One day, they would meet again.
Perhaps ten years later.
Perhaps a hundred or a thousand years later—or perhaps even tens of millions of years later.
No matter how long it took, Morgan was willing to wait for him.
But... Shirou had ended his own life so hastily.
The reason was obvious.
His lingering attachment to someone still remained in Shirou's heart.
Shirou walked up to Morgan and took her soft hand.
"I'm truly happy that I can see you again, Morgan."
"That isn't what I wanted to hear... Honestly, stop acting spoiled, and don't try to brush this off."
Morgan shook off the boy's hand and pouted with her blue lips.
She was probably trying to hide her happiness and embarrassment. The angry expression she deliberately put on was terribly unconvincing.
Morgan glared gloomily at Shirou and asked through clenched teeth, "Do you really know what you did wrong?"
"I do." Shirou smiled.
"You're not reflecting on it at all." Morgan furrowed her brows.
"No, I am reflecting on it." Shirou spoke with a serious expression.
To be honest, he truly did feel regret.
Whenever he thought of the people he had left behind, an intense sense of guilt surged through his chest.
But there was no use regretting it now.
Everything had already come to an end.
The life of a man named Shirou Amamiya.
His journey.
It had all ended.
Shirou took a deep breath and said, "Even if the whole world has things it wants to complain to me about, you're the only one who can't.
Who do you think I went through so much hardship to come here for? At a time like this—
At least welcome me with a smile, Morgan."
"..."
The imposing, icy aura around Morgan vanished.
She obediently nodded and murmured,