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The moment the lights went out in the atrium on the first floor of Qianda Plaza.

In the final episode of Fate/Zero, from Kirei Kotomine's resurrection to Kiritsugu Emiya closing his eyes under the moon, not a single viewer left midway.

As the last note of the end credits song faded, white subtitles slowly rose.

The entire room fell silent for three seconds.

"Emiya Kiritsugu—!!!"

"Saber!! I'm crying my eyes out, I'm going to send Gen Urobuchi a knife!!!"

"Aaaaaaah, when Shirou said, 'Leave Dad's dream to me,' I just burst into tears!!!"

"Part Two! Part Two! Part Two!"

Applause, screams, cries...

The host, microphone in hand, walked onto the stage: "Ladies and gentlemen, dear fans, I know you are all very excited, and I am very excited too. Now, let's give a warm round of applause to our beloved director of *Fate/Zero*, Director Hikaru!"

The spotlight suddenly shone on the guest seats.

All eyes turned to the seat with Ah-Guang's nameplate on it.

The seats are empty!!!

Next to Yang Qian's name tag, the palm-sized soft vinyl figure of a hunter knight sword still stands quietly on the table.

The black work jacket draped over the back of the chair was still there.

It glowed with a faint blue luminescence under the spotlight. But the person sitting in the chair was gone.

"Director Yang?"

The host paused for a moment, then subconsciously looked at Su Xiaoran on the side of the stage.

Su Xiaoran stood at the edge of the stage, her expression calm; she had long expected this to happen.

She tilted her head slightly, confirmed something with the backstage security through her earpiece, and then made a gesture to the host.

Continue, no need to wait.

"Uh, Professor A-Guang may have something urgent to attend to and has temporarily left the guest seats."

The host reacted quickly, his smile returning to his face, "But this won't affect our next interactive segment! Let's first invite the two main voice actors to the stage to share their recording experiences."

The fans in the audience looked at each other in bewilderment, and whispers spread within seconds.

"Where's Ah-Guang? I clearly saw him in his seat when the last episode was airing—"

"Yeah, I even glanced at him during the end credits, and he was still there then. How come he disappeared as soon as the lights came on??"

"Could it be that they're afraid we'll beat them up? After all, this ending was too cruel; I'm still not over it—"

"Surely not... Hikaru... We won't hit you. If anyone's going to hit someone, it'll be Gen Urobuchi!"

"Wait, did he run away first?"

"Run away? Hikaru, come back! Explain to us what happened to Kiritsugu!! We want to hear it from your own mouth!!!"

Meanwhile, the mall's employee access area.

Yang Qian pushed open the fire door; the passageway was quiet.

He stood in the stairwell and let out a long breath. He took out his phone from his pocket, and there were already more than a dozen unread messages on the screen.

The latest post was from Su Xiaoran: "Gone?"

He replied with a single word:

"Um."

Su Xiaoran replied instantly: "I guessed it..."

Yang Qian leaned against the wall of the fire escape, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Yes, he admitted that he had considered leaving halfway through the movie.

He originally planned to save the "Last Command Seals" segment for the interactive segment.

He did prepare a very serious answer to the question about the plot, and even mentally rehearsed it several times.

When Saber swung his final sword, he heard the gasps of the entire arena.

Even as Kiritsugu closed his eyes, he could hear the girl in the front row sobbing uncontrollably.

He was very satisfied.

As a creator, nothing is more satisfying than seeing your story make the audience cry and scream!

This isn't cruelty; it's the creator's sense of accomplishment!

They received every meticulously crafted frame, every line of dialogue, and every foreshadowing.

But here's the problem...

The moment the white subtitles appeared, Yang Qian suddenly realized something.

He was so content.

He's so satisfied that if the host hands him the microphone, he might accidentally let something slip.

This is not a joke.

He has too many things on his mind right now: the initial framework for the FGO sequel project, and the preparation progress for UBW to start filming next month.

There's even a "Fate/kaleid liner Prisma Illya"...

Each of these items is enough to double the atmosphere at the event.

The problem is, he doesn't want to say it now.

It's not that I can't disclose it.

Yang Qian has always had her own understanding of the issue of "spoilers".

Revealing it too early will ruin the surprise.

Excessive promises can put unnecessary pressure on the team before the project is actually implemented.

The creation of a good work does not require grand pronouncements under the spotlight, but rather countless sleepless nights spent revising storyboards behind the scenes.

Now, he is just a director who has just finished watching the ending of his own work.

Feeling a subtle emotion called pleasure.

"I'm gone."

Yang Qian propped herself up against the wall and walked down the stairs of the fire escape.

Halfway there, he picked up his phone again and sent a second message to Su Xiaoran.

"Please apologize to them for me. Tell them that Director Yang has an urgent matter and has to leave early. Thank you to every fan who came today. Also, give each fan who came today a Saber figure."

Su Xiaoran replied with a hint of a smile: "The urgent matter you mentioned, is it escaping?"

Yang Qian typed: "It's a strategic shift."

Su Xiaoran sent an ellipsis, then added, "Okay, strategic relocation. Be careful, there's a black minivan waiting for you at the back door, license plate ends in 7777."

"In addition, Mr. Godfrey sent another email, this time asking how Saber's ahoge (cowlick) was fixed to her hair during battle, saying that his daughter was very curious."

Yang Qian glanced at the message and paused in his tracks.

The president of the Arthurian Legend Association asked him how to fix his ahoge (cowlick).

This world has been completely ruined by FATE.

He couldn't help but chuckle, his finger swiping rapidly across the screen: "Tell him that it was fixed by the willpower of Saber."

He put his phone back in his pocket, pushed open the last door of the fire escape, and walked into the parking lot.

A black minivan with the license plate ending in 7777 was already waiting at the exit.

The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror: "Director Yang, shall we go straight back to the company?"

"Okay, back to the company."

Studio of the Land of Light

The receptionist's eyes widened as he entered. "Director Yang?! Weren't you at an event in the mall...? I saw on the live stream that you just disappeared..."

"Strategic shift"

Yang Qian walked past the reception desk without changing her expression and headed straight for the elevator. "By the way, you just said you watch live streams during work hours."

Receptionist: "Director Yang, I was wrong!!!!"

Yang Qian smiled slightly, "It's fine as long as no gifts were sent."

It's just slacking off at work, no big deal.