"Looks like this won't be settled anytime soon."
"That child really hates to lose."
Adelson looked at Shirou Emiya and spoke with a smile.
"Not wanting to lose is a good thing... probably."
Anno did not know what else to say.
"But you said—the shield is the Round Table?"
Adelson glanced at Anno.
"Yes. At the same time, it is also the weapon of my grandson, Galahad."
"I never expected Shirou to project something like this at a time like this."
Anno sighed softly, his tone carrying an emotion that could not be called joy, nor anything else.
He was not particularly surprised that Shirou had projected something related to the Knights of the Round Table. After all, ever since he had been summoned, Shirou Emiya had constantly asked him about the Knights of the Round Table—legends had always been alluring, especially when that legend was right beside you.
Boys all loved stories of knights: kingdoms, kings, evil dragons, knights. Everything about them seemed so clichéd, yet so fresh.
—In the end, Shirou had been influenced by him.
That was a good thing.
Anno was certain of that.
Kiritsugu Emiya had adopted a good child. That was another fact he was certain of.
"I heard that you intend to go to Europe to search for traces of your parents?"
This time, Anno was the one asking Adelson a question.
"Ah... yeah."
Adelson froze for a moment, as though he had not expected Anno to ask that, then nodded.
"Mr. Anno should know about my father and mother. I want to bring my mother back to the Throne of Heroes."
"I want to resurrect my mother."
Adelson said it bluntly.
"My mother was a great woman. She was not only an outstanding daughter, wife, and mother, but also an artist whose