fate: I tear up the heroic spirit

"That's what adults mean."

Drafa was silent for a moment and spoke.

"Adult? Which adult?

Alice Phil automatically skipped Shirou, and although it was hard to accept, Shirou was dead.

More or less because of her, Alice Phil still felt a little guilty in her heart, after all, if Shirou chose to sit idly by with them, it would definitely not end like this.

"There is only one person who can be called an adult by me, and it has always been like this."

Drafa's tone was very serious.

Although he didn't spend as much time with the adults as Norka, there was no doubt that the status of the adults in Drafa's heart even surpassed that of the sovereign of Ulyphes, Lufreus.

"Was this all arranged by Shirou in advance? Did he... Do you already know everything you will face next, including your own end? Even

though he knew all this, did he still make such a choice? The thought of Shirou's death made Alice Phil's heart difficult to calm down.

"Of course, you know, the adults have already expected everything, and the adults have also said that they will create a new human body for you."

Delafa nodded.

"New body?"

Alice Phil was a little surprised, he thought that his end was already the best ending, even if there was no human body, it was already a blessing in misfortune to survive, but he did not expect that he could still have a human body.

As if thinking of something, Drafa sighed again: "It's a pity that this time the body is already preparing to come to Fuyuki City, and will not return to the Clock Tower until the Holy Grail War is over." "

Back to Fuyuki City? Noumenon?

Alice Phil was a little incomprehensible, she seemed to have discovered some amazing fact, and said a bold guess in her heart: "Could it be that the Shirou I saw before is not his essence?" "

This conclusion is too shocking to believe.

"That's right, that's just an adult-controlled doll."

Drafa said calmly, as if he was telling something normal.

"How... How can it be!

Alice Phil had a hard time accepting this kind of thing.

Can a puppet be realistic to this extent? And can it have that much strength?

"Shirou isn't dead, why didn't you tell Saber?"

Alice Phil asked the doubt in her heart.

If Saber knew that Shirou wasn't dead, he would be very happy, right?

"You didn't ask."

Drafa scratched his head and said, "And the adult will come to Fuyuki City soon, and Saber will meet him sooner or later."

Alice Phil was silent.

In this case, it doesn't matter if Saber tells Shirou the real situation, after all, they will see each other again soon.

......

London Airport.

Dark clouds covered the sky, and lightning and thunder continued.

A child stood quietly in the rainstorm, his clothes had been soaked by the rain, but he still stood in the rainstorm without leaving.

A once-in-a-century rainstorm shut down all the planes at the airport.

At the critical moment when Shirou Emiya was about to leave for Fuyuki City, such a change occurred.

"Saber, wait for me,"

Shirou Eimiya muttered.

"Sir, the nearest airport that was not affected by the storm, if you leave now, you will not arrive until tomorrow morning."

Noka walked up to Shirou Emiya and said respectfully, his clothes also soaked from the rainstorm.

......

Fuyuki City also experienced a rare rainstorm.

In an abandoned delivery room, Saber sees his master, Kiriji Emiya.

Neither of them spoke immediately, but fell into a long silence, so quiet that only the sound of raindrops hitting the eaves could be heard.

"You seem to be different from what you used to be, Saber."

Emiya Kiriji's tone was calm, his eyes were deep, and rarely, he spoke to his servant.

In his eyes, Saber gave him a completely different feeling, an indescribable feeling, like a soldier who went to the battlefield and died.

"You should have known Alice Phil's end, right?"

There was an indescribable sense of depression in Saber's tone.

Eimiya Kiriji was silent.

For a long time, he still nodded.

That's right, from the first time he met Alice Phil, he knew directly what Alice Phil was going to face, her destination.

This is fate, a fate he cannot change, Alice Phil is destined to become an instrument of the Holy Grail War, a victim....

"Don't you have even the slightest touch in your heart? She is your wife, don't you feel anything in the face of her death?

Saber couldn't help but ask.

Thinking of Alice Phil's death and the fate she faced, Saber's heart was difficult to calm down.

However, nothing changed in Emiya's face, and even when Saber mentioned Alice Phil's death, he didn't seem to be touched in any way.

"In the world, there is a person like you, obviously she loves you so much, she is your wife, you have children of your own... However, you are indifferent to her death, her ending like this, like the death of just a stranger ... Eimiya Kiriji, you are more ruthless than I thought!

Saber's eyes flashed with anger, he really couldn't figure out why Alice Phil would give everything for such a man.

Is this ruthless man worth her being so desperate?

"If doing something to me can vent the anger in your heart, then come on."

Eimiya's tone was still so calm, he was like a running machine, without any human emotions.

Who can understand his suffering? In the past nine years of living with Alice Phil, whenever she thinks of the fate she has to face, Eimiya Kiriji's heart feels like it has been torn apart.

But, what can he do? He simply does not have the power to change all this, and the ideals he adheres to do not allow him to make any changes.

He must be like an emotionless machine, only in this way can he get the Holy Grail by any means to save the human race of this world and save these six billion lives!

A person like him does not need anyone to understand, when he chooses to become a partner of justice, he is destined to face all this alone, no matter how much pain, he has to bite and swallow.

If Saber wants to do something to him and vent his dissatisfaction and anger against him, then come on, maybe physical pain can numb his inner pain.

However, unexpectedly, Saber stood in place, just looked at him coldly, and had no intention of making a move.