In the second year after returning to Pan-Human History, Shirou gradually grew accustomed to the blue sky. Instead, he began to find twilight scenery rather unusual.
When humans perceive things, they are always deceived by what they see before them, thereby losing sight of the bigger picture.
Take the Fae Kingdom and Pan-Human History, for example.
No matter who they were, everyone would think the greatest outward difference between the two worlds was the color of the sky, because that was always the first thing human eyes saw.
But in truth, the greatest difference was the area of land.
Compared to this world, Pan-Human History, that world—the Fae Kingdom—was merely an isolated island only one percent the size of the latter.
Until a year ago, Shirou had still believed that Britain was the entire world.
Whenever he thought that six billion people lived in this world besides himself, Shirou found it utterly inconceivable. At the same time, he felt awe.
"Are you going to trample on the happiness of six billion humans for the sake of a homunculus with only a few days left to live?"
The man's question from dozens of minutes ago echoed through the boy's mind once more.
"Emiya Kiritsugu, do you think you're a god?"
That was how Shirou had answered him at the time.
Although it had been their first conversation, Shirou felt as if he had already read through the life and ideals of Emiya Kiritsugu, that Assassin.
The man's ideal was simple. He sincerely wished for everyone in the world to obtain happiness.
It was an immature dream he had cherished since his youth.
Even after reaching adulthood and realizing the cruelty of reality, he had never changed.
While pursuing that ideal, he came to understand that every "salvation" in this world was