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"If we just sit around and eat our savings, will we have enough money to live on?"

“I just transferred some money to them, that should be enough.”

"Huh...!? Why did you send them money?"

Using their daughter's hard-earned money to travel around, these parents are really something else!

"I have no use for it anyway."

"But surely we don't have to hand over everything?"

"Not all of it; I kept 10% for myself."

Doma was speechless. He hadn't even asked her about these things before. He had failed as a friend.

The restaurant was bustling with people, and I didn't know what she was really thinking. It wasn't appropriate to talk about it now; let's discuss it when we got home tonight.

Chapter 351 I Won't Explain

Around 9 p.m., Mashiro sat in her room, holding a paintbrush, unable to put pen to paper.

It's early August now, and the pre-ordered comic will be completed by the end of this month.

Now, only the finishing touches remain to conclude the project.

To be specific, the final chapter has ended, with only the last page remaining.

However, even though the content had been agreed upon in advance and the written description was right next to me, I still couldn't put pen to paper.

As for the reason, she actually knew very well: the person she could discuss things with wasn't here today.

In the past, whenever there was something he didn't understand, he would be the first to notice and offer suggestions.

Just then, there was a knock on the door, and Rita walked in.

"Sorry to bother you. Hehe... I knew you couldn't draw it."

"why?"

Are you asking why you can't draw it? Or are you asking why I know you can't draw it?

"All."

"Because... you two have been together for the past two years, every single day, and he always helps you solve any problems you have. This has created a problem: your independence is worse than it was two years ago when you were in the UK."

Rita sat down on the edge of the bed, looked around, and said with a smile:

"It's supposed to be your private room, but since no one sleeps here, there's not even a blanket. It's practically become a dressing room and art studio at the same time."

"Masamune-kun has a social engagement today. He needs to have dinner with many relevant department heads to discuss issues such as event venue planning and personnel allocation. He won't be back until very late."

"Do you remember? When you were in England, you were always oblivious to your surroundings. When you were painting, you would quickly get into the zone and become completely absorbed in it. Even if someone next to you was talking incessantly, you wouldn't hear them at all."

"And you now, you seem to be no different from back then, but actually you have changed quite a bit."

Mashiro stared blankly at her, the events of the past two years flashing through her mind, and said softly:

“I’ve never thought about these things.”

“You’re such a lucky person,” Rita smiled. “So, what’s troubling you right now? Why don’t you tell me?”

"On the last page, I want to draw a family portrait."

“From a plot perspective, this doesn’t seem appropriate either. Kiritsugu Emiya died under the moonlight, and Shirou Emiya is the only one left in the Emiya family. He can’t possibly appear as a ghost, can he?”

"Sitting alone under the moonlight is too lonely."

"So, you want to give him a companion? But it doesn't fit the storyline."

"Masamune should have a solution."

"...You're not wrong in saying that. No matter how unreasonable the opinion is, I feel that he will seriously consider it and propose an optimization plan. But I don't think it's good to rely on him all the time. He should think for himself occasionally."

"I'm thinking... but I can't figure it out."

"You gave up way too quickly, didn't you?"

Rita sighed helplessly, thought for a moment, and then said:

"First of all, Shirou Emiya in the last episode definitely doesn't know Illya, nor has he ever met Irisviel."

"For him, his only family is Kiritsugu Emiya, and at most Taiga Fujimura."

"At times like this, you either dream about your future family members, which is presented in a slightly fantastical way; or you jump the timeline and jump directly to a few years later, corresponding to the previous film."

"How about this, we both start drawing at the same time and draw down what we're thinking?"

"Okay." Mashiro handed over the drawing board and brushes, then took out a new set of art supplies. "Half an hour."

"I can't draw as fast as you. If it's just a sketch, it should take about half an hour."

"it is good."

Soon, only the sound of pen nibs sliding across paper remained in the room.

Twenty minutes later, Rita stopped and looked up to find Mashiro watching her from the side.

"Huh...? You've already finished drawing?"

"Yes, Rita is very focused when she draws."

"Is that so? I've grown up too."

When the two paintings are placed side by side for comparison, the difference is exceptionally obvious.

Of course, Rita no longer cared about the difference in drawing skills.

Moreover, this is a comic, not an oil painting.

Rita's drawings mainly feature people and strictly adhere to the principles of comic paneling, dividing the artwork into seven small panels, each containing different scenes and characters.

At the Tohsaka residence, Rin Tohsaka is trying to make her mother, who is sitting in a wheelchair, laugh.

At the Einzbern residence, Illya is undergoing training, filled with resentment towards Kiritsugu Emiya.

At the Emiya residence, Shirou Emiya stands before Kiritsugu's grave, recounting his final words. In the next scene, Taiga Fujimura gently embraces his neck from behind, accompanied by her heartfelt words, "I will take care of Shirou."

There is only one painting of Mashiro, depicting young Shirou Emiya and young Taiga Fujimura sitting together in a courtyard, bathed in moonlight, creating a beautiful scene.

It consists of only a scene, without any dialogue, yet its artistic conception is extremely profound, captivating the viewer's mind and spirit.

“It’s not that this drawing is wrong, but as you just said, it gives people a feeling of loneliness.”

Rita hesitated for a few seconds, then smiled and said:

"How about we jump to a few years in the future? That way we'll have more characters available."

"Or, a scene of Kiritsugu Emiya reuniting with all his family members in the afterlife?"

"Speaking of which, the main character of this manga has always been Kiritsugu Emiya, not Shirou Emiya."

Mashiro thought about it carefully for a while, then quickly started drawing on the drawing board. In just two minutes, she had drawn a sketch.

Kiritsugu Emiya stood frozen in place as Maiya Hisau and Irisviel walked toward him.

"It still feels like something's missing."

"Is it a problem with the lack of dialogue? Or should we include those from before?"

"Alright."

Before I knew it, the room was filled with a lot of discarded drafts.

Finally, it was close to 11 p.m. before we got a satisfactory result.

……

"I am back."

"Zong-jun drank a lot of alcohol today, you smell strongly of alcohol. Do you need some hangover soup?"

"No, I'm not drunk. Are Mashiro and the others already asleep?"

"Yes, she's already asleep."

After washing up, Masamune was about to return to his room, but as soon as he reached the door, he heard Mashiro and Rita talking from the dark room.

After hesitating for a moment, I pushed the door open and went in.

The next moment, I was startled by the scene inside the room.

At this moment, the two were sitting on the bed in their underwear, with Rita hugging Mashiro from behind in a slightly awkward position.

"What...are you doing?"

"It's nothing." Rita quickly let go of his hand and sat up straight again.

"Won't you explain?"

"I can't think of a good excuse right now. But if you ask me why I'm in your room, I can easily come up with several reasons."

"...It's so late, aren't you all still awake?"

"Isn't this what I've been waiting for you?"

Aren't you going back to your own room?

"You'll see when you see it. I'm sleeping here tonight too."

"Do you think it fits?"

"Mashiro has agreed."

"Why……?"

“Okay, the three of us can go together.” Mashiro nodded slightly. “Masamune’s stamina is too good; I can’t keep up by myself.”

"Ahhh...!" Rita suddenly exclaimed, her face flushing red.

“I won’t explain,” Masamune said with a smile. “If you want to stay, you’d better be mentally prepared.”

"Um... If it's Masamune-kun, I'm fine with it." Rita's voice trembled slightly.

"I'm so tired today, I don't want to complain anymore, I'm turning off the lights."

"Isn't Masamune going to train today?" Mashiro asked softly.