I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

Shenji feels tired now, very tired, very tired.

He has not stopped for 36 consecutive hours, and he has reached the limit both physically and mentally.

Pick up Little Jack and Sixth Director Lingxia and help them get settled.

Examine Fiore's leg and develop a detailed treatment plan.

The third magic adapted to the new life repaired the two damaged Noble Phantasms.

He had more than one meeting with Chiron and others to discuss various matters regarding the attack on the Sky Courtyard.

And what we are currently doing is drawing the structural diagram of the sky courtyard. With this thing, the success rate of attacking the garden will be much higher.

I have to lament Xingyue Society's persistence in settings. Semiramis' entry settings include detailed settings for the Noble Phantasm. Not only does it have detailed text descriptions, but it also thoughtfully comes with several large pictures, including Structural line drawings, appearance drawings, etc.

It was these pictures that Shinji wanted to reproduce.

According to common sense, this is simply an impossible task. Although the pictures in the setting album were very detailed, after so many years, he wanted to reproduce them unless he had a certain legendary ability - photographic memory. But unfortunately, although he did pretty well in his previous life, he was still far from the legend. Naturally, he did not have this kind of ability.

Fortunately, with Justeza's heart, he understood part of the third magic. The third magic is magic related to the soul. Reading the information recorded in the soul is the most basic of the basics.

Relying on this ability, Shinji can tap into his memory to the maximum extent. As long as it is not completely deleted from the brain, he can dig it out, combine it with what he saw with his eyes, and finally recreate it with the pen in his hand - this is not difficult for Shenji who has experience in carving runes and drawing various magic techniques. Perhaps What you draw may not necessarily look good, but it must be accurate.

Of course, it would take a long time to combine memory and reality to recreate such a large sky courtyard. From nightfall to now, the exterior drawing is almost complete.

"It will take at least 12 hours if this continues. There are less than 30 hours left before the scheduled general attack time. We also have to make time for Fiore's surgery and time for Gold to prepare information... which means we have to continue. Will your liver explode?"

Putting away the pencil in his hand, he moved his stiff fingers and joints, and rubbed the sore corners of his eyes.

"My liver is so restless. My eyes are double. Is it necessary to release the 'receptive body' state?"

This strong sense of fatigue is one of the few flaws that a follower has after "receiving flesh".

After all, the human body is no better than the body of a Servant. Even a superhuman body with unchanged panel parameters still needs eating, excretion, and sleep to maintain. Naturally, it cannot continue to rotate as long as the magic power is sufficient during the Servant period.

After hesitating for a moment, Shinji shook his head.

"No, now is not the time, not to mention that this will increase Fiore's burden and increase the risks of the operation. The timing of the removal of the 'receptor' is a trump card. I never expected that using the Little Holy Grail as a medium would still cause Such a surprise, I didn't expect those two guys to be willing to help me. In this way, not only 'Yan Hui' and 'Wu Ming Three Stages Thrust', maybe Semiramis and that bastard can eat a big Loss—as long as I can bear it.”

"It's too early to think about this now. Let's find something to refresh ourselves first. Coffee..."

Turning around, I saw two empty pots already placed on the coffee table.

"It's probably useless to drink any more. Let's go get some medicinal soup. Although it tastes bad, it's better than nothing."

He stood up from his chair and stretched.

There was a knock on the door.

"Here, who will it be at this time?"

He muttered softly and opened the door.

"dad!"

Following a familiar call, a pair of small hands climbed up to Shenji's neck, hung on him like a koala, and rubbed his neck affectionately.

"Ah hahaha, it's so ticklish, little Jack."

Naturally, he picked up the girl's petite body, and Shinji nudged her forehead with his nose.

"Hey hey hey, it's not itchy at all, daddy."

Hearing the girl's soft voice, my highly tense spirit relaxed a lot.

Ahhhh, sure enough, my daughter is a good medicine for mental fatigue. Being clung to her so closely, I suddenly feel endless motivation.

It's really strange to say that the total time we spend together is not much, why do you have this idea of ​​pampering from the bottom of your heart?

Perhaps, this is fate. Just like when I first saw Sakura, when I was called brother by her for the first time, I wanted to protect her for the rest of my life.

The sigh in Shen Er's heart was naturally unknown to the simple little Jack. She kept saying it in a tone like a child showing off a treasure:

"Dad, Dad, are you hungry? Mom and I made delicious food for you."

"That being said, I'm really hungry. Is there anything good to eat?"

"Yeah, there's vegetable soup, omelette rice, and fruit salad. Mommy helped little Jack make it."

"That's right, Jack is really capable - and thank you for your hard work, Miss Lingxia."

"No, it's not hard at all with little Jack."

The woman who walked into the room with the father and daughter carrying the dinner plate smiled and looked at the intimacy between the father and daughter. The expression on her face completely lost the aura of dustiness when they first met. Who would have thought that such a person was once a high-class woman? What about the support workers?

"Besides, you are Jack's father and I am Jack's mother. There is no need for us to be so strange to each other."

"Yes, then I will call you Lingxia, and you can just call me Shenji. You can also call the child her father."

In the past, Shenji was still a little cautious, but now, he has made up his mind to leave no regrets, so he won't stick to these small details.

"Unfortunately, there are many people who can be called the child's mother. Jack, tell me which mothers you have?"

"Well, mom, you are the first, mom Tolia is the second, mom Jeanne is the third, mom Fiore is the fourth, and, and - ah, no more."

When he said "no more", little Jack made a very obvious nose wrinkle. Lingxia, the sixth director, reached out and pinched it, and Shenji also wanted to pinch it.

"Ah, there seems to be one missing."

"Quite a bit, sister Mordred is mother Tolia's daughter and Jack's sister."

Recalling the meeting between Mordred and Jack, Shenji felt funny.

At the beginning, Mordred, the king's chef, father-controller, and tsundere, showed up, grinning and circling around Jack, and said all kinds of cruel words one after another.

Why is it not that easy to be the daughter of a father?

I am my father's only legitimate successor;

If you want to call me mom, you have to go through me first;

The scene was very embarrassing for a time.

In the end, little Jack only said one sentence: "Ah, you are Tolia's mother's daughter, so you are my sister. Hello, sister."

This sentence of "sister" is right on target. Mordred has never been called "sister" in his whole life. When little Jack called him, all the disapproval, arrogance and jealousy disappeared immediately, leaving only Silly fun.

"Haha, sister, ahhahaha, I was called sister, call me again."

"Sister." Little Jack was very good.

"Very good, from now on you are my sister. If anyone dares to bully you, just tell me your name and I promise to chop him to death."

The sharp contrast between before and after caused everyone to laugh out loud, and the meeting hall was filled with cheerful air.