A compilation of memorable moments from Chaldea's girlfriends showing affection in various dime

See? This is the final result! They didn't know how to save others from the start. Nor did they have anything to save. Just watch as this ugly, self-righteous charlatan meets his end!

"That ideal is shattered! The idea that others are more important than oneself, the wish that everyone in Britain could be happy, is just a pipe dream [Saber's wish]. If one cannot live without such an ideal."

"Drown with your ideals!" Archer kept taunting Shirou Emiya. Looking at Shirou Emiya lying on the plain of swords, he was about to die, but he didn't go over to finish him off.

Archer just watched as Emiya Shirou closed his eyes, unable to speak, and unable to stand up.

He wasn't panicked at all, and didn't believe that Shirou Emiya would die like this. No one knew him better than himself.

Perhaps he was waiting for the scabbard on Shirou Emiya to take effect, or perhaps he was waiting for the man himself to activate something.

He saw the hell he would inevitably arrive at sooner or later.

Shirou Emiya stared at Archer's retreating figure with its white hair. "You... you're absolutely right..."

"I'm not very adaptable."

"It seems you've lost a lot."

"No, it's precisely because I firmly believe that I haven't lost anything that I'm standing here. I haven't lost anything."

Ah... but I have indeed forgotten something. Archer forgot the strongest Noble Phantasm that had accompanied him throughout his growth.

Shirou Emiya looked at the young Shirou Emiya standing in the sea of ​​fire, crying and walking helplessly. "Hey, that's hell ahead."

"What were you doing this for, and what were I doing this for? We survived that hell, until we die."

In a fantastical dream world, Shirou Emiya saw Kiritsugu Emiya saving him, a scene that seemed like a projection from the world itself.

He strode forward, not backward.

“Hey, that’s hell ahead.” Archer said, looking at Shirou Emiya’s back.

"This is what you've forgotten. It did start with longing, but ultimately it was a desire in your heart. A desire to overthrow that hell. A desire to become someone else's strength. In the end, a man who accomplished nothing, that unfulfilled wish."

Shirou Emiya watched silently as the smile on Kiritsugu Emiya's face appeared, tears streaming down his face, and an incomparably dazzling light emanated from the young Shirou Emiya who had been saved.

The golden light activated Avalon.

The Starry Sea within the ancient planet shone brightly, and the fairies within the Starry Sea saw the stars shining in the sky.

The scabbard, inscribed with fairy script and featuring a blue and gold design, blends seamlessly with Shirou Emiya.

Emiya Shirou took the initiative to step into hell, towards a sword stuck in the Hill of Swords. He stared at the sword, just as Artoria stared at the sword she had chosen. Once he pulled it out, there was no turning back; once he pulled it out, there was no chance to regret it.

"Even if your life is used like a machine?" Archer's phantom looked at Emiya Shirou.

"what......"

"Even if my life is filled with hypocrisy, I will still insist on being an ally of justice." The forging fire of Unlimited Blade Works blazed in Shirou Emiya's right hand, the Sword of Justice was drawn, and a whirlwind...

The gray clouds quickly passed over Shirou Emiya.

Unlimited Blade Works forges the world's fire, completely refining Shirou Emiya into a sword.

The bones of a sword.

Archer's incantations flashed through his mind.

Emiya Shirou's injuries rapidly healed after he emerged from the dream world, his wounds gleaming with golden light; even if he were killed, he would still recover.

Emiya Shirou, who is not a Heroic Spirit, has acquired his second Noble Phantasm—Avalon.

The Shirou Emiya before was not yet fully modified by Avalon, but in this world where countless swords are forged, forging is just a matter of a moment.

Only after becoming a pure sword can Avalon unleash its original power.

Artoria Pendragon looked at Shirou Emiya, at the golden light emanating from him, and her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled.

Seeing the qualitative change in the power of Avalon within Shirou, becoming completely different from before, she felt relieved.

Shirou will definitely not die now.

"As a swordsman born of nature," Emiya Shirou declared, his hands gleaming with magical power as he raised Gan Jiang and Mo Xie, shattering the oncoming swords. "I will absolutely not lose to you!"

Gan Jiang and Mo Xie solidified into a tangible form, devoid of any illusion, projecting Gan Jiang and Mo Xie at the Archer level.

"You can lose to anyone, but you must never lose to yourself."

Artoria Pendragon stared at Shirou Emiya in astonishment; Shirou's growth was so rapid, so astonishing.

She had never seen such a genius in the Age of Gods, becoming so much stronger in just one battle?

How could this be?!

Watching Shirou Emiya regain his spirits and become energetic again, Archer closed his eyes, expressionless, his thoughts unknown.

He had Avalon in his body before his death, but it was not activated. If it had been activated, Archer would not have been affected by the radiation from the nuclear power plant.

Then Archer can become stronger and achieve greater success.

No matter where you roam, where you save people, or how many enemies try to assassinate you, you'll be fine.

"Finally figured it out, huh? But so what? You should know the difference in strength between us perfectly well. [You don't use a bow and arrow, so the difference in strength isn't apparent!]" Archer looked at Shirou Emiya with a nonchalant air and said flippantly.

“My hands and feet can still fight, and I will never admit defeat. What I admit defeat to is only my heart. I understand what you have to say, but I will not agree with it. I will be a champion of justice. No matter what others say, no matter how you deny me.”

Emiya Shirou pointed his sword at Archer, refusing to admit defeat.

You don't need to care what others think of you, even if it's another version of yourself!

Shirou Emiya just needs to keep walking down the path he believes in.

This ideal is by no means unreal, nor is it something borrowed.

Why was Shirou Emiya transformed into a sword-type being by Avalon? Does this mean that if Avalon is implanted in other people's bodies, they can also become sword-type beings?

No, I don't think so.

This is the pure, unadulterated passion beating in Shirou Emiya's heart, the heat of that passion, the grandeur of that ideal—it was these things that forged Shirou Emiya into a sword in Avalon.

I have no regrets. This is the only path.

There will be no confusion, no regrets, only an unparalleled pure desire to save, combined with Shirou Emiya's painful and joyful memories.

This is a complete memory of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

There's an idea to throw Shirou Emiya into the Starry Night Furnace to forge the Star Sword.

Artoria Caster, step aside! Shirou Emiya appears before Artoria Caster. The one who threw himself into the Star Furnace and was forged into a sword by the Star's heat must be Shirou Emiya, the Star Fairy who saved the tragic fate.

Although Senji Muramasa is very strong, he cannot help Artoria Caster. It's best to leave the task of saving Artoria to the professionals.

Artoria Caster, who has no memories of spring, should hurry up and go to Chaldea to be with Fujimaru Ritsuka!

Forging the Star Sword is not your job yet.

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Spy world.

“Ah… I remember now, Fujimura Taiga said that once Shirou makes up his mind, he won’t give up. She’s right, as expected of Emiya Shirou’s older sister.”

The Emiya family's mealtime timeline. Franklin stroked his chin, looking at Shirou Emiya with envy:

"It's wonderful that such people can emerge even in peacetime. It's truly remarkable."

"Protecting these young people's innocence is our job, but having lofty ideals is what we love."

"There are many who can become partners of justice, and many have already done so. Protecting peace between East and West, preventing war. Shouldn't we, who hide in the shadows, also be considered partners of justice?"

Franklin Franklin and Lloyd Fogger stood on the high overpass, looking down at the bustling commercial streets, the traffic and the main thoroughfares leading in all directions, and all kinds of people walking below.

"Sort of, and sort of. Even if it's a borrowed ideal, even if others call me a hypocrite, it doesn't matter. As long as I'm happy, that's all that matters. I think both Shirou Emiya and Archer are very happy."

"I have no regrets," Lloyd Fogger said.

He speculated that what happened in the Deep Sea Computer Paradise must have occurred a long time in the future.

After the Seraphine oil well incident, Archer was spotted in Chaldea, and without hesitation, he entered the dangerous singularity with Fujimaru Ritsuka.

But Archer is now saying he's had enough of cleaning up messes for humanity, isn't that a contradiction?

That's what the man said, but when a real mess comes up, he'll still clean it up. There's nothing wrong with complaining while solving the mess.

Emiya Shirou walked home, a lunchbox in his hand. "Medea, you actually want to learn how to make some American food? Are you planning to make it for Issei?"

On his way home, Shirou Emiya felt embarrassed as the children he encountered kept shouting – "Wow, he's a champion of justice, a righteous big brother!!"

The children held drills in their hands, wore Zero masks, red capes, and props sewn together with the characteristics of Lelouch, Simon, and Shirou Emiya.

Although I also really want to emulate Rick who changed the world.

But the symbol of Rick is chess, which is too advanced for children; they can't understand it at all.

"Hehehehehe... Welcome back, Shirou, the ally of justice~~~" Fujimura Taiga, Tohsaka Sakura, Tohsaka Rin, Artoria, Medusa, stood at the door smiling as Emiya Shirou returned home, his face flushed.

Archer was busy in the kitchen, while Cú Chulainn stood by, scaling a sea bream and a shad. "Hey kid, you're finally back. Hurry up, hurry up, we're just waiting for your culinary showdown with Archer."

Neither of you can convince the other, so comparing strength and fighting is pointless.

Why don't you all have a cooking competition? I'll take over the role of judge, evaluating the food!"

“Lancer, I didn’t agree to this. Don’t make decisions on your own…” Archer said speechlessly.

Emiya Shirou said, "Yes, that's right. I don't want to participate in this meaningless duel."

"Heh heh—? So it seems you guys aren't very confident in your cooking skills. Looks like you're indeed not as good as the highly competitive Emiya Shirou from another world." Cú Chulainn grinned, spreading his hands, and said helplessly.

"Not as good as the other Shirou Emiya?" Archer, Shirou Emiya looked at Cú Chulainn defiantly and said in unison:

"Let's have a competition! Who would lose to this brat, this kind of guy!"

Ryudong Temple.

The menacing Black Artoria Pendragon landed in the courtyard on her motorcycle.

She stood up, and the Black Excalibur appeared in her hand.

She was going to find Medea, who had flirted with Blue Saber and made her lose face in front of the cold-blooded woman, and make her pay a terrible price.

"Who!—Who broke in here!?" Medea, holding a fried chicken hamburger, opened the sliding door and yelled angrily into the garden.

She saw Black Artoria wearing a miniskirt and crop top, and her eyes instantly sparkled with countless little stars, like a galaxy hanging in the sky.

"Saber, the black Saber!?"

Completely ignoring Artoria's menacing demeanor and murderous look, she rushed over, grabbed Artoria's hand, and led her to her room.

"Huh—? What, what's going on??" Artoria swallowed hard, staring intently at the fried chicken burger in Medea's hand—Shirou Emiya's special version. How could there be such outstanding junk food?

The aroma, the thickness of the fried chicken thigh, the thick-cut shredded cheese, the onions, the lettuce, the tomato slices—it's perfect, absolutely perfect.

This was junk food she had never eaten before; at the Shinjuku Subspecies Singularity, there were only beef burgers.

"You want a hamburger...?" Medea held up the hamburger she had taken a bite of, noticing that the black-clad Artoria was staring intently at the hamburger, like a lion eyeing its prey.

"Yes, please use it if you don't mind."

"Oh... Oh! Then I won't be polite." Black Artoria's pupils showed a hamburger symbol, her mouth was constantly drooling, she held the fried chicken hamburger with both hands and took a bite. The aroma of fried chicken, the juice of chicken, the saltiness of cheese, the crunchy texture of lettuce, and the sweet and sour juice of tomatoes.

This is, this is the fried chicken quintet!

This is the fried chicken burger that has ascended to the throne of the burger world and become the king of burgers. It's unbelievable that such amazing junk food could exist in this poor place.

She was completely absorbed in enjoying and appreciating the fried chicken burger.

It just so happens that something is missing—a black, bubble-filled, refreshing drink.

Medea, understanding perfectly, used magic to refill the cola, which had lost its carbonation, with carbonation again, and placed ice cubes shaped like the Sword of Excalibur in the glass before handing it to Artoria Pendragon.

"Glug glug..." Black Artoria Pendragon downed a cola and a fried chicken burger in no time, finishing them off in a flash. "Whew—! Burp—"

She sat on a cushion in Medea's room, eyes closed, holding a can of cola in her hands, savoring the taste of the fried chicken burger.

She had forgotten why she came here.

Fujimaru Ritsuka breathed a sigh of relief; she had almost destroyed Emiya's mother's hometown.

She looked curiously at Medea's room, at the various Saber figurines displayed in the cabinets—white, blue, red, and purple ones.

Aside

Medea held a camera in her hand and kept pressing the shutter at high speed to record every move of Black Artoria.

She didn't know why Black Artoria had come to see her; before, she had seemed aggressive and murderous.