While Fujimaru Ritsuka was still dreaming, he felt as though something was licking his face.
At the same time, an alarm began to ring.
"Mmgh... Fou, Fou, stop it."
"Fou."
The white little beast that had been pushed away by his hand clearly had no intention of giving up on waking Fujimaru Ritsuka, so—
Awooo.
"Ah—!!!"
A scream tore through the white sky.
"Fou, what are you doing?!"
The hero who had saved the world sat upright in bed and caught the white little beast that had intended to bite him and flee.
"Fou! Fou!"
Fou struggled with all his might, but it was obvious he could not escape.
"Come to think of it, it's already this late? We played a little too late last Christmas."
Glancing at the still-ringing alarm, he kissed Fou, set the annoying little white animal beside his pillow, and turned off the alarm.
After changing clothes, putting on his shoes, and stretching with all the vigor of youth, Fujimaru Ritsuka placed Fou atop his head and walked out of his room.
As he passed the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the scenery outside Chaldea, he could not help stopping.
Outside Chaldea, the blizzard had returned, just as it had before.
Fujimaru Ritsuka unconsciously raised his right hand and placed it against the window. Using its reflection, he looked at the snowy landscape outside—and at himself within.
It was already over.
I'm officially a Fes-rank mage certified by the Clock Tower now, though I've already been relieved of my position.
All the Singularities had been eliminated, humanity's crisis had become a past no longer worth mentioning, and Spiritron Transfer—the clearly unfair ability to alter history—had been prohibited and completely frozen.
The Servants who had once been summoned had all departed as well.
The only Servants still remaining in