After being separated from everyone in the night attack, Emiya returned to his house smoothly without any problems.
The security forces attracted by the noise of the night attack could not find anything.
After all, the difference in strength was too big. \ Pushing open the door, Emiya washed up a little before getting into bed and closed his eyes.
It was not because he was sleepy.
In fact, heroic spirits did not need sleep.
He was just a little annoyed and confused now because he was facing Facing a choice.
"Okay, Emiya, the last light source has been collected, our mission is completed, it's almost time to leave."
Zaruba said.
Emiya couldn't help but ponder whether he should leave or not.
To be honest, he had nothing to do with this world.
He only came to this world to complete the task given to him by the light source.
Now that the task was completed, it was natural for him to leave.
But, is it really okay to just walk away like this?
At this moment, Emiya's eyes flashed through the scenes of his arrival in this world, the battle with Esdeath, the dignitaries in the imperial capital who were like man-eating beasts, the tortured faces of the victims, and the warehouse at the destination just now.
The mutilated corpses among them kept reappearing in front of Emiya's eyes, as if questioning whether it was appropriate for Emiya to do this.
You are just an outsider to this world, and you don’t have to worry about so much.
Making everyone happy is just an unattainable daydream.
Maybe it's just a daydream, but what does it matter?
Don't forget your true feelings.
People in this world need you.
Two voices echoed in Wei Gong's mind, making him hesitant and annoyed.
At this moment, a figure broke into his mind.
Unlike his own pale hair, his flame-like red hair still exudes its brilliance.
The clothes on his body have been dyed red with blood, and his magic power has been nearly exhausted.
There is no reason for the other party to be better than him in terms of combat experience or magic level.
After all, that was my past self, the Emiya Shiro who still harbored the illusory dream of being called a righteous partner. only. . . . . . .
The blood in his chest was flowing, his own blood, not his opponent's blood, but a gift from the past Emiya Shirou to the heroic spirit Emiya from the future.
The sights of the past and the future intertwined, but they collided with a situation that even the heroic spirit who planned it all had not thought of.
"I won, archer."
"Yeah, that's my defeat too."
I told the fact of my failure lightly, but unexpectedly I didn’t feel the frustration of failure.
Instead, I felt a little relieved and a little ashamed.
Why?
Perhaps it was his own figure in the past that conveyed to him the feelings that he had forgotten, the feelings that the boy who confidently told his adoptive father that illusory dream under the moonlight had.
Gradually, Emiya's brows relaxed, and the corner of his mouth turned up into a smile.
"What's wrong?
You look like you've found something good."
"It's nothing, I just found a clue to something that was originally lost."
"What, don't mean too profound," Zaruba said, but the conversation turned to another aspect, "To be honest, Emiya, now that all the light sources in this world have been found, it's time for us to leave.
When are you leaving?”
"..."
"Emiya" "It's okay, I just thought about something, Zaruba."
Emiya shook his head and replied to Zaruba, "By the way, Zaruba, can you not leave this world for a while?
I still have something to solve.
"That's it.
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How long will it take approximately?"
"About a year."
"One year."
There was a hint of surprise in Zaruba's voice.
"One year is too long to do what you want to do."
"There are many reasons.
Can it be done?"
Emiya did not directly answer Zaruba's question, but just asked Zaruba.
"Let me communicate with that guy.
It should be fine."
Zaruba saw this and didn't ask any more questions.
He was just going to ask the real person in charge, which was the light source in Emiya's body.
Traveling to the new world is determined by that light source.
Yes, it’s just that the light source expresses its meaning unclearly, so Zaruba is the messenger.
"Yes."
Emiya nodded and continued to rest with his eyes closed.
Even so, Emiya's thoughts wandered far away again.
A boy with a dream that cannot be realized works hard to realize this dream.
He even signed a contract with the power of inhibition when he was still a human.
Even if he can only live for five years, he still works hard for everyone to be happy. .
But in the end, the person he saved sent him to the gallows.
After becoming a heroic spirit, he also sank in the constant killing.
But even so. . . . . . . .
Emiya opened his eyes gently, and the figure of the red-haired boy who kept running towards him broke into his eyes again.
Although that dream is illusory, and the darkness of human nature is indeed deeper than any species, human beings also possess the most beautiful qualities in the entire world, and this complex race cannot be fully understood even if one is one of them.
Maybe your lifestyle is indeed wrong, but it is not wrong to want to protect the heart you want to protect.
Just within the reach of these hands, see how much change you can bring to this world. .
Emiya thought as he stared at his outstretched hands.
"Emiya."
"Um" "That guy has already given his answer and can stay here for a year."
Zaruba said.
"It's surprisingly easy to talk to.
I thought it would take a little more effort."
"You seem to have forgotten something, Emiya," Zaruba said, "That guy just has an ignorant consciousness.
Its behavior pattern is closer to instinct.
It has no awareness of time at all.
For it, ten thousand years is not a problem. , it doesn’t matter if it’s one day, as long as the goal is achieved, you can do whatever you want, it won’t limit you.”
"That's right," Emiya nodded, then suddenly remembered something and continued, "In that case, I can stay here for as long as I want."
"Of course not, there may be no problem for a few years, but if it takes longer, it won't agree.
That's roughly what it means," Zaruba rejected Emiya's idea, "After all, even if there is no sense of time, as long as there is a goal, , it will also have a sense of urgency, but this sense of urgency lasts much longer than us.”
"That's it, I understand," Emiya nodded, expressing understanding, "Thanks, Zaruba."
"It's just a small thing.
Are you ready for what you want to do?"
"Ah, ready, just now."
An inexplicable expression appeared on Emiya's face, and he looked out the window for a moment.
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The dark night gradually dissipated, and the time has come to dawn.
The brilliance of the rising sun is already shining on the horizon, as if symbolizing the most unlikely thing in this imperial capital, the infinite sword system that is raging across the dimension
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