"If that really happens, doesn't that mean we'll get to experience unprecedented threats and invasions!?"
Smack!
Leonardo da Vinci suddenly slammed a fist into her palm.
Thwack!!!
"Ow!"
"What the hell are you doing?"
Lawrence withdrew his fist and glared at Leonardo da Vinci.
"Well, well, let's not talk about that for now. Our communication time is almost up, so I'll keep this brief!"
"We've already captured your coordinates. Next, all we need is proof of your existence!"
"So that we can bring you and Kotarou back. Ah, and that Sakumura fellow too—are you planning to return?"
Leonardo da Vinci looked curiously at Saber Sakumura.
"...No, forget it."
Sakumura fell silent for two seconds before finally shaking his head.
"Once the mission is over, just let me return to the Throne."
"With my current Spirit Origin, I probably can't undergo Spiritron Transfer anyway."
He looked at his own hand, his eyes complicated.
That sentence.
[Your mission is not yet complete.]
Who had said those words to him?
And why had the name Okita Soji remained in his mind?
"Mr. Sakumura, are you really not planning to return to Chaldea with us?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka looked up at Sakumura.
"If you want to remember me, then look at my Assassin self."
Sakumura froze for a moment, then gave a somewhat weary smile. His rough hand came to rest atop Fujimaru Ritsuka's head, gently stroking it once.
"They're merely different periods of one person's life. Everything this Spirit Origin of mine has experienced is better off fading away."
"Right, so it's still the two of you returning, correct? In any case, we've already begun the preparations on our end."
"The regrettable part is that the communication is terribly unstable right now. Who knows when we'll be able to connect again."
"But—we've firmly memorized