"...an important person."
In a daze, the girl remembered something her mother had told her long ago.
The boy who wielded the Black Holy Sword and Infinite Swords—
He was none other than Arthur, the Ancestor King of Britain in the Fae Kingdom... my mother's husband.
Was all of this... really just a coincidence?
The Red-haired Fae placed her hand against the boy's cheek.
So warm... There was something strangely familiar about it...
"What is your name...?"
Shirou clasped her hand in return and answered.
"Shirou. My name is Shirou."
"Shirou... Mm... I'll remember it."
The Avenger narrowed her eyes and murmured,
"...The time has come.
I want to say that we probably won't meet again, but... somehow, I feel like we will."
After saying that, the girl turned into light and vanished.
And so, the Greater Grail crisis was resolved through the self-sacrifice of an unnamed girl.
The Fourth Holy Grail War came to an end amid utter chaos.
"..."
Shirou stared forlornly at his empty arms, then silently rose to his feet.
Before he could even steady himself, a wave of dizziness swept over him.
The fatigue he had accumulated until now surged forth like a tide, and the boy's body toppled forward against his will.
"Shirou!" "Master!"
Before losing consciousness, he heard the panicked voices of Saber and Lady Avalon.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a familiar ceiling.
"Ah, you're awake!"
A shrill girl's voice rang beside his ear.
He laboriously turned his gaze and saw the face of his "comrade."
She—the Fae Knight Tristan—looked thoroughly displeased. "Why are you in my room?"
Hearing that, the girl keeping watch beside the bed—the Fae Knight Lancelot—said indignantly,
"Is that any way to speak to your savior?"
"My savior...?" The Fae Knight Tristan furrowed her