Chapter 854

Although the Inner Sea of the Planet of this planet has begun to be eroded, the Lostbelt is not a place that can be reached simply by falling down along the Spirit Tomb Albion.

If one wishes to reach the Fae Kingdom, which does not exist on this timeline, then one must first obtain technical assistance from the Atlas Institute.

Fortunately Shirou had accumulated some connections at Atlas Institute due to certain experiences in the past.

The Six Sources of Atlas, which are equivalent to two branches of the ancient nobility of the Twelve Lords of the Clock Tower—

Both Eltnam and Kudelis are willing to Shirou's plan.

"I must properly thank Sion and Latio when I get back, "Shirou thought to himself.

Ratiō Kudelis Hiram is the current head of the Kurdris Family.

She had previously attacked Shirou together with Ye Sizhen, the Thought Magus from the Spiral Pavilion, but they later reconciled.

They have all become Shirou's mistresses overseas, and they have come to London together to help him out.

As for Sion Eltnam West Asia.

This talented woman, who is expected to become the next head of the Atlas Institute, had spent some time as a disciple of Shirou, receiving training from him.

With the help of Magecraft from Atlas Institute, Magecraft from the Spiral Pavilion, and local Magecraft from Clock Tower.

Their ultimate goal is to complete the dimensional interference technology— Imaginary Number Dive —used to enable Lostbelt travel.

While not the first time in human history, this was the first time humanity had attempted a self-organized Lostbelt travel experiment.

Clearly, this is not a massive project that can be completed from scratch in just a few weeks.

Therefore, Shirou provided everyone with intelligence data on the Imaginary Number Dive from another world as a prototype.

He had long anticipated that this day might come.

Therefore, when Shirou had contact with "that Chaldea" in the past, he sought their assistance in this regard.

At the time, the Imaginary Number Dive Vessel (ShadowBorder) was a top secret that Chaldea had frozen, and even humanity's last Master knew nothing about it.

However, at Shirou's request, Chaldea still provided him with important top-secret technology and related experimental data.

Next time we meet, I must properly thank Dr. Roman and Miss Da Vinci...

After handing over the raw data for the Imaginary Number Dive Vessel to everyone, Shirou's preliminary preparations came to an end.

After that, I had no choice but to trust them.

Shirou was granted a short vacation, as he spent his last days in Pan-Human History.

Because Rin and Luvia are currently in an underground laboratory in the Clock Tower, working with everyone to complete the reverse engineering of the Imaginary Number Dive Vessel.

So Shirou could only wander around London alone every day.

I spent the whole day just spacing out in the square and feeding the pigeons.

As evening fell, Shirou returned to his hotel and saw a familiar figure at the door—

"Senior!!!"

"Huh?... Sakura?"

The woman who appeared there was Shirou's junior from high school, and also his wife who lived Educere Fuyuki City with him, Sakura Matou.

Like Azaka blooming in spring, she was endearing and gave Shirou a faint smile as she waved.

Just like Shirou and the others have grown over these twelve years, Sakura Matou is no longer the introverted high school girl she used to be.

A white shirt and a light purple long skirt, paired with a light-colored coat, accentuate her graceful figure with a mature charm, while maintaining a pure and innocent style.

Sakura Matou opened her arms and rushed into Shirou's embrace.

"My sister told me you'd be staying here for a while, so I came to London too."

"Huh... is that so?"

Shirou, who was pulled into Sakura Matou's arms, returned the embrace tightly.

At first, he didn't feel anything, but after not seeing Sakura for two weeks, Shirou felt that she had changed a lot.

In the past, she would never have taken the initiative to hug him in such a public place.

Who influenced this enthusiasm...? It couldn't be her sister, could it be Luvia?

"Wait a minute, Sakura... isn't it inappropriate for her to be outside?"

"What's wrong with that? I'm my senior's wife, can't I do this kind of thing?"

"It didn't say it wasn't allowed."

Nestled in Shirou's arms, Sakura Matou tilted her head back and cast a resentful glance, which Shirou denied.

Beside her, Rider, Sakura Matou's attendant, covered her mouth and chuckled.

As Servant, her appearance has not changed at all in ten years; she is still an intellectual beauty who can capture countless eyes when she walks down the street.

Today she was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt and jeans, with her long purplish-red hair and fuchsia sunglasses, her usual casual style.

In the past, Rider and Sakura Matou standing together would have been seen as guardian and ward, but now they look like sisters.

"Sakura's become quite affectionate, hasn't she?" Rider chuckled, seemingly unconcerned.

"Why don't you try to persuade her too?"

Rider raised an eyebrow and said, "It's because Shirou has too many women around him that Sakura feels threatened."

Her statement hit the nail on the head, leaving Shirou speechless.

For him, whose mistresses are all over the world, although he has tried his best to take care of everyone's feelings and allocate everyone's time, there are still situations like Sakura's where he cannot attend to her for a short period of time.

"Please don't say that, Rider."

Sakura Matou comfortably hugged Shirou while lifting her head from his embrace.

"I don't mind that my senior has many women around him, as long as he has a place for me in his heart."

I'm already so grateful that my senior is willing to love me; I'm already very happy... hehe."

"Cherry..."

"Senior?"

Sakura has indeed changed a lot; her personality is more cheerful and bolder than before.

Just like now, completely ignoring the strange looks from passersby, she surrendered her voluptuous body to Shirou with a look of ecstasy, and then slowly closed her eyes.

Shirou: "..."

Rider: "Our princess wants your kiss, Shirou."

She smiled mischievously.

Shirou: "Quiet down, Rider... honestly."

Even though they were in a public place, Shirou didn't intend to spoil his wife's mood and decided to respond to her coquettishness directly.

After a brief, suggestive kiss, Sakura Matou released her husband with a satisfied expression and then looked at Rider beside her.

Where's Rider?

What's wrong with me?

"Don't you want to get intimate with your senior? You were really looking forward to it on the way here."

"Well...!"

The stunningly beautiful woman, who had remained calm and composed until just moments before, suddenly showed signs of panic.

"Sakura, what's going on? Does Rider want to get intimate with me too?"

Shirou asked the question knowingly, with a mischievous expression.

"Of course, right? After all, Rider is your girlfriend, senpai." Sakura said with a smile.

"Gurgle..."

A blush appeared on Rider's intellectual face.

Just as Sakura Matou said, she was also one of Shirou's women.

Moreover, she has now remembered her true identity, Shirou also knows her true identity.

It was the girl who fought alongside Shirou in the Seventh Singularity—

"Ana, is that so?"

Shirou no longer calls her Rider, but instead uses the pseudonym she used to call her.

"Waaaaah... Sakura, wait a minute...!"

Seeing Rider acting coy, Sakura Matou walked behind her and gave her a push, shoving her into her husband's arms.

As Rider fell into Shirou's arms, he heard words coming from above.

"Ana has become petite too."

"Varied...!?"

Upon hearing this, Rider's eyes widened.

Upon closer examination, this makes perfect sense.

Influenced by her bullying sisters, she was instilled with the value that "small is beautiful".

She has always felt deeply inferior because of her height of over 170cm.

In front of the boy she was so fond of, this feeling of inferiority reached its peak.

Because Shirou was only 170cm tall in high school, which is shorter than her.

However, that's all in the past now.

Now, Rider, nestled in Shirou's arms, is as petite and cuddly as her name suggests.

Even a tall, beautiful woman who is 172cm tall looks pitiful next to Shirou.

"Shirou... I miss you so much in Fuyuki City..."

Rider's usual composure and maturity have long since vanished.

She felt her heart flutter like a young girl experiencing her first love, her breath quickening.

Shirou stroked her hair. "Me too, Ana..."

I did consider inviting you and Sakura over, but I think it's better not to trouble you.

"How could it be troublesome? I... I'm Shirou's woman..."

"Just say the word, Shirou, and I'll come right away, no matter where you are..."

Rider buried her face in Shirou's collarbone and kissed his neck affectionately.

The scene resembled a witch craving blood.

Although Rider has given up his perverse pleasure of drinking blood, he has become increasingly addicted to Shirou's scent.

Then, Sakura Matou looked at the two of them with a kind smile.

But at this critical moment, a new female voice came to pour cold water on things.

"Amamiya... you... even a playboy has his limits, right? I really misjudged you back then, sigh."

Shirou turned around and saw another familiar face.

"Ayako, I didn't expect you to be in London too."

"I'm so sorry, this annoying fellow is here too."

The people who appeared were Shirou's classmates from high school.

She is the only woman Rin Tohsaka can call a friend at school, and also a senior member of the Archery Club where Sakura Matou belongs— Ayako Mitsuzuri.

During her school days, she was outstanding in figure, appearance, and personality. She was always the second most popular student in the school, second only to Rin Tohsaka. Now, her beauty has become even more refined with the passage of time.

"Hehe... How could Ayako be a nuisance?"

Rider, nestled in Shirou's arms, turned her head and gave Ayako a predatory, snake-like expression.

"Well..."

Feeling threatened, Ayako Mitsuzuri unconsciously took a step back.