Tribute to the Demon King

The former is like a heavy hammer falling suddenly in the scorching heat.The latter is a water knife that looks gentle but indestructible.If it's Caster... he who can only piece together nightmares from people's past memories, can only choose the latter.

The heavy hammer can still resist with its own stubbornness, but the water knife is invincible.For others, the nightmare was merely causing discomfort, but it had an unexpected impact on Kiritsugu.

Archer looked at Emiya Kiritsugu who was still in a coma, showing a complicated expression.

"Don't make that look, Archer."

Zhou Yi showed an inexplicable smile, and said pointedly: "You make Rider and the others look like children who saw their father in crisis. I know you have a deep relationship with your Master, but It can't be like this."

Facing Zhou Yi's almost mocking words, Archer was surprisingly calm.

"...No. I'm just curious about what he's dreaming about."

He just shook his head and answered seriously.

Looking at Kiritsugu's frown, Archer seemed to be staring at the terrifying void, staring at Kiritsugu's cheek with such solemn eyes, and then staring at Kiritsugu's forehead.That gaze was as if he suddenly saw Kiritsugu had wrinkles.

"What is he afraid of, what is there for him to be afraid of... I really want to know about it."

Wanting to get to know Kiritsugu better - there was such a light in Archer's eyes.He murmured as if he was talking to himself, and seemed to be seriously exploring something.

——Archer was thinking not as a Heroic Spirit, but as Emiya Kiritsugu's adopted son Shirou.

Memories of childhood, still can not forget.

The fire that ignited like a battlefield in a movie burned everyone in sight, and turned the familiar town into ruins.In the hell where the red lotus bloomed, it was this man who held his outstretched hand.

...To this day, Shirou still remembers his face.

The man with teary eyes and genuine joy at finding survivors looked downright happy.As if it wasn't Shirou who was saved, but Kiritsugu himself.

From then on, Shirou, who was still a boy, firmly believed that his adoptive father was an extremely great person.He hopes to become Kiritsugu and pursue the path that Kiritsugu walked.He didn't know about Emiya Kiritsugu's past - including the disaster that caused the man to lose everything, and he simply regarded Kiritsugu as the goal he admired.

——However, that was just an ideal borrowed from Kiritsugu.

Unfortunately, it was too late when Shirou realized this.

The so-called idea that others are more important than oneself, the desire to make everyone happy, is just a fantasy in fairy tales.Wanting to save everyone—from beginning to end, such an ideal has not been realized once.

It wasn't until the end that he finally realized that it was just a stupid and absurd joke that would cause trouble for others.

...then, here comes the problem.

Will the form of this ideal before it is inherited, when it is still in Kiritsugu, bring a painful burden like it did in Shirou?

It doesn't matter what the Holy Grail is, what Archer really wants at this moment is to see Kiritsugu's dream.Although this feeling is as immoral as peeping, but this is the only thing I haven't gotten an answer since I was a child...

"Oh! Do you want to see his dream?"

A nasty stupid rabbit suddenly jumped out from behind Zhou Yi yelling, his face was full of excitement as if he had entered March early: "This is not impossible. No, it should be said that it is very welcome!"

"……what's this?"

Archer looked down and frowned: "That black guy, do you know him?"

"It should be Caster's familiar."

Zhou Yi shrugged, opened his eyes and said nonsense: "Although this rabbit is annoying, it seems to be quite harmless. Just don't worry about it."

"Indeed, it's not the style of a warrior to argue with a pet."

Rider on the side nodded in agreement, patted the ashes on his body and stood up: "Berserker, you think so too."

"Are you Berserker?"

Hearing Rider's words, Archer frowned, and asked bluntly: "If you are a Berserker, what class is Darius? And how can there be such a sober Berserker?"

"So it's up to you to guess."

Zhou Yi shrugged his shoulders and showed a malicious smile: "What job agency am I, you can guess."

"You... can't possibly be an Assassin."

"I can't tell. Don't look at me like this, I am also very proficient in sneak operations."

Zhou Yi said solemnly: "If stealth means that no one can find me, then it is reasonable for me to have at least A-level stealth."

"what?"

Archer looked at Zhou Yi for a while, and let out a surprised voice: "If you say you are Lancer or Caster, I will believe you. Only Assassin..."

"It's about the same for you, Archer. Where's your bow? Why don't you take it out and have a look."

Seeing this, Zhou Yi showed a very kind smile: "Don't take out a bunch of swords, it would be too ugly. Be a little more professional, and those who don't know will think you are a Saber. Your glory as an Archer lies in cry."

"You guys really don't have enough!"

Archer stood up angrily: "Glory? Unfortunately, I don't have such a troublesome thing, but so what if I did? I thought you could ask something profound and difficult to answer, if it's just this level of self-esteem, It's better to throw it to the dog as soon as possible!"

In an instant, the originally relaxed air was swept away.

The dark red killing intent on Zhou Yi's body boiled up, and the magic power enough to disturb the normal rhythm of the world sprang up.

At the same time, a cold and biting murderous aura shot out from Archer.

As if a sword with a cold light was unsheathed, this previously unruly young man burst out with an aura that made Rider look sideways.

It was as if the two of them were at odds with each other, and they were about to start a war immediately after they couldn't talk for a few words.