"Then your wife must be a woman with an absolutely terrible personality, right?" the Assyrian Empress asked rhetorically, propping up her delicate chin.
"That's true, but even so, I..."
Shirou left the sentence unfinished. Semiramis had already sensed everything from his expression.
"...Hehe."
The Poison Empress revealed a meaningful, enchanting smile.
If I had met you while I was still alive, what kind of life would I have led...
Semiramis as a Queen Consort, rather than an Empress...
Come to think of it, that might not have been so bad...
Assassin contentedly narrowed her eyes and vanished as particles of light.
After that, he went to bid farewell to Atalanta and Mordred as well.
The Black Huntress tightly embraced the red-haired boy and buried her face against him, taking several deep breaths.
When she raised her head, a resolute determination filled her wild yet beautiful features.
"Even if it's the end of the world, I'll definitely go find you again and fulfill the promise between us."
In other words, Shirou had become her prey—
One day, she would find this man again, then force him to impregnate her with an adorable child.
Shirou felt that if it was Atalanta, she might really come knocking one day.
So after returning, he should probably give Eiri and the others a heads-up first.
"Father King, I..."
Shirou placed his hand on her shoulder.
"If you happen to meet your sister in the future, make up with her, all right?"
"Huh? I won't... Fine, fine! I'll make up with her! You're going to crush my shoulder!"
Mordred pouted aggrievedly while rubbing her shoulder.
"Then I'm leaving, Father King!"
Mordred grinned as she melted into the night, leaving Shirou alone.
After bidding farewell to his comrades, he returned to his Master.