(Dirty, nausea, somebody...)

The time of the event is night.

The reason for taking a good afternoon is that most people are excited and the lights may be turned off later.

However, since the owner of the house might have hung up, it doesn't matter.

I thought so until the doorbell was ringed.

With blood stains on his body, a little girl who ran so hard that she couldn't even breathe appeared at the door and said.

"Save, save..."

What I want to say goes without saying.

"Okay, where is the criminal?"

"Nany?"

--point--

“…”

The boy who gradually became awake was called Shirou Emiya.

He was just a half-skilled magician.

"Now is a guy who is comparable to Makuro and has full power in loli control."

“Wow!!!”

When Shirou saw the cold face and voice acting in front of him, he almost jumped away.

"Cheng, Chengsang? Why, how could it be you!"

"Who else can I be if it's not me?" Toono Makoto kept sitting and looked at Shirou who was panicked. "Who else can you not have to sleep at night and you are happy to look at you, but who else can besides me?"

"Ah, thank you, thank you..."

"No, there is no need to thank you at all." Makoto clapped Shirou, "Dragging the half-dead body and the physically incapable little girl, you escaped by yourself when I thought you were dead."

“!…”

Shirou finally remembered what happened and looked at his left hand.

The arm that was hurriedly wrapped in the holy skeleton cloth again, which was not fully controlled.

“Um…”

Everything that flowed in from the archer's arm was slowly eroding the body.

Even if it matches it, it’s a body of a hero, so it’s still too difficult for humans to use it.

If there was a year to adjust, Shirou Emiya might be able to master it, but in order to protect Iriya from berserker, he forced the power to be used.

It's not like toxins or something, but simply being forced to overwhelmed by the return of magic power that exceeds one's own reserves.

That is, the deficiency will not be supplemented.

It might have taken a year to adjust, but now it takes a year to suppress it.

Then, it will probably die.

"Haha...that's about the same time as Iriya's... Sure enough, it's better not to say anything randomly..."

Shirou Emiya was so self-deprecating and then endured the pain on his arm.

Because it was a temporary stitching performed by the priest in the wild, there were still terrible traces at the interface, as if they would fall off at any time.

However, the essence of the body is completely connected to the body. If it is removed now, the consequences may be even more terrible or perhaps even more serious.

"Shirou, what's wrong with you? Is the wound hurting again?"

Iriya's voice immediately rang out from Shirou.

"Wow!! When did you come here!!!"

"Shirou is my servant! Of course I will know when you wake up!"

"Yeah, ah..."

"But you screamed like that just now, everyone should wake up."

In a sense, the sincerity of interrupting is a little ignorant.

"Well…"

"Ah, Shirou's injury..."

"Ah, it's already fine."

Because the contract's scabbard was broken and spontaneously helped the host, there was no need to worry about physical trauma.

Only the asymmetrical magic in the body is like the blade that constantly penetrates into the blood vessels of the body. This is also useless in regeneration, and it just turns the slow over-evolution into a sudden explosion of one day.

"Wait a minute, Shirou."

Iriya gently grabbed Shirou's hand and closed his eyes.

"Why?"

Relying on the magic power transmitted by contract somewhat delayed the magic power that desperately poured into the body.

However, that's all. No matter how support you have, Shirou Emiya only has dozens of magic reserves, and Iriya's help can only be used as a painkiller.

"Well, forget it, since I finally got home, then Iriya should taste my cooking skills!"

Deciding to forget about this, Shirou Emiya immediately said to Ilya with a smile, no matter what kind of miserable appearance he had returned yesterday.

"Ahhh, then you forget it, and then you will die ignorantly with your messy body."

A very beautiful but very despised voice came from behind Ilya.

The black girl appeared from the shadows with an unsettling smile.

"Ah, that..."

Shirou remembered that the other party seemed to be a very dangerous Death Pillager, although he didn't look like him on the outside.

"Can I pinch your face? Your current appearance reminds me of Yiwen."

"Can't."

Alter Luqi, who had a dark face, was very restrained and did not bombard anything at Toono Makoto.

“…What a pity.”

"What a pity!!!"

Such a conversation is indeed impossible to tell.

--point--

In the morning, Tosaka Rin dragged her body for half a night, and she was not fully awake, and got up under the stimulation of the biological clock.

After all, it is different from those who seem to know there will be a situation but gather to take a nap in the afternoon. Although you can maintain sanity even if you lack sleep, if you don’t supplement enough, everything from skin to magic level to deposits will be harmful.

"Student Tosaka, what do you want to eat for breakfast?"

"Ah, I want to..."

Stagnation.

There should be a serious injury in front of me, and everything was normal around the kitchen skirt.

[...]

[Isn't he dead at any time...]

A lot of expert diagnosis results.

"Hey, why are you here?"

I asked a question unconsciously.

"Ah, my body has recovered almost, come..."

"It's almost restored? You're dying, stupid!"

He threw the knife in his seat directly over.

"Very, very dangerous!"

Shiro Emiya who avoided the knife looked like he complained.

"The Servant who casually killed others and illegally occupied his arm..."

"Ah, it was Archer himself who agreed, and his contract has been broken from Tosaka..."

"Who did I use up all the spell!!!"

Then there are plates and forks.

"Hey! Hey, the plate will break..."
To be continued...