Shirou's Grand Heroic Saga

"But can you listen to my wish first?"

"A wish?"

"Yes. Before that, I'd like to hear your wishes first. Lancer, shall we start with you?" Amakusa asked.

Lancer shook his head. "I have no wish. If I had to name one, it would be for my Master to survive. That alone is enough."

Though his words had been cut off somewhat, Amakusa did not mind and turned to Rider.

"Rider, then what is your wish?"

"A wish?" Rider fell into thought. "To fight, to enjoy myself in battle. If I really had to say it, then perhaps it would be..."

To be with Archer.

It was a wish he was somewhat embarrassed to say aloud.

Archer shook her head helplessly. "Rider, I've come to understand your character these past few days. You're a good boy, but we're not from the same era. I'm a whole generation older than you."

"Age isn't a problem," Rider said stubbornly.

"Then Archer, what is your wish?" Amakusa interrupted Rider before he could continue. He had already realized that Rider had basically decided not to let Archer go.

"A wish?" Archer glanced at Amakusa warily. One stroke of the Command Spell was gone. She then looked at Assassin, who had lowered his hand helplessly and was glaring at Amakusa in displeasure.

This did not seem to be a conspiracy. Amakusa Shirou had already guaranteed the safety of the few of them.

"I hope that every child can receive love. I was abandoned as a child and raised by the Moon God. So I hope that those abandoned children, those children who have never received love, can all obtain it."

"Big sis..." Achilles truly had not expected Atalanta to have such a wish.

He suddenly understood what Atalanta had meant before.

In her eyes, he