Can a thousand-handed heart be harvested to reap the wood tunnel?

Matou Zouken died.

He died on the second night when the war started, and on the second night when I chose to bring Sakura back, I was dealt with by Matou Kariya who fell into madness and Berserker who was also crazy.

It is impossible to know what kind of determination that cowardly young man broke out at that moment, so that he could resist the elders he had always feared and be charged with the crime of killing relatives.

Fortunately, since the old man died during the Holy Grail War, after being operated by the Tohsaka Family United Church, he pretended to have died in the Holy Grail competition.

That's right, the Tohsaka family.

After the war, the elegant and noble Tohsaka Patriarch who came to the door had a very inelegant fight with Kariya Matou.

Avoided Sakura's attack.

No one knows the winner or loser of this street fight, but it can be seen from Patriarch Tohsaka's black eyes, the cuffs with several broken lines, Matou Kariya's limping appearance, and the discarded hoodie that street fights have never been winner :)

"Good boy, don't look at it." I resisted the bristling of my hairs, avoided the scorching gaze of a certain priest, and lowered my head earnestly to the girl whose ears were covered by me and who closed her eyes obediently. "Not allowed to study either."

"Yeah." The girl nodded.

After this exchange between men, the head of the Tohsaka family stopped talking about "adopted Sakura", and under his operation, the Matou family, which had already cut off the inheritance of magic, became the only adult who was inherited by Sakura, who was only six years old. Ren Jian Tong Kariya assists as the guardian agent.

Sakura's body that was devoured by the imprinted silkworm earlier was also treated by professional people.

It was Patriarch Tohsaka, who was the main coordinator, after sending away Matou Kariya, who was like a thief, covered his face in a long silence, and finally bowed to me wordlessly.

After all, he is still a bit like a father.

On the other hand, due to special circumstances, King Arthur Artoria, who was summoned during the Battle of Camlan and was actually still alive, did not return to the Holy Grail for some reason.

The master and slave who stayed behind fell into a very strange relationship.

After losing the reconciling hostess Irisviel, the master-slave, who originally hated each other, fell into a communication barrier without any surprise.

But at any rate, they finally experienced the unification of opinions that destroyed the Black Holy Grail. To some extent, the two people who were very similar had the same stubborn temper, but they also maintained a state of ignoring each other for a few days.

Until I couldn't bear it anymore and I knocked on the door.

Because I can't leave unless Arturia leaves, damn it!

What are you talking about, I will clean up the mess I made, or just stay here, there is such a rascal world!

Even the doctor can go back to Jia, why did you only detain me?

"Miss Saber, do you want to consider snatching Mrs. Irisviel's daughter?" I casually covered the muzzle of the gun pointed at me, without changing expression.

Just kidding, there are no bullets in it, who are you scaring here.

Emiya Kiritsugu, whom I looked down upon, stared at me with a pair of lifeless eyes.

"..." I was caught off guard, and then I put my hips on my hips, and retorted confidently, "What are you looking at, isn't this what you've been planning lately?"

"Snatch?" Miss Wang, the ruthless knight, added a bowl of rice to me and herself very skillfully, and the hair on her head twitched.

"That's right, that's right," I sat down on a stool with quick eyesight and quick hands as I sat down with confidence, "You should also know that Mrs. Irisviel is the Little Holy Grail, right? As her daughter..."

Arturia raised her head from the bowl, and her gaze on me became more and more fierce.

I thought of the ending of the Little Holy Grail on the original timeline, and lowered my eyes.

"...Mr. Emiya should have discovered that Einzbern Castle is no longer open to you."

I collected my emotions and looked up at the father.

A contest to find winter buds of walnuts in the winter woods, with a promise to return in two weeks.

A child who was waiting for his parents to return in Snow City alone.

"..."

"I understand." The King of Knights with a serious expression shook his head, shaking off all the small flowers that came out of the meal, picked up the bowl and slammed it down, swallowed the rest of the meal in one gulp, and stood up simply .

"Then let's go, Kiritsugu."

The wind blasted from under his feet, and the resolute king put on his armor, and his eyes lit up with fighting lights.

"The meaning of my stay until now is this."

……

One day, in countless parallel spaces, a nihilistic existence returned.

He blinked in confusion and ran through his hair, as if knowing that his return was the result of someone's hard work.

However, the only peer who has experienced all that has not shed any memory stingily, like a dragon guarding a treasure, sharing this rare memory to himself.

Unless they can meet one day, they will not know the appearance and name of their "benefactor".

Just know it's a beautiful flower?

"Wow, cheapskate, what an abstract description." They grumbled, each fumbling in the narrow corridors in their own world, "but how long have I been away? Isn't humanity already saved? Is it already? How does Chaldea feel poorer?"

The reduced staff dormitory, the obviously damaged and rebuilt equipment, everything means that this is not a peaceful time,

"Let's ask Da Vinci later. Before that," he rubbed his hungry stomach, "let's find something to eat first. I seem to smell the smell of strawberry cake..."

……

"Boss—" the boy stopped the fat blond man with a stride, and shouted, "You stole the cake I hid in the refrigerator again!"

"Absolutely impossible!" The 29-year-old but mature-looking man wiped the sweat from his forehead and argued, "After eating the poisonous cake, I have a psychological shadow on it, and I won't—er, in a short time I won't touch it again."

"Then who else would it be?" The boy and the director choked on each other, followed by the worried girl who came to persuade the fight, and the three of them walked to the place where the incident happened, "If you don't believe me, look——"

"Huh...?" The pink-haired man who secretly sat on the stool and ate the cake turned his head in surprise, with a fork in his mouth: "Moses, Moses?"

The blond fat man immediately pointed at him, as if he had caught something: "Look, I'll just say it's not me!"

He didn't get a response from the two juniors.

At this time, the new director took a closer look at the person who broke into the rebuilt Chaldea in the wandering sea, but did not call the police: "No—you look familiar, let me think, who is it..."

Before he could catch the flash of inspiration, the teenagers beside him and behind had already thrown the things in their hands and rushed forward, crying loudly.

"Wow--!"

"doctor--!"

"Eh? Eh—wait a minute! Eggs, cake, my cake—!"

……

After eating at Matou's house for several days, I finally let go of this world.

At the same time, I also received the winter buds of walnut sent across the ocean.

Letter to: From Kiritsugu and Illya and Al

The stranded King of Knights has returned to her era.

I should go too.

I subconsciously stroked the command spell that no longer existed on the back of my hand, and felt a little disappointed for a while.

Senior Arash returned to the Seat of Heroes, the doctor also returned to his Chaldea, Sakura was able to grow up healthily, Illya waited for her family, Fuyuki was not destroyed by a fire, and the man named "Shirou" The child may be playing carefree in some corner at the moment.

Although it is a bit regrettable, it should be considered a Happy Ending, right?

When I go back, find a translation software to read the letter left by the doctor, and then frame it and hang it in the room. Together with this walnut winter bud, it can be regarded as the harvest of this journey.

As for the constitution that still hasn't been fundamentally resolved... Forget it, there must be a way.

So, now that there is still no sign of waking up, where is the next stop?

Better to be a little more casual, a world where I can take a break.

Before I set off, I solemnly unfolded the writing that was next to me to confirm that it was intact.

"Huh?" I looked and looked at the light suspiciously, "Is there a pattern on the back? Did you have this before?"

I subconsciously reached out and touched this small magic circle that I couldn't understand.

The moment my hand pressed it, the magic circle broke away from the paper and floated in mid-air.

Golden bands of light emerged from the magic circle, intertwined and gathered, and finally, solidified into——

A golden apple.

"The doctor left it for me?"

I stretched out my hand blankly and caught this beautiful apple.

I connected this with what he said before writing this note: Hold on, and leave the rest to me.

The same sentence, he said in the Temple of Time, along with this sentence, there are twenty golden apples to replenish physical strength.

"So it's... the golden apple that replenishes stamina?"

I can't laugh or cry.

"So beating around the bush, are you afraid of being beaten by me?"

but--

"A little hungry."

I silently stared at this delicious food for a while. The last time I had this reaction was when I was facing a massive pool of magic power.

My stomach tells me this is a good thing.

Since it looks like an apple, it should be edible, right?

I shook the letter paper, and found a few Chinese characters appearing on the back of the lost magic circle: Don't worry, you can eat it.

"Yeah!" I happily picked up the return gift that I wanted, "Thank you doctor, if you need it next time, you can try to call me—"

So this is an apple that replenishes stamina/magic power. Like in the game, there may be many such things in Chaldea.

"--Not."

In the closed flower paradise, the contented half-nightmare stretches out his hand into the void.

Somewhere in countless parallel spaces, the pink-haired man, who was sweating profusely and being chased and beaten by young girls, leaned down neatly, dodging the iron fists of several ambushing staff members who were crying loudly, and panicked like inadvertently. Sweeping across a certain place in the void, he raised his index finger and made a silent movement.

Hush

"Oh~" Half Nightmare was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help laughing out loud, "Romani, oh Romani..."

It's rare that you are "Romantic" once.

He let go of the petals in his hand, and the orange-red Ling Xiaohua fell down from the tower along the airflow.

"Okay, then this time, kind brother Merlin will keep silent."

On the other side of the world, on the Hall of Valor, the large cup of Uruk, which had retired after being successful, was casually picked up by one hand. The liquid exuding a mellow aroma of wine in the cup vibrated slightly, and the heroic spirit sitting on the throne tapped the wall of the cup, Difficultly opened his eyes.

"Golden apple..."

It is a famous treasure derived from Greek mythology. It is knotted on the west coast, on the big tree created by Gaia, the goddess of the earth. It was handed over by the supreme god Zeus to the three daughters of the night god and the hundred-headed dragon Radon. Shared caretaker.

Of course, the most famous one related to it is the myth of the three goddesses competing for the golden apple.

And the one in her hand is the golden apple that is infinitely close to that myth.

It carries the blessings of the three goddesses and the meaning of its existence.

——Dedicated to the most beautiful you in the world.