The Infinite Sword System That Ravages the Dimension

"Yes, Shirou is indeed my lover."

Saber who quickly drank a cup of black tea said so, but, unlike her usual heroic appearance, there was a hint of intoxicating blush on her fair face.

"Oh? This is impossible, saber, you have a queen, and you are in medieval Britain, how could you have a male Japanese lover... Wait, no, if King Arthur is a woman, then her It is also possible that Queen Guinevere is a male, otherwise how would she have children..."

"Stop, Irisviel!"

Seeing Irisviel developing in a strange direction, Saber resolutely stopped her dangerous thoughts.

"There is no doubt that Guinevere is a woman, and there are other reasons for Mordred's matter, but now, Shirou is my male partner, that is for sure!"

"is it?"

There was still a hint of doubt in his eyes.

But this time, the sound of the door opening attracted everyone's attention.

"Ai Li, I'm back, how are you?"

Emiya Kiritsugu hurriedly ran into the castle.

In any case, the appearance of a servant in his base camp was something that could not be ignored. For this reason, when he came in, he even asked Chi Tong to sneak into the castle in advance, in case of accidents.

He originally thought it would be a tense scene as soon as he entered the door.

It's just that the scene that caught his eyes really made him a little puzzled.

"Yo! Kiritsugu, you are back, hurry up, the tea made by this big brother is delicious."

Illya's innocent voice sounded.

Black tea and refreshments on the table, the four of them are inexplicably harmonious.

[Why do you feel like a family? 】

Looking at the scene in front of him, Emiya Kiritsugu suddenly had such an idea in his heart.

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Chapter 18 I Am Your Son

"You came to find me?"

Seeing that everything was safe, Emiya Kiritsugu relaxed slightly, but he did not let go of his vigilance towards the servant in front of him.

Sitting on the chair, Emiya Kiritsugu stared closely at the person in front of him.

"As a follower, you came to the enemy's base camp. What do you want to do?"

"Eimiya Kiritsugu, have you pinned your hopes on this Holy Grail?"

Did not answer Emiya Kiritsugu's question directly.

Instead, the red-clothed servant in front of him asked himself something that sounded a little nonsensical.

"I don't understand you."

"Really? Then make it clear, a world where everyone is happy, this is what you look forward to, and it is also your lifelong wish. Now you want to give this wish to The so-called universal wishing machine?"

In the eyes of the other masters of this Holy Grail War, Emiya Kiritsugu may just be a magician killer who will do whatever it takes to win. Many orthodox magicians even feel disgusted by him, but very few people know that this magician killer really has My wish is a world where everyone is happy.

Although there are few people who know about it, it is not impossible.

But the question is, why does the servant in front of him know this.

"Who the hell are you?"

Silently lighting a cigarette, Emiya Kiritsugu asked the red-clothed servant.

"Did you come here just to say such nonsense?"

Emiya Kiritsugu didn't want to answer the question of the person in front of him.

On the contrary, there is an emotion called doubt in my heart.

Who is he, and why does he, as a Heroic Spirit, know this.

"The heroic spirit is independent of the time axis, that is to say, the heroic spirit has no concept of time. You should also know this."

As if seeing Emiya Kiritsugu's question, the red-clothed servant said something like this.

"What, are you..."

A guess flashed in his heart, but this guess made him unbelievable.

"The Holy Grail War is equal to all Heroic Spirits. As long as there is a wish, no matter whether it is a Heroic Spirit of the past or a Heroic Spirit of the future, the opportunities are equal."

Looking at the shocked Emiya Kiritsugu in front of him, the red-clothed servant continued.

"Then, it is completely possible to summon the future heroic spirits during the Holy Grail War, isn't it, Emiya Kiritsugu?"

"..."

As if realizing something, Emiya Kiritsugu raised his head, the cigarette in his hand was still burning, but he didn't put it in his mouth.

"What do you want to say? Even if you are a heroic spirit from the future, so what?"

"Does it not matter even if your wife dies for your ideal?"