Chapter 930
"You are... me? Huh!?"
Artoria Caster stared blankly at Artoria Avalon, clutching her head and letting out a bewildered scream.
"Someone tell me, what on earth happened?!?"
Volume 11: Chapter 542 Shirou, Resurrection
"..."
Artoria stared wide-eyed at the blonde girl who had appeared before her.
Long golden hair, and exquisite beauty.
A sharp gaze, a meticulous expression, and the sword inscription on his forehead.
No matter how you look at it, this girl is herself.
Although she knew very well that Queen Morgan in her youth and King Arthur in Pan-Human History both had similar appearances to her—but they were different, not quite the same.
Because it was her own affair, the girl understood it at a single glance.
This girl isn't some king from Parallel World; "she" is "me."
No, no, no, let's put the girl's matter aside for now; there's something more important to do—
"... Shirou?"
The silence was broken by the Fae Queen nestled in the arms of the white-haired youth.
She stroked the man's cheek, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Am I... dreaming?"
The Fae Queen asked.
Although she did not witness Shirou's death, she had sensed Shirou presence disappear from this world several days earlier.
No matter how you search.
Even using all the Water Mirror in Britain, not a single trace of Shirou could be found.
So when the Child of Prophecy told her about Shirou's death, she was already mentally prepared—prepared to die alongside that person.
However, just as Morgan was about to disappear into the warm light of the holy sword—
He appeared.
Shirou appeared before her in exactly the same way he had back then.
Don't worry, this isn't a dream.
Shirou reached out and touched Morgan's silver hair, smiling as he said, "Morgan, your lips are a little purple, are you alright?"
"!!!"
Morgan Shirou punched him in the chest.
"You... idiot!"
The Queen of Winter, who has maintained a cold and rational expression for 2000 years and has long forgotten what a smile is.
At that moment, she was overcome with emotion, her eyes wide with anger, and tears streamed down her face.
"How... did you agree to that... with me back then!?"
"Didn't you say... you'd come back safely... to get me?!"
"Why... why... again... act so recklessly and without authorization!?"
Morgan pounded Shirou's chest while crying to him.
Shirou:"..."
He, who had just been grinning, could only stand frozen in place, letting Morgan vent his emotions.
"Waaaaah... You idiot... You big idiot... Have you ever considered how the person who's been waiting for you feels?!"
Even when Shirou had just returned to the Fae Kingdom and met her, Morgan had never shown such strong and excited emotions.
That's because in the long years since this person left, the only thing she learned was patience.
Now, the Queen no longer tolerated it, but instead unleashed all the anger and complaints that had been suppressed in her heart for so long.
Shirou was speechless and could only stroke her hair to soothe her emotions.
"... that."
Shirou looked up and saw Artoria, who looked completely bewildered, and she spoke in a timid voice.
She probably wanted to ask something, but the current situation was too chaotic to know where to begin.
"... Huh?"
Artoria noticed that Shirou had opened his other arm towards her.
That gesture and expression...
No matter how you look at it, it seems to say, "You can also cuddle and act cute like Morgan, right?"
The Child of Prophecy pointed to himself, Shirou nodded, his eyes seeming to say, "Yes, come on."
"..."
The Paradise Fae bypassed the "mysterious Artoria" who appeared with Shirou, and came to Shirou's side, and then-
She stood on tiptoe, raised her fist, and punched the man in the face.
"Ouch, that hurts...!"
Shirou was caught off guard and fell backward.
"Are you alright, Shirou? Let me treat you!"
Morgan immediately looked flustered, rubbed Shirou's slapped cheek, and then glared fiercely at the culprit.
"Tsk... Artoria! What did you do to my husband?"
How barbaric... Are you from the boar clan?
"No, I'm just trying to make sure I'm not dreaming."
Artoria looked at her hands: unlike when she communicated with Shirou in spirit form before, these hands had a very distinct feel.
The girl murmured incredulously, "She really came back to life..."
She walked towards the white-haired youth.
Shirou had just been unexpectedly punched and instinctively stepped back, while Morgan hurriedly shielded him behind her.
"Shirou!!!"
"Don't come any closer... Ahhh...!!"
Morgan was knocked away by Artoria rushed over, while Shirou was tackled to the ground by her.
"Thank goodness... really... thank goodness... you're not dead... waaaaah... waaaah!"
The Paradise Fae buried her face in Shirou's chest, as if to confirm his presence.
Once she was certain again that Shirou was truly alive, Artoria began to sob like Morgan.
"Waaah... I was already prepared..."
"I had already accepted reality and decided to say goodbye to Shirou with a smile... but then..."
Give me back my tears... You idiot, you idiot, you idiot, you idiot!
So, did they say goodbye while crying or while smiling?
"Stop nagging! I'll never be fooled by you again!"
Artoria muttered something and hugged Shirou even tighter.
Shirou's face was inches away from his; their eyes met.
In the somewhat awkward atmosphere, Artoria suddenly froze.
The Paradise Fae, who was still immersed in the duet of sadness and joy, seemed to remember something.
That's right, it was the declaration of love I shouted out when I said goodbye to Shirou—
"..."
Artoria's face flushed bright red, and her expression gradually became awkward due to excessive shyness.
Just then, a cold voice rang out.
"Artoria, how long do you intend to keep holding onto my husband?"
"N-I'm sorry...!"
The Child of Prophecy sprang off Shirou like a startled rabbit.
Shirou was just about to get up from the ground—this time Morgan pounced on him.
As if trying to wipe away the scent Artoria left on Shirou, Morgan pouted and rubbed her face against his chest.
About half an hour passed after that.
Morgan and Artoria finally calmed down.
Shirou sat up from the ground, while Morgan wrapped her arms around his neck like a pendant.
It's hard to imagine that the cold-blooded Queen of the Fae Kingdom would do something so childish; she's acting like a little girl worried that her parents will abandon her.
Artoria's initial sobbing expression turned to speechlessness, and then, although it seemed like a helpless, bitter smile, she did indeed smile.
Nestled in Shirou's arms, Morgan spoke, "My husband, what is going on?"
No matter how I searched, I couldn't feel your magic... What is this...?
This guy... naturally started calling me "husband," Shirou thought, but it sounded pretty good, so he let it go.
Artoria was equally confused.
Not only that, but another thing that puzzled her was the blonde fairy girl who appeared with Shirou.
Shirou began his explanation. "I did indeed die back in the Inner Sea of the Planet."
"What!?"
Artoria exclaimed in surprise, but Morgan seemed to have known this all along and was not very surprised.
In other words, Shirou died once in the Inner Sea of the Planet and was resurrected.
But... how exactly did they do it?
A complete resurrection—that's a miracle beyond True Magic.
Not to mention Artoria, even Morgan couldn't have imagined it.
"Speaking of which, who is this child...?"
Morgan looked at the mysterious blonde girl and asked.
"Oh, right... let me introduce her, her name is Artoria Avalon."
Shirou exchanged a glance with the blonde girl and then said:
"She is a being like the terminal of a holy sword, born from Artoria Caster's memories, experiences, spirit, and so on, having made a contract with me."
Even if she's not the best, she's still Paradise Fae. Artoria immediately understood what Shirou meant.
With her mouth slightly agape, she asked, "Did you meet in the Inner Sea of the Planet? Did she save you?"
"... How could that be?"
Artoria Avalon, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke.
I've known Shirou for much, much longer than you have.
Huh?