[Comprehensive] BE saves the world

The author has something to say: The summary of the chapter is from "The Flower of Tongzhi" by Kitahara Hakushu, the original text: Jun かへす Chao の Paving Stone さごとふれ

BGM is LanaDelRey "YoungAiful"

Will you still love me, when I'm no longer young kaiful?

I think this sentence is really suitable for II and Frederica.

This story ends here.In the next time, I will slowly fill in the two old pits.At the end of February and early March next year, a new pit "[Comprehensive] HE Saves the World" will be opened.

Thank you for your company all the time, let us meet again in other stories!

Thanks to every genuine reader.Thanks also to everyone who came here.I'm really, really happy that you guys like my work.

Thank you for your kind patience and kindness towards me.

I love you all.

Second World Extra Story·YoungAiful

[When you go back in the morning, listen to the crisp footsteps on the stone road, and the snow falls like the aroma of apples]

01

Perhaps, it has something to do with the snow.

02

In winter in London, the snow always doesn't fall long, and a thin layer of new snow falls on the ground and melts quickly.The temperature dropped annoyingly, and it was so cold that people felt that their bones were about to turn into white and miserable icicles.

The buildings and iron fences on both sides of the road look darker under the snow, and the wet black branches are covered with a thin white layer, which has a different meaning.

El-Melloi II has always hated the winter in London, especially the snowy London.

The road surface will also become slippery, and the clothes will be soaked in the chill of winter snow, layer by layer through the skin and into the bones. Help the little ghosts who are very excited when they see snow and can't calm down.

If you are unlucky, you will meet those old stubborn people who come to the lectures, and you have to listen to their ridicule with a reddened face. Why does a dignified generation of monarchs still catch colds? It's really unreasonable to get sick when the seasons change like a child, anyway, it's still a sacrificial position, no matter how ugly it is, there is a degree...

Sovereign El-Melloi II swallowed a bottle of Yumina's special potion angrily, threw himself back into his bed, grabbed the tissue paper on the bedside table, and continued to blow his nose fiercely.The trash can on the ground was already full of paper balls.He blinked his eyes that were full of tears because of the fever, thinking bitterly, there is no reason why magicians can't get sick!We are human too!Humans will be knocked down by cold viruses, what's wrong with that!

Only fools and monsters don't get sick.

he thought angrily.

As a normal human being, I should not accept your ridicule!

Just when he was having a splitting headache, someone wanted to knock on his door.El-Melloi II pulled the quilt over his head, trying to pretend that he didn't hear anything, but the annoying knocking on the door didn't stop there - although the person who came was very polite, he always knocked for a while and stopped for a while.

But that didn't change the fact that the knock on the door was disturbing!

El-Melloi II tried very hard to ignore the knock on the door as white noise to aid sleep, but unfortunately, he has not yet evolved to the point where he can ignore this regular knock on the door and fall asleep peacefully .

Rather, his nerves, which were particularly sharp due to the cold, aggravated his pain.

"Ah, really... don't you know that what patients need most is a good rest?"

El-Melloi II rolled back and forth on the bed seven times, and found that no matter what position he was in or the quilt and pillow, he could not block the sound coming into his ears, so he had to get up with his heavy body and took a deep breath of the cold room In the cold air, I wrapped myself in a coat that was completely frozen by the cold air, and tremblingly went to open the door.

If you open the door and see the faces of those old monsters or their eagle dogs, no matter what their reasons are, today I will use Gandr to hit their faces hard a few times.

If it's Flat or Sfin, shut the door right away and tell them to go back.

With such thoughts in mind, El-Melloi II forcefully opened the door.

But the one standing at the door is...

"Tohsaka and... Emiya?"

El-Melloi II frowned, and turned his confused eyes to the girl in gray who was following them, the only person who could be sure of the situation.

"What's going on, Gray?"

02

In short, in short, Shiro Emiya was worried when he saw the teacher was in a mess in class, so he brought a souvenir to visit, and Rin Tohsaka wanted to ask for advice (at least She said so herself), the two met Grey on the road, and that's how they learned that the teacher was sick at home (...), and just like that, the three of them came to El-Melloi II Apartment in a London neighbourhood.

"That's it."

El-Melloi II was in a very complicated mood as he drank the warm and delicious honey milk.

Porridge is being cooked on the gas stove in the kitchen, and the aroma of white rice being boiled and melted can be smelled from a long distance away, and the hot air is blowing on the kitchen window, covering the glass with a layer of water mist .With the reason that "the patient's room should be well ventilated", Emiya Shiro forced El-Melloi II out of the stuffy bedroom, wrapped him in a thick blanket, and pressed him to sit. Wait in the living room until I finish tidying up.

Now, while El-Melloi II was trying to restrain his urge to sneeze, he frowned and took the cold medicine stuffed by Rin Tohsaka, with unpleasantness written all over his face.

"It's evil for a magician to rely too much on modern science."

"Then, teacher, you must not drink the wrong potion before you say this." Tohsaka Rin sighed loudly, "Really, you drank the wrong potion for two days in a row, teacher, your cold can It’s so strange. It’s too late to go to Yumina to get you the potion now, let’s make do with it.”

"..."

After all, the lady in front of me ran out to buy this cold medicine in the snow, and El-Melloi II couldn't refute it, so he could only swallow the capsule with a bit of bitterness.

For magicians like them who seldom take western medicine, the ingredients in these medicines were too effective. Not long after taking them, he began to doze off drowsily.

In the increasingly hazy field of vision, he saw the fresh snow flying outside the window, piled up at the corner of the window, melted and then frozen into ice, and new snow gathered on the ice, forming a cold and white corner.

Probably because of seeing such snow, after a long absence, El-Melloi II had a good dream.

03

In the dream, pure white snow fell.

04

Lord El-Melloi II... No, Weber Velvet doesn't hate snow.

Because on a snowy day, he met her.

Like the snow that suddenly fell in front of him, a white girl appeared in front of him silently and quietly.Under the pale and gray sky, like the spirit of ice and snow, a beautiful puppet suddenly descended in front of him in the cold winter when the breath would be frozen into a sheet of ice mist.

Maybe even she herself didn't realize how similar she was to Snow.

Fragile, short-lived, but also beautiful like a miracle... Such an incredible girl.

Later, on snowy days, he carried her on his back.

Those beautiful days in their lives seem to be related to snow.

05

"I'm sorry, am I heavy?"

At that time, she asked him cautiously.

El-Melloi II did not answer.

At that time, she was already very light weight.Even for him, he didn't find it too difficult to memorize.Maybe she didn't realize it herself, that's why she wrapped her slender wrists around him, worrying whether she would crush him.

...Sure enough, he is an idiot.

While thinking this way, he continued to walk towards the mansion with the girl on his back.

The lights at night dyed the clouds and snow a faint orange.Even the white snow falling slowly in the night sky, under the light, looks so crystal clear, like the slowly falling starlight.And the girl's hair was also like pure white snow, falling on his shoulders, and was dyed an almost unreal color by the light.

Long hair like snow, skin like snow, sigh like snow.

It is also... a life that is as fleeting as snow.

That very light, very light breath blew on the back of his neck, and there were also tears that she didn't even notice.

Tears slid down his neck, and just for a moment, they disappeared into the skirt of his clothes like those snow waters.

"...I like Teacher."

she says.

And he can only answer, I know.

Then, he supported her with his hands wet with her blood, and continued to walk forward.

06

The snow only fell in the middle of the night, and not many people were willing to come out for activities in such a cold winter night.On the snow-covered road, there were only the footprints of the two of them.

On the return trip, only his footprints remained.It's a little heavier than when it came, but it doesn't seem to be any different.

The thick soles of the boots stepped on the snow, making a slight sound, like the notes played by Baixue herself.The lights on both sides of the road fell on the snow, reflecting the clear snow light, like stars in the white night, so beautiful that people can't help but slow down their breathing.

The girl leaning on his back spoke a lot about herself.

"Before, my father carried me like this."

Because her cheek was close to his, he could feel her long eyelashes trembling unconsciously when she said this sentence.Weak, sluggish, like a dying butterfly.

"When we were young, our family went out to play. When I was tired from playing, my father would carry me home. Later, even if I was not very tired, I would try to act like a baby and not go by myself. My father always couldn't screw me, so even if I knew that I If you are lying and making a temper tantrum, he will carry me back."

It was a daily life that was quite far away from the magician, with the unique pyrotechnic atmosphere of the world.Weber Velvet just listened quietly to the memories of this kind of strange ordinary people.

"I'm actually... a little bit spoiled by my parents."

When she said this, she smiled a little embarrassedly, and her voice was a little more shy... and nostalgic.

"When I become self-willed, I have to ride my neck and ride a big horse. I don't know where I got so much energy at that time... Every time I go to a bookstore, I have to buy a lot of books. Even if the way back is long and the books are heavy, I must buy them... …Mom and Dad always had a hard time with me. They were the best parents I’ve ever known. . . ”

Yes.

thought Webb Velvet.

Only in a loving home can a child like this be raised.

If her past hadn't been so blissful, if she hadn't grown up in the love of her parents and friends, then she wouldn't have reached that point at all-even if she smashed her soul a thousand times, To retrieve the past world.

"...I miss them so much."

The wayward little girl almost cried when she said that sentence.

"Do not worry."

At that time, the old magician said so.

"You'll see them again, sure."

He believed it so much.

Believe it even more than this crying child.

Although not a magician.

Although as a magician is only second-rate.

He will also fulfill this wish (miracle) for her.

He had made up his mind a long time ago—when he himself had freed her from the labyrinth.

"The teacher can always say... very powerful words as if nothing happened."

She said with a slight wry smile.The words were so light that they seemed to disappear into the snow.

"no way."

He exhaled deeply.

"Who makes disciples such a headache."

Yes.

In order not to make the already self-willed student even more self-willed, the teacher naturally couldn't pamper her even more.

he thinks.

...So, you can't say anything that will make her more arrogant.

Thinking of this, El-Melloi II turned those unspoken words into a soft sigh, which quickly disappeared into the night.

07

Until the end, he also held her hand.

Even if the temperature of the fingertips is already as cold as snow.

Even the person who left is no longer by his side.

Looking up at the bright and beautiful white moon in the blue night sky, he just thought quietly.

Ah, it's over.

It is snowing season.

And the long dream in the snowy night.

The moonlight is so beautiful.

Just right for a farewell.

So he spoke softly to the girl who would no longer hear it.

"Goodbye, Frederica."

Although he also understands that that is an impossible wish.

08

"To actually fall in love with an artificial human, there must be a limit to stupidity."

Someone once said this to Lord El-Melloi II.

At this time, the second generation is always silent.

No objection, no justification.Whatever they say, whatever they want to judge.Whether it is ridicule or sarcasm, that is their freedom.

For El-Melloi II, this is his own Mystery (mystery).

Isn't it common sense for magicians to keep their Mystery (secret) secret?

not to mention……

What a joke.

he thought with a smile.

Whether it is being able to teach such excellent students, or being able to fall in love with such a beautiful girl, as a teacher, as a man, his life is extremely happy!

How unfortunate is he judged just because of shallow cognition and inherent prejudice?

That kind of guy is not qualified to make irresponsible remarks about his life.

They are the real idiots.

In any case, when he looked back on the past, when he thought of her, all he could think of were warm and beautiful times.

Just like the white snow that day.

Like the snow every day.

It is unbelievably beautiful, shining with subtle but magnificent light.Just watching, you will feel that the deepest part of your heart is becoming softer.

- I have achieved happiness.

At least that sentence is definitely not a lie.

09

El-Melloi II was awakened by the movement in the room.

When he woke up, he didn't recover for a short while.

——It seems that I had a nostalgic dream.

he thinks.

The dream in deep sleep quickly blurred after waking up, leaving only a faint impression.

A cold and gentle dream with the breath of snow.

That was all he vaguely remembered.

But even such a vague impression, like the water waves on the lake, gradually faded from his mind.

"Could it be Flat and the others coming..."

He complained unconsciously, pulled away the quilt that he didn't know when he was wrapped around his body and sat up, the 1.8-meter-six big man pressed down on the hard bed of the apartment and made a slight sound.

I don't know whether it was Emiya Shirou's care or Tohsaka Rin's medicine that had an effect. El-Melloi II felt that his body was much lighter, and the heat had gone down.He looked up at the dim sky outside the window, only to realize that he had slept through the whole afternoon.

He lifted the quilt, tucked his feet into the slippers, and sighed long in the magic-enhanced warm room.

"Really..." He scratched his hair and stood up helplessly, "Before Flatt and the others demolish the apartment..."

As soon as the bedroom door was opened, El-Melloi II received a familiar soul shock.

"Mr. Star, Big Ben, London! It's great to see you recover!"

"...Give me, get down!"

El-Melloi II patiently pushed Flatt down, and was very speechless when he saw Sfin who was squatting at the door beside him and jumped up.

"Teacher, are you okay? I specially brought the potion from the family, which is very effective in curing diseases and curses! Although it smells bad, the effect is very good! Teacher, do you want to try it!"

"That's unnecessary."

El-Melloi II forced himself not to turn blue at the horrible smell.

"My brother is still not good at dealing with winter as always."

Reinis laughed like a little devil, with a malicious light flashing in her eyes.

"I can specially lend you Trimmau, since you are my elder brother, so you can borrow it for as long as you want?"

"Anyway, it must be usury again, please allow me to refuse."

El-Melloi II sighed again, and began to feel his head hurting again—this time it was not because of a cold.

"By the way, can I have hot pot tonight?"

Emiya Shiro poked his head out from the kitchen, and said without any sense of crisis (or rather, he didn't feel the sinister atmosphere at all).

The proposal to eat hot pot on a snowy day was unanimously approved by everyone, and the small apartment suddenly became lively.In addition, Luvia who came to the door with good wine later, and Coles who followed Yvette cautiously... This room was so lively that El-Melloi II felt tired.

However, this is not bad.

With a slight smile, the elder magician thought so.

10

One day, I received an anonymous letter from nowhere.

A pure white envelope, without any identity-marking wax or sealing wax, and without any self-identifying signature.

On the white paper, there is only such a short sentence.

— she succeeded.

Who and when did the message come from?

King El-Melloi II did not know.

But, he thought.

That girl finally ushered in her spring day.

So he smiled too.

【Extra Nine · End】