"Wallace..." Berserker spoke a name.
Then he looked at Shirou again.
"Thank you."
With those words of thanks, the card instantly sprang out of Berserker's body, while Berserker's original body turned into a doll-like form.
This time, Berserker was truly dead—dead beyond all doubt, with no chance whatsoever of reviving and giving Shirou another vicious cleave.
"Berserker..." Lancer stepped forward and crouched before the doll. "Now you can rest in peace, right?"
"So your name was Wallace?"
"Yeah."
Lancer nodded. "Probably. If Berserker said it, it shouldn't be wrong. I don't remember my own name anymore. I only remembered that I had a friend like that, who obtained a card like this. Sadly, I'd even forgotten his name. Yet even after he took Berserker's card and underwent Mad Enhancement, he still remembered me."
Shirou opened his mouth, but at that moment, he could not say anything at all.
All words were superfluous—useless and meaningless. Lancer had lost most of his memories, and now he had to lose his closest friend as well.
"So my name was Wallace. No wonder I could run so fast!"
All that emotion had been wasted. How could this guy be so heartless?!
Take this, Bloodied Hound!
"To be honest, there's nothing much to be sad about. Berserker died before I did—that's something worth being glad about. His soul was able to find release sooner, so I can rest easy too."
After saying that, Lancer paused.
It would be a lie to say he was not sad, but at least he could not show such an ugly face when his best friend departed.
"Help me find a priest."
Author's Note:
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And I realized that no one had even mailed me any razor blades. My story had been bookmarked so many times, yet I hadn't received a single blade...
Was my updating really that conscientious? (grin)
Roll On, Mapo!
"When are you making lunch, Archer?" Lancer lounged against the table, playing the PS4 Shirou had projected.
"Making lunch is impossible. It'll never happen in this lifetime."
Shirou casually countered, knocking the character Lancer controlled flat onto the ground. "You're so bad it hurts to watch. Next!"
"Yes, Senpai!"
Lancer slid down limply like a salted fish that had lost all its dreams. Without games to play, he was going to die.
"Can't you just go cook something, Archer? Archer!"
"Please! This is my one and only request in this life!"
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