The world is restarting

Not to mention that Sawada Lolita set a standard to the classic fg, after she finished explaining, her servant looked down at her for a while, then raised her hand and rubbed her cheek like a comforting animal head.

Sawada Ya: "?"

Although she didn't know why, but seeing that Arthur didn't seem to want to pursue this matter any further, little Lori was slightly relieved.

Not long after lingering in the library, when the snow outside became lighter, Sawada Ya and Arthur went back to the church together.

This evening's dinner is still cooked by His Royal Highness King Arthur.

To be honest, at the beginning, no one expected that this famous king in history would have cooking skills comparable to that of a five-star chef, and his housekeeping ability was almost as high as his star rating as a Heroic Spirit... and I was very adaptable to it, which led to When everyone saw him entering the kitchen, they were shivering on pins and needles at the beginning to getting used to sitting and waiting for feeding.

Even before the decisive battle, some feelings of reluctance have arisen. After all, this is a meal cooked by His Royal Highness King Arthur himself!Eat less than one meal, what he won't be able to eat when he returns to the Seat of Heroes after the Holy Grail War!

Hiroki Sawada withdrew from the sea of ​​data, rubbed his temples and walked into the living room, and saw his little sister sitting on the sofa holding a book and waiting for dinner.

The silver-haired little loli read a book obediently exuding a cute and healing atmosphere, and Hiroki smiled unconsciously.There were only the two of them in the huge living room, and he casually asked as he walked over, "Mi, where are the others?"

"Arthur is in the kitchen, my brother is upstairs, Conan went to find him, and Mr. Ncer..." Little Lori closed her eyes and felt for a moment, "Well, it's on the roof."

Sawada Hiroki: "..."

No matter how many times he felt that his little sister's ability to use herself as a search radar was miraculous.

"Just now Arthur said that it's time to prepare dinner, but Mr. Ncer has not moved, I don't know if he can't get down." Little Loli continued with some trouble.

Speaking of which, Heroic Spirits really don't need to eat, Saber-dono just sits at the table with them every time, it's just a habit and the master's request.

After Ncer came to their side, he naturally broke the contract with the original master, and the new person who made a contract with him was Hiroki.

The young man thought about it thoughtfully, and felt that as a master, he still needs to care about his heroic spirit, "Well, I'll go up and call him."

By evening, the sudden heavy snow had stopped.

The sky is still foggy, there is no moon or planetesimals, and thick clouds cover the entire sky like a cover.But the light outside was not too dim, the snow covered the ground and rubble was white and bright, and the light coming back was enough to illuminate the field of vision, so Hiroki found the tall figure sitting on the eaves without much effort .

"Mr. Ncer," he walked over stepping on the snow on the tiles, shivering from the high-altitude cold wind.

"Your Excellency Saber has already prepared the meal, Mr. Ncer, come down with me quickly."

The tall figure sat there without moving, until he stepped on the slippery snow layer and walked to his side, only to hear the other party's deep voice.

"Heroic spirits don't need to eat."

"That's the way it is said, no

The meaning of overeating is not only to replenish energy, but the process of eating is also very important? "

Hiroki thought for a while and persuaded.After all, if you say this, it's not just the heroic spirit, as an AI, he doesn't need to eat.

For him, the process of eating is more important than the purpose. What is really important is that everyone gets together. He thinks that His Royal Highness King Arthur might think the same way, otherwise he wouldn’t just sit down as soon as his sister mentions it. up.

"If that's the case, you shouldn't let me go down and disturb you."

He seemed to speak out his thoughts unconsciously, and then heard the low voice of the hero beside him, "Do you want your family to sit at the same table with a monster for dinner?"

Hong Shu was stunned when he heard the words, "Mr. Ncer, you..."

... would you think so?

He wanted to ask this question, but he couldn't say it. His brain, which is superior to any supercomputer in the world, has quickly retrieved all the information about "Frankenstein's monster", and then quickly understood what he would say. s reason.

The heroic spirit in front of him rejected human beings' close conditioned reflex, which was almost a self-protective alert, but he really couldn't be blamed for it.

When this monster without a name was created, he opened his heart and wanted to accept the world kindly, but the world returned him indifference and hostility.His creator abandoned him, and others regarded him as a monster. He learned human language and knowledge, tried to help and rescue others, but was disgusted and hurt by the people he saved, and rejected and hostile by human society.

He is an alien who will never be able to blend into the crowd, shrouded in loneliness and pain, without companions, and without a home.

Hiroki Sawada scratched his hair and looked at the figure in front of him as silent as a rock standing on a cliff for thousands of years.

He thought about it, and felt that he should really respect his wishes, so he scratched his hair and said, "Okay then."

The footsteps behind him left slowly, followed by the sound of going downstairs, and it didn't take long for them to merge with the voices of the people in the living room below.

The superior sense of hearing that belonged to the heroic spirit even allowed him to hear the doubtful inquiry of the little girl below.

"Can't Lancer come down?"

The "beep" of the flames burning in the fireplace, the smoke from the kitchen, and the movement and conversation of the boys coming downstairs to gather together to move tables and chairs, although it is only a temporary stronghold, in this end of London There is a warmth of home in the city.

The warmth is like a ray of warm orange light leaking from the window of a happy family, falling on the travelers passing by on the snow-covered street outside, giving him a rare comfort in this long cold night.

[They are still children, Mr. Lancer, children are the most receptive. 】

[Even if you have given up trying, it is still possible to take a look from a distance.Besides, since you have been chosen by the Holy Grail, do you really think you have no wishes? 】

Lancer's thoughts drifted away, and he didn't pay attention to what the children below said.

His eyes fell on the city of London under his feet. He was not born here, but he was very familiar with it.His real "creator" Mary Shelley is an Englishman, and even the time when she wrote "Frankenstein" was a few decades ago for this world.

Heroic spirits born from literary works will have the same question. If the world they once lived in is just a book, and their life is just a story written by someone for the entertainment of the world, then the memory engraved in their minds constitutes their personality. Is he even a false existence?

"Who am I?" This ancient philosophical problem is not an illusory thought for them, but a real question about their own existence.

It’s just that most of the beings who can become heroic spirits have tough temperaments. Even if they know that their own world is just a book, they will not be troubled by the problem of reality and falsehood for long. But most of them can frankly say "Since I exist, it is true".

The same is true for Lancer, even if the world is false, the experience he remembers is still real to him.

Whether it is the harm he has received or the harm he has given to others, it is all true.

"lancer."

The heroic spirit suddenly came back to his senses from the deep sea-like memories, and finally heard the sound of footsteps coming behind him when he reacted.Then the man came over naturally, put a heavy food box between the two of them, and opened it.

A puff of heat rose in the icy air.

"Do you like Japanese food? Saber also made onigiri today. He said it was his first time making rice balls, but I don't think there is any need to worry about it. His cooking skills are absolutely guaranteed. There is also sukiyaki, but that can't be served, so I put a little beef and radish separately..."

"..."

Lancer looked at his master and introduced the food that he brought up to a small open table one by one, and urged earnestly, "Eat quickly, or it will get cold in a while."

The child's eyes were very bright, and he didn't look away when he saw his face, as naturally as if the person sitting in front of him was just an ordinary companion.

[They are all good boys, Mr. Lancer. 】

What the ruler once said rang in his mind again.

Frankenstein's monster said quietly, "You don't have to..."

"It's okay." Before he could finish his refusal, the young master had already sat down beside him and picked up a rice ball, "Actually, I'm not a human being either. It was also 'created' by man."

"Besides, the scenery above is pretty good. Occasionally, I think it's good to eat in another place. I know that Yingling doesn't need to eat, so Mr. Lancer will just treat it as eating with me."

After he finished speaking, he really stopped looking at him, but turned his gaze to London below.

With his slender fingers, he pulled down the scarf that covered half of his face, and took a bite of the rice ball with the other hand. The boy's face became whiter in the snow light, and his expression was frank and calm.

The aroma of food spread in the breath of ice and snow, as if it brought up the temperature downstairs. Lancer was silent for a moment, and finally reached out and took out a rice ball from the food box.

It seems that the more important the exam, the more you need to relax and rest. The children in the game lived very peacefully that night. No one mentioned the gate of hell on the other side of London. Even Conan went to bed early .

Of course, "going to bed early" is just the pace of human beings who need to recharge their batteries, and Heroic Spirits don't have that need.

So Sawada Ya woke up in the middle of the night and went downstairs to find water in a daze. She was not startled when she saw the figure in front of the living room window. Instead, she greeted very naturally, "Lancer, good evening."

"……good evening."

The heroic spirit in front of the window watched the little girl close her eyes and continue walking towards the table as if she was sleepwalking. She moved slowly and perfectly dodged the obstacles on the way, as if she could see it, picked up the cup and poured water. The movements were also very smooth, Lancer couldn't tell for a while whether she was too sensitive to the outside world, so she closed her eyes and was lazy, or she really didn't wake up and was sleepwalking.

If it was an adult, he probably wouldn't care about it, but the fluffy cub can still arouse some love, even if it is an artificial human.

"Did you wake up in the middle of the night?"

"Well," the little girl nodded, finally opened her eyes to look at him out of politeness, and muttered, "I had a nightmare... Well, no, it doesn't seem to count?"

Holding the cup, she froze in place, her mind seemed to be re-immersed in that long and disorderly dream.

Lancer confirmed that she was awake and had the ability to protect herself, and didn't ask her what she dreamed about.And at this time, he felt a wave of spiritual power in the air, so he didn't need to worry about the other heroic spirit in the church who had been following his master as a spirit son.

So he didn't say anything more, the little girl came back to her senses after being dazed for a while, put the cup back on the table, and said obediently, "I'm going back to sleep, good night, Lancer."

"Good night."

He watched the child turn around and walk towards the stairs, when she passed the glass window at the top of the stairs, she stopped suddenly, as if remembering something, the silver-haired little girl stood in the light and turned her head.

"Lancer, don't worry, your wish will come true."

She blinked and said softly, "I see it."