The Nuclear Sword Fairy from a certain cartoon

Seeing their reactions, the man smiled contentedly with their reactions.

"In the [-]th century, there was a group of people who wanted to have something to do with UFOs no matter what. After all, whether it was Christian baptism or Egyptian murals, the connection with UFOs could be found in every detail. Wheels flying in the air Although this kind of thing cannot be said to have any great significance, doesn't it stimulate people's romantic feelings and imagination? Although some of them just take some hallucinogenic drugs like hippies, they actually fly in What's in the air is just their brains..."

The man explained eloquently.

On that proud face, evil intentions and childishness coexisted in a contradictory way.

The man's name was El-Melloi II, and he was the head of the El-Melloi faction, one of the only twelve noble families in the Clock Tower who was awarded the 'monarch' class.

From the topic of angels, it extends all the way to the relationship between the small source and the big source in magic, appealing to the foundation of the world to trigger any phenomenon that may occur in this world.

"The small source refers to the vitality of an individual, and the big source refers to the magic that fills the world..."

The bell rang, and although the progress of the class was interrupted, the man announced the end of the class with relief.

As the crowd of students began to wander away, the man also walked out of El-Melloi's classroom.

"call……"

Weber Velvet, who inherited the name of El-Melloi II, had just finished a class and stretched his aching arms in the corridor outside El-Melloi's classroom.

The bones made a clicking sound, reminding Weber that his current physical condition was somewhat worrying.

"……go home."

Weber walked toward the stairs going downstairs.

While looking out the corridor window at the scenery that never changed no matter how many times he looked at it, he opened a metal cigar box and took out a cigar from it.

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However, before Weber could cut off the end of the cigar, the figure walking up from the steps in front made his breath hitch.

The nightmare-like red-haired boy who had disturbed him countless times while he was sleeping seemed to emerge from his nightmares and appeared before his eyes.

It was as if the God of Death was wielding a scythe to harvest life, slowly walking towards him.

This kind of brainstorming, which can be called a secondary level, appeared in Weber's mind, and the hand holding the cigar trembled slightly in response to this stormy mood.

Chapter 4 Rin is burning up

Damn!

Why is that man here! ?

What does he come to do?

What is he going to do?

What is he going to do to me! ?

In this mixture of tension and fear, Weber's brain was making all kinds of guesses crazily, like an overloaded machine that was almost about to emit smoke.

"calm down……"

Even though he was whispering hints to himself, it could be seen from the sweat dripping from his forehead unconsciously that this was no longer a nightmare that could be eliminated using psychological magic like hints.

The clenched teeth made his cheeks stiff and painful, but Weber seemed to be unaware of it and did not dare to move his eyes at all.

"You look very nervous. What happened?"

Shirou looked at Weber with some confusion and asked curiously.

After all, he had a pretty good impression of Weber, so Shirou didn't mind helping him with a little favor.

"No...nothing happened...hahaha..."

Weber laughed dryly. He was already praying in his heart that the god of plague in front of him would quickly stay away from him.

He was confident about the Holy Grail War that had lasted for ten years. After all, the one he summoned was Arjuna, the 'God-given hero'. But who would have expected that he would lose so quickly, without even a chance.

Although using your full strength against your opponent is also a sign of respect, this respect may be a bit too heavy for Weber, making him unable to bear it, and even causing him a bit of PTSD.

When Weber left, he even had time to give Amakusa Shiro some leisurely advice. He didn't know how that guy was doing now.

"Is that so? But you don't seem to be in a good condition."

Shirou tried to cast some magic on Waver to restore his physical condition a little.

It was as if a warm current was injected into the other party's body. Weber felt that the fatigue caused by the high tension was greatly relieved. The fatigue from teaching was gone, and his eyes became bright. .

"..."

Weber was silent for a moment before summoning the courage to ask.

"Um...what exactly do you plan to do when you come to the Clock Tower...?"

Hearing this, a spring-like smile appeared on the young man's face, and he replied in a gentle tone: "A date trip."

Weber has never seen that smile on this young man's face.

, this is the first time.

The reason why the fighting madman became so gentle at the moment was probably the beautiful girl with black hair and twin tails whose cheeks suddenly turned red with shame.

"This is not a date! Shirou, please stop talking nonsense..."

During the Holy Grail War, Waver was eliminated so quickly that he didn't even have the chance to meet the other Masters except Shirou, Lorelaia and Amakusa Shiro.

From this point of view, Weber really doesn't know whether he is lucky or bad.

And looking at the girl who blushed and denied following Shirou's few words, but the corners of her mouth turned up unconsciously, Weber immediately knew what kind of character this girl was.

Yeah, she's a tsundere.

"Okay, okay, hurry up and find the next noble!"

Rin urged as he took Shirou's wrist and walked forward.

Shirou allowed the girl to pull him away, and turned back to give Weber an apologetic smile, "We have some things to deal with. Let's talk about old times later when we have time."

"Ah... um..."

Weber nodded blankly.

It wasn't until the figure of the boy and girl gradually faded away that Weber suddenly reacted.

What an old fart!

Weber quickly quickened his pace, and the leather shoes, which were not very comfortable, felt like flying when he stepped on them.

……

The London night turned gray in the pattering rain.

The neon lights in the shop windows on both sides of the street shed red and green colors on the wet asphalt road. Street lights lit up the lonely city like fireworks at a festival.

"The weather is really weird. It started raining all of a sudden."

Rin muttered and complained in displeasure under the umbrella held by Shirou.

She really wanted to play around with Shirou more, but the sudden rain disrupted all plans.

"Thinking the worst about everything will only bring you a bad mood." Shirou comforted softly.

"Hmph... Just say nice things."

Rin pouted, then trotted forward a few steps, out of the range of the umbrella, and stepped on the ground where small pools of water began to accumulate, like a red elf dancing in the rain.

The reflection of the moon in the pool shattered as Rin stepped on it, turning into ripples that spread.

The continuous drizzle and the ticking sound caused by constantly hitting the ground seemed to be playing music for her.

In Shirou's eyes, there was only this girl dancing alone in the street in the night rain.

"I'll catch a cold..."

"How is that possible? I'm a magician~!"

The girl said with a proud smile.

……

"Ahh~!"

Inside the hotel suite.

The girl whose expression was broken due to sneezing then sniffed.

"Damn it... I, a highly regarded magician, am so embarrassed because of a small cold...!"

Rin put his head on Shirou's lap, who was watching a late-night program, and began to twist around unhappily.

"Ok?"

Shirou raised his eyebrows slightly, and Rin's words suddenly became a little less confident.

"...The future crowned magician!"

There was really nothing Rin could do about this man who was not submissive to her at all.

He seemed to see through all her arrogance, and in the end, all that was left was bare shame.

Rin complained internally as he stretched out his hand to squeeze Shirou's thigh.

Lying on Shirou's legs, it feels like lying on a flexible pillow. His thighs are neither too full nor too thin, full of elasticity and strong, neither too soft nor too rigid. It's hard and very comfortable to sleep on.

With these thoughts in his mind, Rin also turned his attention to the evening program being played on TV.

It was a story about a pair of male and female protagonists who had a love journey full of ups and downs. The melodious music and plot gradually made Rin addicted. The hazy night outside the window and the orange light in the room complemented each other, creating an ambiguous atmosphere.

For some reason, Rin always felt that Shirou's face, which she had seen countless times, although as beautiful as ever, had a slightly more magical flavor at this moment, which made Rin feel thirsty in his heart.

"Hey hey...Shirou...Shirou..."

"what happened?"

Shirou looked down at Rin and noticed a slight blush on the girl's cheeks.

It was a brighter color than the shy state.

no doubt.

She has a fever.

Chapter 5 Absolute Warcraft Front

"Ugh...Shirou...Shirou..."

The girl lying on the luxurious sofa in the living room murmured faintly in her sleep.

Even though Shirou had cured Rin's cold, the sleeping girl still subconsciously hugged Shirou's legs tightly and refused to let him leave.

Shirou pulled his arm and found that Rin was holding her tightly. Although he could forcefully pull out, that would definitely wake her up.

"Forget it...I really can't do anything with you.

law. "

Shirou sighed softly, covered the girl with a blanket, waved his hand to turn off the lights in the living room, closed his eyes and entered a brief dream.

In the darkness of the abyss of vision, bright bands of light drifted away, and then a scene unfolded for Shirou.

It was a scene from the distant past that was not modern.

……

This is the age of destiny when man and God part ways.

There were lightning and thunder, violent storms, and with the crashing waves and raging tsunamis, the expression of the wise king Gilgamesh remained unchanged.

The friends beside him had long since lost consciousness, and Enkidu, who had been drinking and chatting with him before, had stopped beating.

"Don't be sad, Jill. If my existence can extend your life, then this will be the happiest and happiest thing for me."

With green pupils looking at his most important friend, En Qidu issued his last words.

"Stop talking, Enkidu!"

Perhaps even Gilgamesh himself didn't notice that his voice became trembling. Seeing the person in front of him turn into a body of dirt and sand, Gilgamesh's eyes couldn't help but have an indescribable luster.

Letting the rain falling from the sky hit him, he proudly allowed the "dirty" unclean water to touch him for the first time.

All this is precisely because he is now...

Babylonia, the city of Uruk.

This is the starting point of mankind, the place where everything began, and the most distant monument in history.