The Sealer of the Sword

You are such a man playing with hair and wanting to cry! ! !

However, when Emiya Kiritsugu looked at the red-haired boy in front of him, he couldn't help but fell into contemplation.

The Holy Grail War has indeed started again, and in such a short period of ten years, the evidence is that he was summoned here, and the Command Spell on the back of his hand is also there.

Not to mention that the boy in front of him called his father as soon as he appeared on the stage, it was unreasonable for him to be summoned back as a human being?

However, Emiya Kiritsugu couldn't help but smile when he thought of the ten years of words again.

That kind of thing isn't impossible.

But what happened to the red-haired boy in front of him?

He doesn't remember at all when he had another son?

Especially red hair!

You tell me what color a woman with black hair needs to have to have a red-haired son!

and so--

"Sao Nian, did you recognize the wrong person?" Emiya Kiritsugu said after being so sure.

The red-haired boy opposite seemed to have noticed this, and then, amid Emiya Kiritsugu's "Look, that's it" expression, Emiya Kiritsugu raised his head and looked at the surrounding scene: "Ah, Sorry, I'm a little confused right now, and I don't know why..."

However, while Emiya Kiritsugu was talking and looking at the surrounding scene, he couldn't help but stop when he looked outside the warehouse, the scenery and buildings outside.

Afterwards, Emiya Kiritsugu lit a cigarette directly, looked at the red-haired boy in front of him with a vicissitudes face, and said, "Sao Nian, why do you live in my old house?"

Emiya Kiritsugu looked around, and then he came to a conclusion.

Isn't this his old house? !

Red-haired boy: "I~di~daddy~ah~"

Emiya Kiritsugu covered his face: "I beg you to stop shouting..."

"Okay, what's your name?" Emiya Kiritsugu decided to search for information first, took a puff of cigarette, and asked the red-haired boy in front of him.

"Emiya Shirou." The red-haired boy returned.

Ah, okay okay, Nima's surname is the same, right?

"Then what's your...father's name?" Emiya Kiritsugu asked after taking another breath.

"Emiya Kiritsugu." Emiya Shirou also returned again.

"..." Emiya Kiritsugu silently took a breath, and then asked with a slight twitch in the corner of his eyes: "What about your father?"

Emiya Shirou silently pointed at Emiya Kiritsugu.

wipe……

Emiya Kiritsugu covered his face, and he was almost gone now that he wanted to cry.

"Then before I show up, what about your father." Emiya Kiritsugu decided to change the question.

"Dead." Emiya Shirou said with a sad face: "If you don't believe me, you can go to the living room and have a look. There is a picture of you hanging there, and there is a room full of it."

"Shit, you're almost done!" Emiya Kiritsugu covered his face again.

Nima's posthumous photo hangs all over the house? !

After Emiya Kiritsugu turned around with Emiya Shirou, and then Emiya Kiritsugu showed him the previous photos and the room full of portraits, Emiya Kiritsugu was finally about to cry.

Emiya Kiritsugu seems to understand, although he doesn't know what happened, but——the labor and management are not dead yet, hey!

The labor and capital are still alive and well!

When Emiya Kiritsugu put the kitchen knife in his hand aside, he turned around speechlessly and looked at the magic circle behind him.

This situation reminded him of Yan Ye.

Emiya Kiritsugu summoned Kotoba before, so this time, he should be able to—

If Yan Ye can be summoned again, then it is possible to know what happened.

While Emiya Kiritsugu thought so, he put his hand on the magic circle behind him and began to sing his spell.

Until the last incantation was settled, the light in the array gradually faded, and then a figure slowly emerged from the magic array.

then--

The man with brown skin, short snow-white hair, and a dark battle suit wrapped in bright red sacred corpse cloth, the man with a height of nearly [-] meters, was staring at Emiya Kiritsugu with big eyes and small eyes.

Then, I saw the man's lips trembling, and four words were squeezed out of his throat: "I~di~daddy~ah~"

Emiya Kiritsugu was speechless and lit a cigarette again.

After putting it in his mouth, he took a deep breath, and after spitting it out again, Emiya Kiritsugu looked at the man in front of him with a face of vicissitudes, and said, "What's your special name? And... I'm special. Not dead yet ah ah ah ah!!!"

Forget the white and red-haired one just now, you white-haired-brown who seems to have smuggled in from Africa, you are screaming what kind of trouble are you going to make!

Is this world crazy? !

Or is it already misplaced? !

You tell me!How can a black-haired one give birth to a red-haired and a white-haired one! ! !