[Kingshi]miracle

Shirou woke up precisely when a white glow appeared in the sky.

He raised his arm and rested it on his forehead. Although his schedule hadn't changed, Shirou felt more and more tired.

He closed his eyes for a while, and when the bluntness in his head was no longer so obvious, he still forced himself to struggle to get up. The moment he stood up, he suddenly felt dizzy, shaking his body and had to support the wall Hold on tight.

"Sure enough, it still doesn't work." Pressing his temple, Shirou sighed helplessly.

After all, this body is much more fragile than it was originally. The burden caused by the magic practice after twelve o'clock cannot rely on the current sleep time to recover, and the accumulated fatigue is gradually crushing the body.

I thought I would get used to it sooner or later, but in the current situation, it seems that I will collapse before then.

Although I was a little unwilling, I still had to make adjustments and slow down for the time being.

Still too impatient, it is obviously impossible to become fat in one bite.

Squatting down, he flattened and folded the quilt and piled it in a corner. Shirou squeezed his neck and walked outside.

Sitting in the center of the dojo, Shirou did not wipe off the sweat that was rolling down his cheeks, but poured it out slowly, as if to expel all the stale air in his chest.

He raised his hands above his head and stretched his waist. After finishing his morning exercise, Shirou was thinking about what he should do for breakfast and stood up on the floor. His tingling calf was a bit stiff, and he had to pinch it a few times before jumping up and down. moved toward the door.

Scooping up some soup and pouring it into a small dish, Shirou tasted the taste for a while, then nodded with satisfaction.

Fished out the soaked apples from the sink, because of the need for decoration, Shirou cut them into bunny shapes and placed them in a circle along the plate.

"Morning...going...okay..." Rin, who was still wearing pajamas weakly, floated over like a ghost.

"Good morning." Shirou turned around and took out the freshly warmed milk from the microwave, and gave it to Rin who was leaning over the counter and waiting.

After standing upright and pouring all the liquid in the mug in one breath, Rin, who was still frothed on his mouth, waved his hand twice to Shirou as a signal, and left with a yawn.

Turning down the fire to the minimum and covering the pot, Shirou picked up the apron and wiped his hands, then walked across the corridor to the bathroom.

With a light cough, Shirou, whose face was a little flushed, bit the bullet, grabbed the bra that Rin had left on the wooden shelf with two fingers, and quickly threw it into the basket. After that, pour everything in the basket into the washing machine, and press the settings to complete the process.

Turning back to the kitchen again, I saw Archer cutting celery expressionlessly.

Seeing Shirou come back, he just took a step to the side, but he still showed a contemptuous smile after sweeping the Apple Rabbit.

Even though he knew that the other party was deliberately showing it to him, Shirou still didn't jump easily.

After all, this is not his taste, who will pay for Gilgamesh.

Perhaps it was Shirou's indifferent attitude that made Archer very dissatisfied. After the two of them stayed peacefully for a while, the man said unhurriedly:

"The tofu has no taste, and the heat has not been mastered."

"Are you here to help or to steal food?"

Shirou paused in the process of peeling beans, and gave him an unceremonious look.

"It's just a taste, this kind of craftsmanship is not enough to boast about, Emiya Shiro." Mix the chopped celery into the seasoned minced meat, pick up the basin and use long chopsticks to stir evenly, Archer hit Shirou naturally.

"This is going to be put in the soup, and I never want your compliment." Lifting the lid of the stew pot and putting it aside, Shirou stirred it clockwise with a long spoon, and then picked up the bowl where the tofu was placed Carefully pour the tofu into it, then cover the pot again.

Realizing that the other party was acknowledging his own existence in disguise, Archer felt awkward and didn't know what to say for a while.

"Speaking of gold and glitter?" Archer casually mentioned, just to cover up his embarrassment, without feeling Gilgamesh's aura.

"I don't know, I didn't come back last night." Shirou replied in a rather bad tone, even though he knew it had nothing to do with Archer, once he got in touch with that guy, he couldn't control it.

"Are you angry?" Archer stopped what he was doing, and turned to stare at Shirou with interest.

"No." Shirou still denied it, clearly in a state of anger.

"'Am I not attracted to that guy...' You shouldn't be thinking about this." Archer imitated Shirou's voice by pinching his nose, and performed it vividly.

"..." Shirou shrinks his neck guiltily, missing the best time to reply.

"It seems that you have indeed become a woman physically and mentally." Hearing Rin's words before, Archer still didn't believe it, but it is basically impossible to explain Shirou's transformation from the perspective of potions.

Logically speaking, such a pure change can be said to be close to the effect of magic.

It would work if explained by the superposition theory of parallel worlds. After all, Emiya Shirou in this world is male, no matter how the flow of time is changed, it is impossible to change his gender.

After all, there is still a small part that magicians can detect. Maybe at some point there will be a world where Emiya Shirou is a woman.

Then, copying the composition of that Emiya Shirou to this Emiya Shirou, the changes achieved cannot be just the appearance.

Although the way of thinking of women and men is different, there are also some commonalities.

Even if you don't notice any changes for the time being, sooner or later your inner self will be subtly corrected.

"I thought you would be happy." Shirou, who had been told by Rin earlier, was able to accept this calmly, but Archer's reaction was still a bit unexpected.

"What are you happy about?" Archer frowned, looking at Shirou strangely.

"It's impossible for me to be you. It's impossible for a girl to become a man." Shirou explained solemnly.

"...It's so cold, Emiya Shirou." Archer pretended to shiver twice.

After breakfast, Shirou was about to put away the tableware when Rin grabbed his sleeve.

"Shirou sit down, let Archer clean up." The man called Archer unceremoniously, and the man sighed helplessly.

"What's the matter?" Obediently sat back in his seat according to Rin's richness, Shirou handed the bowl and chopsticks to Archer.

"Although this is the case now, let's say the Holy Grail War is still going on, how long will it last if we don't do anything like this?" Putting on a serious expression, Rin placed his overlapping palms on the table and rested his chin.

Shirou didn't reply right away, in fact, this was beyond what he knew.

"You know, most of the Servant's magic power is provided by the Holy Grail system, but the Great Holy Grail cannot generate magic power by itself. Although it is opened every time when enough magic power is stored, if this continues, there will always be a magic power of the Holy Grail. It will be exhausted. At that time, what are you going to do with the magic power that needs to be filled by the Holy Grail?" The Servant will disappear, this is a matter of course, even if the Holy Grail War is completed, the result will be the same.

So Rin originally advocated using the Servant as a tool, so that it would not be too depressed when parting.

The results of it?

Under the leadership of Shirou, she has long been unable to treat Archer simply as a dead thing.

But even so, the parting was nothing more than adding a little sadness, not to the extent of Shirou.

You must know that this guy is a magical existence who is in love with a Servant!

Although it's interesting to watch them make such a fuss, we have to face reality.

There has never been a "goodbye". When Gilgamesh's figure does disappear from Shirou's face, it means farewell.

"I'm not going to do anything." Shirou said softly, subconsciously turning the ring on his finger.

It's not that he hasn't thought about this question, and there is only one answer he can get.

Shirou knows how much he has, no matter how hard he tries, he can't pay enough mana.

"What, your negative attitude." I was worried that Shirou would think about something, but after hearing such an answer, she became dissatisfied, and Rin patted the table twice.

"It's not something that can be solved by working hard..." Even if he is chasing such an ethereal goal as the "Messenger of Justice", Shirou still can clearly distinguish that not everything can be solved by going forward bravely.

The only way to keep Gilgamesh in reality is to let him attack humans.

This is absolutely not allowed.

Anyway, he has already asked Archer in secret. After the Servant returns, it will only become a record that can be read by the main body. Gilgamesh, who is really in the seat of Heroes, will not know the existence of Emiya Shirou, the Gilgamesh he loves It's just a short-lived phantom.

That's it.

He is the only one who will keep everything in memory.

That's it.

Nothing lasts forever, their time has been crossed from the beginning.

That's it.

Time wears everything away, and sooner or later, he will not even remember Gilgamesh's appearance.

That's... not good at all.

No matter how you convince yourself, you will still instinctively resist this idea.

But there is no way to do it, I can only grit my teeth and choose to accept it.

"...If you really think so, I don't have to worry about it." Rin shrugged. He was worried that Shirou, who became a woman, would be entangled in this, although this kind of strength is really annoying.

"Thank you, Rin." Shirou thanked Rin with a smile, when he heard light footsteps on the side corridor.

Shirou leaned out and saw Gilgamesh who was sitting cross-legged against the wall in the side corridor, who seemed to be in a daze. He didn't ask him why he didn't come back at night for the first time, Shirou just went to him and sat down.

Gilgamesh tilted his body, fell on Shirou's lap, adjusted his posture, and turned over on his back.

Slightly changed the sitting posture to make it more comfortable for people to lean on. Shirou no longer has other movements.

"Did you hear that?" Shirou lightly grabbed a strand of blond hair and began to play with it.

"En." It was rare that Gilgamesh didn't take the opportunity to praise his greatness and condemn Shirou's distrust of his ability, and then asked for severe compensation measures. Instead, he remained silent.

After all, Gilgamesh, who has always been self-respecting, knows that there are some laws that even he can't shake.

The reason why I don't care is just that it is unnecessary. If I transfer all my interests to the collection of treasures, what should I worry about if I can put them in the royal wealth and keep them properly?

Gilgamesh raised his hand, brushed aside Shirou's long hair, and put his palm on his cheek.

"Strange, why haven't you felt like throwing up yet?"

I thought that Shirou suddenly felt weak when he could hear some warm words from the other party. Really, how could there be expectations after so long.

"I've said it all..." Shirou, who was about to refute, suddenly fell silent.

What I am afraid of is not the departure of the other party, but the forgotten self.

Shirou sometimes found that Archer was lost in taking things for granted, such as sorting garbage and the function of traffic lights.

When new memories keep covering old memories, even the most important things you think will be gradually washed away, even if you can barely remember them, the corresponding mood has long been lost in the past.

"It seems that you still need to work harder." Shirou chuckled.

Probably he was too greedy, always wanting to leave something behind.

"I think so too." Gilgamesh agreed solemnly.