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The mansion of the Gojo family is a little different from the past—the door is closed tightly, as if rejecting outsiders. It’s hard not to imagine whether the Director’s Department has done something to it, causing the Gojo family to close the door directly to refuse intruders.

If it is a "guest", seeing the state of the host's house, you may have a few headaches.

But fortunately...the one who came back this time was Wujo Satoru's spell, and the barrier of Gojo's family couldn't stop these two people at all. After taking a walk, he teleported directly back to Wujo's house.

The sun is just right.

The two of them returned to the courtyard of Wujo's house in an instant, and almost bumped into the face of the head of Wujo's family who walked out.

Patriarch Wutiao: "...Stinky boy, are you trying to murder your father and me!" He said angrily, but quickly retracted his legs, stepped into the room, closed the sliding door, and opened his mouth openly. When he came out, he saw his son showing a disgusted expression.

Five patriarchs: ...

"What's your expression like?"

Gojo Satoru: "...I just think you have special hobbies, old man."

Having said this, Patriarch Wutiao's heart trembled.But in the end, he is an old fried dough stick who has lived for decades, and his heart is very strong, so that he will not feel uneasy because his son has glimpsed his little hobby.

Moreover!

What's wrong with collecting peripherals for my son and watching him every day!

With the mentality of letting him see through anyway, Patriarch Wutiao let out a sigh of relief: "Boy, A Sen... come in."

He turned around, the door was pulled open, and the surrounding areas that hadn't been tidied up were exposed to the youth of the two people.

Saito Mori had seen it a long time ago, but he wasn't too shocked.Gojo Satoru came in and saw a large area of ​​custom-made surroundings, and felt that this shot was not bad, and he could show his handsomeness, so he frowned when he saw that [My Son Wu Wuzi].

"Old man, Wu Wuzi, what is this thing?"

Patriarch Wutiao glanced at him calmly: "The pet name my father gave you—" He poured himself a cup of tea, then raised his chin, motioning for the two to take the futon next to him.

After Saitomori Gojo Gojo sat down, Patriarch Gojo coughed lightly, and his gentle face became serious.

"Arsen."

"What happened to the leader of the port mafia? Didn't you go to Einzbern for medical treatment?"

——Ah, I really wanted to ask this.

Saitomori thought, but said softly: "I did go to Einzbern's house for treatment."

"So that's how it is. The fact that you are Mori Ogai, or even the leader of the port mafia, is probably just a rumor." Patriarch Gojo's face wrinkled when he mentioned this... Such a big scapegoat suddenly fell on the junior , the elders of the director department, you are really harmful!

"Do not."

"That's not a rumor—I'm indeed Mori Ogai."

Patriarch Wutiao's eyes became sharper: "...Asen, don't admit what you shouldn't admit!"

"You have to know that Mori Ogai is an old man who is almost 40 years old, and you are in your prime!"

"There's no need to get involved!"

"Of course...as an elder, I won't stop you too much from what you want to do. You are from the Wujo family, and as your relative, I will protect you."

——Then why didn't you see you in [Saito Mori] sick, staying in the backyard like a waste to see [me]?

It's just because "Saito Mori" has interest value now, so he wants to use in-laws or even blood relationship to imprison him.

Of course, this is not a bad thing.

but……

"The head of the family is so sure?" Saito Mori smiled slightly: "I am a little curious, why are you so sure that I am [Saito Mori], or even a member of the Gojo family?"

Hearing this strange and alienated tone, Patriarch Wutiao looked at the man in front of him squarely.

Obviously, after becoming a super conjurer, the man has increased his self-confidence and strength.

Even in the face of him, the uncle of the Patriarch, his aura never dropped.

"...What are you talking about? You are my sister's child, and you have the blood of the Wutiao family..." The head of the Wutiao family paused, staring at Saito Mori's lips, and said in a daze: "A Sen ,what did you just say?"

"Nothing." Just a little bit of certainty.

Saito Mori looked unwilling to say more, and Patriarch Gojo didn't continue to ask.

The question that should be asked was also answered, and the Patriarch Wutiao no longer kept the other party.

But when Saito Mori left the room, Patriarch Gojo couldn't help but stand up and said, "A Sen—about your super magician..."

"Ah, this." Saito Mori tilted his head slightly: "Let's lose this useless title."

After finishing speaking, he left Wutiao Patriarch's sight.

The Patriarch Wujo was left standing alone on the tatami, falling silent.

Outside.

The sun is shining brightly.

Gojo Satoru went out and stood next to Saito Mori, with deep eyes: "A Sen...don't be too sad."

"It's not sad, it's just a little certainty."

- Yes, sure.

As early as the moment the fake appeared, Wu Jun had doubts about his identity and his soul.But even so, he tolerated him and admitted him... only not like Patriarch Gojo, when he heard him say "soul belongs to Mori Ogai", his ears were blocked as if he couldn't hear him.

This shows... the will of the world, no, the Holy Grail is still affecting him.

Saitomori stretched out his hand, his crimson eyes stared at the pattern woven like blood.

Soon the Four Holy Grail Wars.

And he will soon get back everything that belongs to him.

Of course, the time for the Holy Grail War has not yet come... and during this period, Saito Mori felt that staying in Tokyo and hiding in Einzbern Castle would not be a problem.

Another day.

Saito Mori looked at Illya with her backpack and came closer, with a helpless expression on her face: "Are you sure? Illya-chan."

He asked gently, and Illya nodded frantically: "I've decided!! Where is Asen going—where is Illya-chan!"

"As for them..."

Before Ilya finished speaking, the android maid stepped forward directly: "Please rest assured, Mrs. Mori, Miss Ilya."

"We will be stationed here, waiting for Mrs. Irisviel and Master Kiritsugu to arrive."

You are right... But... Is there one missing maid?

Suddenly, the familiar sound of propellers hovered overhead.

Saitomori raised his head, and saw the helicopter descending slowly, and the person flying the plane was the artificial maid he had just noticed missing.

"Get on the plane, please—both of you."

Ilya picked up the small backpack and walked up directly.

Looking at the helicopter, Saito Mori only felt that Emiya Kiritsugu was sending him to the airport in a dream.It's just that this time it wasn't Emiya Kiritsugu who sent him off, and even the target location changed from Tokyo to Yokohama.

Seeing to leave, Saito Mori watched the barrage kept brushing past, thought for a while, and walked to Gojo Satoru.

"Wu Jun."

"Be careful of that elder in the director's department wearing a hat." Saito Mori stretched out his hand and pressed Gojo Goto's upturned hair, and saw Gojo Gojo's beautiful eyes flicker with disappointment.

"Is this the only thing Asen wants to tell me?"

"Well... how should I put it, the lurking enemies are also terrifying!"

Gojo Satoru couldn't hide his disappointment: "Asen, remember to call me."

"Okay."

After the brief exchange, Saito Mori turned his head and saw Ilya lying at the window obediently waiting for him.

With that cute look, the cute Saito Mori just covered his heart.

He came to the helicopter without stopping, but when he was about to get in, he turned his head and put his hand away from the hair beside his ear.

"Wu Jun."

"The reason I went back was to reorganize the organization I had dedicated myself to."

"What about you, have you found your goal?" Saito Mori quickly got into the plane, leaving only a soft sentence: "The next official meeting, tell me the answer."

The voice fell, and the helicopter took off.

The field of vision also becomes higher, as if approaching the blue sky.

"Asen, it's so tall—the castle has become smaller!"

The well-behaved Ilya wanted to stick her face to the window after seeing the helicopter go up.

Then... was held down by Saito Mori.

"Illya-chan, be obedient! This is very dangerous."

Ilya looked excited: "I know——!"

"It's just... won't that big brother be sad? It feels like he's been standing there for a long time!"

Saito Mori also looked through the window at the dwarfed figure.

"Will not."

After all, they will be in touch soon.

Saito Mori no longer thought about Gojo Satoru, but stared ahead.

"Then Illya-chan..."

"The next goal is: Yokohama!"

.........

Yokohama.

above the port mafia building.

In front of the helicopter parking scale.

The cadres headed by Koyo Ozaki and Chuya Nakahara stood in front.

Immediately after was Fuheisher Xia Youjie Akutagawa Ryunosuke... and even the people of Black Lizard.

The wind on the roof gradually increased, and even because it was close to the sea, even the air we breathed was humid.

However, these people remained motionless, and even the men in black suits stationed behind were serious, waiting for instructions.

Suddenly, the sound of the propeller gradually appeared in the sky, and gradually became louder.

When a helicopter appeared in the field of vision, the eyes of all the people present passed by.

--coming!

finally come!

Their leader is back!

The author says:

I wanted to continue writing, but I was urged to sleep orz

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