A certain crossover anime's nuclear-powered sword immortal

"is that so……?"

Shirou stared at the girl's face suspiciously, but she wore an expectant smile, as if waiting for food, without any flaws. The ahoge (cowlick) on her head swayed slightly as if to confirm her happy mood.

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Shirou didn't remember this setting, but he didn't care.

With this amazing young woman as my assistant, what more could I ask for?

Even so, when all the dishes were served, Saber's eating speed still surprised Shirou.

Although she seemed to be eating very elegantly, the food disappeared so quickly because her hands moved so fast and she could barely chew, it was hard not to wonder if there was another dimension in the girl's stomach.

For some reason, it reminded me of Kirby...

At this time, Shirou

He couldn't help but feel grateful that Irisviel insisted on giving him 20 million; otherwise, Shirou really wouldn't have had that much funding.

As a Master, it would be too embarrassing if word got out that you can't even feed your own Servant.

Although Shirou can cook, ingredients still cost money.

In short, after indulging in a feast at the shopping street next to the airport, Shirou and Saber, feeling quite satisfied, hailed a taxi and headed to the "Clock Tower".

After a short drive, there is a street called Sla.

Perhaps due to the intermittent nature of modernization, the old and new buildings are unnaturally intertwined, giving people the impression of a redundant and pieced-together district.

The houses here have stood for countless years. The layers of ivy and overgrown weeds are somewhat tolerable, but the reddish-brown brick walls and chimneys are cracked everywhere, and whenever the wind blows, debris falls down with a clatter.

This usually deserted area is actually a neighborhood for magicians.

As you walk through this block, you get closer and closer to the place that countless young magicians yearn for—the "Clock Tower".

The Magic Association originated around the second century, but this street was built around the twelfth century.

The land and funds for the construction of these streets, as well as the operating costs that have been provided until now, were provided by twelve prestigious magic families, magicians known as monarchs.

They can be described as the ones who manage the modern mystery, conceal the mystery of the present, and also the rulers of the declining magical world.

Incidentally, above them is the academy head of the association's founder, but this academy head has been in seclusion inside the "Clock Tower" for many years and rarely appears in public.

People have different impressions of the Magic Association.

From the perspective of freelance magicians who are not affiliated with the Magic Association, this is an authoritative group dedicated to internal power struggles.

For magicians dedicated to research, this is an ideal city of learning where they can achieve both research and fame.

Therefore, even though the "Clock Tower" is not pure and contains a lot of darkness, many older magicians who are engrossed in research use it as a shared facility.

There are twelve departments in the Clock Tower.

Twelve abysses ruled by twelve monarchs.

It begins with the fundamentals that almost all magicians learn at the beginning, including general knowledge of magic as a whole, ley lines, and the origins of magic. Then it covers twelve research areas: individual fundamentals, spirit possession, minerals, animals, lineage, plants, celestial bodies, creation, curses, archaeology, and modern magic theory.

Although these disciplines differ in form and direction, they all share the common goal of pursuing and studying the mysterious.

As Shirou pondered his thoughts, the taxi gradually slowed down. After paying the fare, he got out of the car with Saber.

"Phew... finally here."

Looking at the "Clock Tower" so close to him, Shirou stretched his arms.

"So this is the 'Clock Tower'... This bright and cheerful place seems quite different from what you described, Shirou."

Saber also curiously examined the group of buildings in front of her.

"Ha, bad people don't wear their badness on their faces. Even the most glamorous places have hidden corners where the sun doesn't shine."

As Shirou spoke, he stepped inside.

Saber followed closely behind him.

Shirou initially felt that arriving at the "Clock Tower" would be somewhat troublesome.

While his strength, combined with Saber's, certainly makes them unafraid of the Clock Tower's threat, it's not easy to get them to hand over what they want.

But in any case, now that we're here, there's no point in hesitating.

After crossing the vast plaza, Shirou led Saber into the tower.

Although they were neither students nor teachers of the "Clock Tower," because they were dressed in formal attire and looked completely open and honest, no one sensed anything was wrong.

Upon entering the building, before Shirou even stepped onto the stairs leading to the upper level, a tall woman approached him.

A woman dressed in white aristocratic attire, with long brown hair tied in a ponytail, beautiful and poised, stopped in front of Shirou.

Her gaze was cold and aloof, like that of a detached queen as she scrutinized Shirou.

"You're Orihara Shirou?"

"It's me. What can I do for you?" Shirou nodded in acknowledgment.

Seeing the woman's serious expression, Shirou initially thought she might suddenly start a fight, but things didn't go that way.

From any angle, she exuded an air of nobility, and then handed a sealed file folder to Shirou.

"this is for you."

Shirou reached out and took it with some confusion, then opened the file folder and took a look.

His "purpose" for this trip is quietly contained in this inconspicuous file folder.

"You're just giving it to me like this?"

Shirou looked away from the file folder and into the distance.

By then, the woman had already turned and left, leaving only her slender back visible.

Things went much more smoothly than expected, and it wasn't until he left the "Clock Tower" that Shirou realized the possible reason.

"The Jewel Elder..."

The other party has already helped him twice.

The first time was when I fought Gilgamesh, and the second time is now.

The rulers of the Clock Tower are not the kind of people who would obediently hand over their sealed magic to some nobody.

"This favor is not easy to repay."

On the taxi ride home, Shirou murmured to himself with a hint of helplessness.

……

After finishing the main tasks, it was only 3 p.m. when Shirou and Saber set off for the airport.

However, on the way, Saber suddenly suggested that she wanted to take a look at her grave.

Speaking of which, Shirou also had places he wanted to see, like the Louvre, but considering they were a bit far away, he decided against it.

Moreover, there's no need to go, because he has already met his Mona Lisa.

Shirou complied with Saber's wish, and the two went to Glastonbury together.

Glastonbury is closely associated with many myths and legends.

It has been described as the final resting place of King Arthur, which is the same place as Avalon.

King Arthur's tomb is located at Glastonbury Abbey, a relatively remote town that experiences more rain than London.

The monastery is quite small; you can see everything in about an hour.

There is actually no evidence to suggest whether this is King Arthur's tomb.

A gentle breeze rustled through the green grass, and the sky was a clear, deep blue, as if it had been washed clean, with white clouds drifting slowly in various shapes.

Standing on high ground, you can see a wheat field in the distance, where the wheat ears gleam golden in the sunlight. Gusts of wind swirl up dappled light, weaving through the countryside.

"Didn't you go to Avalon Island? How was it? Do you remember this place?" Shirou asked Saber, looking at the ruins ahead.

"do not know……"

Saber shook her head, somewhat bewildered.

Even Saber herself didn't know if this was the right place, because the scenery had changed drastically over time.

She had thought about where she would go when she was about to leave this world. Without a doubt, it would be Avalon Island. After returning the sword to the Lady of the Lake, it might be a good thing to sleep there forever.

"Is that so..." Shirou tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and felt the tranquility of the plain, with faint gusts of wind echoing in his ears.

There's no need to know if this is that place.

Since it's no longer necessary, perhaps for Saber, coming here was just a temporary state of inner turmoil, a way to find solace in something.

The significance here far outweighs its authenticity.

Those tourists who come here probably have no idea that the girl they just passed by is the legendary King Arthur who ruled Britain.

In fact, even if Saber were to admit her identity, people would just laugh and retort, "King Arthur couldn't possibly be a woman!"

Chapter Sixty-Seven: The King and Her Sword (4K)

After finally finishing their visit, Shirou and Saber walked on a green lawn on the mountain.

Saber looked at the white clouds in the sky, her expression showing a hint of bewilderment.

"Shirou, actually, I've been thinking about something for a while, but the more I think about it, the more scared I become, so I can only force myself to ignore that thought."

"...What is it?"

Shirou asked.

Saber did not answer immediately. Instead, she looked at the land and the people coming and going, and a strong sense of separation arose in her heart.

"I'm thinking... if my wish really comes true, then what will the recorded history be like now?"

The more Saber thought about it, the more uneasy she felt.

Shirou noticed the girl's current mood and decided to lay the groundwork for telling her the truth later.

As if in casual conversation, Shirou looked at the wheat field in the distance and spoke.

“Saber, since you came to this world, have you ever experienced anything like hallucinations... um, something like déjà vu?”

"Deja vu?"