Shirou Emiya stands on the Terra continent

"..."

When the four of them were discussing whether they should pack up and go to bed, Emiya's eyelids had already closed completely.

"Shhh."

Texas, who noticed the movement from Emiya's side, quickly signaled for them to be quiet.

"Sleep so suddenly?"

Croissant asked in a low voice as he looked at Emiya sleeping on his side, leaning against the sofa.

"I guess he's really exhausted."

Thinking about Emiya's battle record reported on the news, Exiah said.

"What should we do now? Let him continue to sleep here?"

"…Please move to the sofa over here, Sora. I'm going to hang up the video call now. Good night."

Texas thought about it and felt that it was not appropriate to just leave Emiya here, so he, Exia and Croissant moved Emiya to the sofa over here.

She didn't move to the room mainly because there was some distance between them and she was afraid of waking up Emiya.

The sofa at Penguin Logistics is very big and they often slept on it before, so there is no problem.

131 Pink Zarak

It can be said that Emiya had a very sound sleep. It was probably one of the few times he slept soundly since coming here.

I finally woke up naturally after a long time of sleeping, and I felt refreshed.

And I haven't had any strange dreams or seen any strange riddles.

“It’s great that I don’t have any weird dreams…”

Lying on the sofa and looking at the unfamiliar ceiling, Emiya first sighed that his sleep quality was particularly good this time.

He sat up, and the coat he was wearing slipped off.

Judging from the style, it's not Emiya's, it looks more like Texas's jacket.

His own coat was hung on a chair beside him, and he was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday.

There was also a simple breakfast and a note on the table. The breakfast was toast with an egg.

Tearing off the plastic wrap, Emiya Madoka took a bite.

The toast was a little burnt and the egg wasn't overly seasoned.

Not even lettuce.

But it was still edible. Emiya held the breakfast in one hand and looked at the note pressed on the plate beside him.

"Breakfast is on the table. It's made from croissants. There's no chili sauce in it, so please feel free to eat it."

"There's also a cup of Angel's special milk tea in the refrigerator. It might be very sweet, so be careful when you drink it."

"We have already contacted Is. We will be responsible for keeping an eye on you and letting you have a good rest in the next two days."

Looking at the words on the note, Emiya was a little uncomfortable with being taken care of in this way.

“Is this what it feels like to go from being a caregiver to being cared for?”

Seeing these people like this, Shirou felt a little weird.

It seemed like he hadn't experienced this feeling for a long time. He was more mature because of his father and handled many things by himself.

Although there are some things that I can't handle that I will still trouble Sister Fuji.

“…Is it already this time?”

Without dwelling on past memories for too long, Emiya noticed that it was already getting a little late.

Usually at this time he has finished his work and goes out.

After thinking for a while, Emiya sent a message to Ansou, saying that he would arrive in the afternoon.

"Just take your time this morning."

While thinking this, Emiya stood up from the sofa.

My body doesn't feel like it's about to fall apart like it did yesterday, but I can still feel the soreness to some extent.

It is also a long-awaited opportunity to relive the time when I first came to Penguin Logistics.

He stretched his muscles a bit, cleaned up the mess that several people hadn't cleaned up after making breakfast, then washed up a bit and changed his clothes.

After putting all the clothes into the washing machine, Emiya took out the milk tea specially prepared by Angelica from the refrigerator, sat on the sofa and recalled what had happened in the past few days.

The kidnapping case, the conversation between the hooded man and Is, the explosion in the apartment...

After reading several passages about his own memories, Shirou is no longer the young man he used to be, and can still distinguish some things.

Everything is not as simple as Emiya originally thought, and the problem can be solved by simply catching the kidnapper.

There are other people behind the scenes controlling all of this.

Only when facing such a behemoth could Emiya feel his own insignificance.

The emperor said that his fighting ability was quite good in the whole land, but he couldn't even do such a simple thing.

Powerless, helpless, and confused, this is how Emiya feels now.

"If it were Dad, what would he do?"

At this moment, Emiya was thinking, if it was Emiya Kiritsugu, how would he handle this matter?

In his own memory, Kiritsugu was a very remarkable man.

What would Kiritsugu do if he were in his position?

Emiya thought of another memory, a Kiritsugu who was completely different from the one in his own memory.

Perhaps they will use some of the infected as bait to lure out the identity of the mastermind?

But if we do that, those people will definitely...

"Haha, I can't do that."

Without thinking further, Emiya smiled wryly and said to himself.

He couldn't sacrifice the minority to save the majority, he wanted to grab them all.

Maybe he is a very greedy person?

Thinking of this, Emiya picked up the milk tea specially prepared by Angelica and took a sip.

This time the milk tea was not as sweet as Emiya had imagined. I guess it was because Archangel Exiah had adjusted it to his taste.

At the same time, Emiya's cell phone rang.

I put aside what I was thinking about and took a quick look. It was a message from Texas.

"Sora is worried about your condition, but she can't come over, so let's go visit her together tomorrow."

A very short sentence, very Texas style.

"…Why think so much? Dad isn't here."

Looking at the specially brewed milk tea in his hand and checking the messages on his phone, Emiya himself didn't understand why he felt less depressed.

The one here is not Emiya Kiritsugu, but Emiya Shirou. He only needs to act according to his own ideas.

Besides, he couldn't make a rigorous plan like his father.

Anyone can do it when it comes to talking about it, but when it comes to actually making a plan, it will only feel difficult.

He is really not familiar with this aspect.

It's okay to let him fight or take care of housework, but there's really nothing I can do about other aspects.

Haven't you read those books about mineral sickness for so long but didn't understand much?

Emiya sincerely hopes that one day he can see a sword or knife that can directly and physically cure the oripathy, so that he doesn't have to think so much.

"Well, we've rested for so long, it's time to go out. We have to give everyone a good meal today! And we have to make a hearty lunch box for Sora tomorrow, too!"

Putting aside the trivial things in his mind, Emiya began to plan what he should do next.

He still has teammates. He just needs to complete what he should do, and the rest is just to trust his teammates.

Just let Is work overtime for a few more days!

Having said that, Emiya didn't really want to cause trouble for others.

But there is nothing we can do in the current situation. We can only hope that the information exchange between Is and the hooded man is effective.

"Wallet, shopping bags, backpack, coat, keys, there shouldn't be anything left behind, right?"

Before going out, Wei Gong checked the things on him. When he came back, he was in a bad mental state. He didn't even know whether he had dropped anything on the roadside.

If he were to think back on what happened yesterday, the only part he could remember clearly was when he began to doubt his life when he opened the door.

The memory after that was a little fuzzy, and Emiya just hoped that he hadn't said anything strange at that time.

But I can vaguely remember that I was really sincere at that time?

As long as he doesn’t remember it, it doesn’t count. It’s a spiritual victory.

"I won't ride my bicycle today."

After assessing his physical condition, Emiya decided to give up the bicycle and walk instead.

I took a walk after a long time, and regarded it as rehabilitation.

Along the way, people in Longmen city were still smiling, and the atmosphere was full of joy, as if nothing had happened last night.

But it's true. After all, it's not something happening around me, so it's normal not to pay too much attention to it.

Only a few people who are sensitive to this kind of thing will come forward to pay attention to it in the first place, right?

"pretty good."

Emiya thought this kind of place was pretty good.

He likes to see others living happily and joyfully with smiles on their faces.

After walking for a long time, it was already past lunch time when we arrived at Fuyuki Store.

Pushing open the door, Emiya saw that in addition to Anso, there was also a pink-haired Zarak in the store.

The other party was looking at the goods on the shelves at this time.

"Is this the second Zalak I saw here?"

Looking at those round ears, Emiya thought.

The old Mr. Lin we met last time was quite nice and he came a few more times after that.

"Emiya, you're really late today."

After seeing that the person who walked into the store was not a customer but Emiya, Ansou moved closer to the table and lay down with most of his body pressed on it.

If there weren't other people in the store, they would have probably just started selling.

"You got up late today. Have you eaten yet?"

Emiya skillfully walked around to the cashier counter and stuffed his backpack down there, greeting Ansou by the way.

"I ate it, but if I say I didn't, do you have anything delicious to give me?"

Looking at Emiya's empty hands, Ansou asked.

"No, you should eat less. You've gained a lot of weight recently."

Emiya waved his hands to indicate that he didn't bring any food, and pinched Ansou's cheek.

He's a lot fatter now than when we first met.

"How can you say I'm fat? This is a sign of health! It means I have a balanced diet!"

Anso was unhappy when Emiya called him fat, so he moved his body backwards and avoided Emiya's hand.

“Yes, yes, you eat very healthily.”

Emiya said with a chuckle.