two words of pain.

However, he was soon punched and kicked because he was too perfunctory.

Illya was fussing for a while before stopping, Shirou thought about it, felt that the time was ripe, and finally asked the question that had been in his mind for a long time.

"Ah, that...... Illya, have you forgiven Daddy? ”

Illya lowered her head slightly, and her steps suddenly stopped.

Seeing this, Shirou's heart chuckled, his whole body tensed, and the magic power in the magic circuit began to mobilize:

[It's over!] It's still a thunderbolt!! 】

However, a full minute passed, and the expected furious blow of a certain black uncle did not come!

Illya looked up at him helplessly, sighed, and said the most sisterly sentence along the way: "Shirou, you are really ...... Yaga! Can't you see that? ”

"Huh?"

Yes, actually......

Although Illya still resents Kiritsugu, she is no longer the same person she used to be.

Did Kiritsugu do something wrong?

A lot.

Ignoring it for nearly ten years, killing his own mother, and even destroying the Holy Grail of the Einzberen family's ultimate goal -

However, after hearing the voice of the old patriarch crying bitterly, and learning that Kiritsugu took Shirou to kill Germany and blew up the entire Einzberen Castle for himself, and the scene where Kiritsugu knelt on the ground and cried to herself, Illya was really in a complicated mood.

She wanted to pull him by the collar and ask him why he killed his mother, and wanted him to feel his pain and die with remorse.

But at the moment she really faced it, she realized that all her venting behavior was a kind of atonement and redemption for that man - he longed for himself to be able to suffer for Elijah, to die for Alice Fair, and even said that the suffering in this man's heart was not inferior to his own.

It's pointless to kill him like this.

So after calming down, she finally remembered-

This is her father.

After the distorted feelings calmed down, the dusty part of the memories that belonged to the family finally loosened slightly.

Then she understood why she felt that the Berserker at the beginning was so kind and kind, and why she felt so lost after he was completely berserk.

It's just that he resembles his father when he was younger, holding himself up and playing in the snow.

For Kiritsugu, she can't do it anymore.

As for Shirou, after watching the battle to save Sakura, her impression changed from "the thief who took away his father" to "the younger brother who is very capable of fighting, but his emotional intelligence is equal to that of an orangutan......

Today's day of getting along made her more and more pleasing to Shirou.

Although the other party's emotional intelligence is very low, it is not annoying.

However, no matter what, she won't forgive Kiritsugu, and it's impossible to say it, but looking at Shirou's complicated eyes after he found out that he had done something wrong, what could she blame?

In the end, Illya could only stretch out her right hand angrily, and the back of her smooth hand was towards Shirou.

"I'm tired, carry me back."

I didn't know the situation at all, but I only knew that my cheap sister didn't seem to be an angry red-haired teenager who carried her on her back, and didn't dare to say a word.

And his first thought came to him.

"It's so light......

With a weight of absolutely no more than thirty kilograms, coupled with a child-like size, carrying Illya on his back is not a burden at all in the eyes of Shirou, who has cultivated various secret martial arts.

On the way home, another thing came to his mind.

Illya...... In fact, I don't have long to live.

Even if he can stop this Holy Grail War and prevent the Heavenly Cup in her body from being summoned, as a descendant of an artificial human and has undergone many acquired transformations, she will not have the same longevity as ordinary people after all.

If you really want to count it, there may only be a few years left.

Is this sister about to leave this world just after a little bit of calm happiness?

Although the supernatural master said that he would take care of everything, knowing that everything would go in a good direction, could he watch Illya wither little by little with peace of mind?

Shirou walked down the road and saw the Emiya family's mansion from afar, listening to the sound of Illya's already sleeping breathing.

Suddenly, the corners of the young man's mouth curled.

He wasn't helpless.

Shirou said softly, "Help me hold Illya a little, I'm going to pull out my hand and do something."

The next moment, the golden points of light condensed and turned into a human form, and a black shirtless giant appeared behind him, gently supporting Illya's body behind Shirou with a gentle gesture that did not match the rugged appearance.

"Roar."

As if there were some doubts.

"Hey...... You're going to see it! ”

"Roar?!"

Wei Gong's arm actually sank straight into his chest as if he had passed through a layer of water waves!

His face suddenly flushed abnormally, but he didn't say a word, and his right hand moved out little by little, as if he was pulling something outward.

Eventually, he pulled his right hand out and pulled out something oddly shaped.

A magnificent scabbard with blue patterns all over it.

Then, he turned to look at Illya, who was in the Berserker's hand, and slapped it towards Illya's body.

There was no scene of the scabbard piercing the girl's body, but it was easily blended in.

"That's ...... It should be a lot better. ”

The berserker's eyes immediately softened, and his massive body bent slightly to Shirou, as if to salute.

Shirou took two breaths and said softly: "For me, this level is not difficult, it's just a little magic power, and I will be able to cultivate in two days." The scabbard wasn't particularly necessary for me, because for some reason, even if I died, I would have a chance to be resurrected, and it would be better to give it to Illya, so that she would feel better. ”

"Roaring ......"

Another low roar.

Shirou stretched out his hands: "You're welcome, let's go......"

"Huh!?"

Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, staring into the distance.

"Is there an accident......

Shirou turned back to the berserker and said, "You take Illya home to sleep, and I'll take care of it."

Before he finished speaking, the black-green armor had already covered his body, and several rabbits fell and disappeared into the night streets.

The Berserker looked in the direction he had left, and after a brief silence, he finally walked towards the Emiya Mansion.

At some point, Maiya had already opened the door and stood at the door to greet them.

The Berserker nodded at her and stepped inside.

Putting the sleeping Illya on the bed in the guest room and covering the quilt, Maiya looked at the black giant, who was obviously not crazy, and asked casually, "Mr. Berserker, why are you still rational?"

The berserker couldn't answer, but Illya, as if she wasn't sleeping well, moved, her right arm exposed.

It's as clean as new, and there's no trace of it......

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After Illya fell asleep, the Berserker seemed to remember something.

He came to the living room and opened the package of a plastic bag......

"Roar!"

In the Wei Palace Mansion, a suppressed roar containing grief and indignation sounded.

Too late.

(PS: Don't say much, I haven't updated my work recently, my fault.) This chapter is a special statement written by my dear friend 'Aka-chan' at my request. "Help me, Aka-chan Amon!" "I really can't help you!" ）