Emiya folded his arms and looked at Aventurine. "Well, Master, I suppose it's time to say goodbye."
"I have to say, your taste in clothes could use some work, but as your Servant, I'm glad I got to fight alongside you in this Holy Grail War."
"Beneath all the grand talk and flashy accessories, I could see someone who refused to give up..."
"Ahem." Aventurine cleared his throat.
"Could we skip the psychoanalysis while we're saying goodbye?"
"And when it comes to fashion, you're hardly one to talk."
Emiya nodded slightly and went on with an easy smile.
"I do wonder why I, a guardian of humanity, was summoned to a world with no Counter Force..."
"But perhaps a world like this is precisely the one that needs heroes."
A faint smile touched his stern face, and he vanished before their eyes.
Altria turned to Yan Huan with a faint smile and handed him a long, narrow scabbard.
"In the next Holy Grail War, use this as a catalyst to summon the uncorrupted me."
"Huh? You can give me things?"
Yan Huan took the scabbard in both hands and examined it from every angle.
"Isn't your body made of Memoria? I probably can't take this scabbard out of the dream, either..."
"That's enough." Altria brushed a hand over her dark sleeve and smiled playfully.
"Of course, if you prefer me as I am now, you can always think of some strange wishes during the summoning ritual."
The last glimmer of light faded, and the tyrannical king vanished with it...
With that scabbard, though, the Servant for the next Holy Grail War seemed all but decided.
"Huh?" March 7th, standing nearby, stared at the object in Yan Huan's hands.
"How come you got a gift?"
"Can Heroic Spirits give gifts to