Natalia turned to Shirou. "Hehe, now that I think about it, it's kind of funny...
After seeing you, Shirou, I suddenly remembered that little brat for some reason.
It's been so many years, and I've almost forgotten what he looked like.
Could it be because you were also raised by a succubus?"
Shirou didn't know the reason either.
But after hearing the woman's recollection, he suddenly felt something strange as well.
Natalia's troubles weren't hers alone. He couldn't simply leave her to deal with them by herself.
"...For a long time, I lived a bloody life alone, for so long that I even forgot I was lonely.
So, that feeling of living and fighting alongside someone who felt like family... I suppose I miss it a little."
Natalia suddenly said without warning, "Shirou, once this incident is over, would you like to come with me?"
Shirou: "..."
She only needed to glance at his reaction to know the answer immediately.
"I see. Just pretend I never said that.
Sorry for making you listen to me ramble first thing in the morning..."
Natalia stretched with a long, drawn-out "Mmm~~~."
Her loose white undershirt stretched with her, further accentuating the curves of her young, sensual body.
"People become sentimental as they get older... Don't let appearances fool you. I'm actually very old, you know?
I'm old enough to be Shirou's grandmother. I've only kept this appearance because of my mixed-blood heritage."
Natalia leaned against the pillow and spoke lazily.
"If Shirou hadn't happened to show up this time, I definitely would've died here.
I really am getting old. If that's the case, then perhaps it's time.
I've decided—once I finish this job, I'm retiring!"
Shirou broke into a nervous sweat. "Hey, that's a death flag."
"Haha! It's fine. You have a look