I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

Unexamined.

feel sleepy.

Half asleep and half awake, the door opened with a "squeak" sound.

Two women, one tall and one short, who looked like sisters, walked into the room. The taller one was carrying a basin of water, and the short one was holding a towel in her hand.

Sensing the unusual movement, Shen Er raised his eyelids as if conditioned: "It's you."

Although the sound was very soft, because the room was very quiet, it did not escape the ears of the two people. They quickly put down what they were holding and gathered around.

"Ah, master, you're awake."

"How are you feeling? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

"How long have I been unconscious?"

After using the Ishtar War Gun as a medium to use the Fantasy Collapse, Shinji, who had exhausted both his magic power and physical strength, fell directly into a coma and lost his perception of the outside world.

"Three whole days," Arturia replied.

"Three days?"

Holding the mattress with both hands and sitting up with strength, Shinji found that the injuries on his body had healed. It's just that the physical injuries have healed, but the mental injuries have become more and more serious as time goes by.

"It's been three days. Has anything happened during this time?"

Joan of Arc shook her head: "No, we concentrated on the city of Milenia to regroup, and controlled the aerial courtyard over there to stop at the sea."

"Is that so? Does that mean nothing was done over there? This is really strange."

"Strange? What's strange?"

"Isn't it strange? It's been three days. It's been three days. Even I can collect enough servant souls to activate the Great Holy Grail, let alone that guy."

"Master!"

Hearing Shenji's sinister words, Arturia couldn't help but darken her expression.

"How can you say such a thing? Do you also want the world to be destroyed?"

"Ah." Realizing his gaffe, Shenji gave himself a hard slap, "I'm sorry."

"Assassin, what's wrong with you? You don't look like your usual self at all."

Staring into Jeanne's quiet and peaceful blue eyes, the mania in Shenji's heart subsided.

"Perhaps I still can't accept the reality. I have done so much and calculated so much, but in the end it is all in vain - doesn't this mean that everything I have done before is meaningless?"

"No, what you did was not pointless."

Jeanne leaned down and gently held Shinji's hand with her own.

"If it weren't for your efforts, we might have died; if it weren't for your efforts, the Great Holy Grail might have been activated; if it weren't for your efforts, we might not have had a chance to counterattack - all of this is because of you. So, you don’t need to blame yourself like this, really.”

Normally, if Jeanne treated him like this, Shinji would definitely jump up with joy, but now, without Justeza, he could only force out a smile:

"Thank you for your comfort, Joan of Arc, thank you."

"That's not comfort."

Arturia held Shinji's hand in the same way as Jeanne, with burning eyes.

"We are serious. The world has not been destroyed yet, thanks to your efforts, Master."

"But I didn't do anything."

"No, you-"

At this time, the door was pushed open again, and a third face carved from a mold poked in.

"Father, ruler, Miss Fiore, please—uh!"

As he was about to speak, the door burst open.

As the red thunder surged, the brilliant King Sword was summoned, accompanied by an angry roar.

"You bastard!!!"

The man and two women in the room were startled by this sudden outburst. Arturia immediately turned around and glared at the intruder angrily.

"Mordred, what do you want to do?"

"You, you...he, he...you, you..."

Mordred was speechless. She always moved her body faster than her mind. Here she drew her sword, but she didn't think of what to say.

"We, what happened to us?"

The natural Artoria looked confused. She looked at Jeanne beside her, who also looked confused. Mordred suddenly realized that he was stupid, really.

"Hands, your hands!"

"What's wrong with your hands? Shaking hands is a normal modern etiquette. Do you want to try it too?"

"Think, think!"

Mordred nodded hurriedly, put away the king's sword happily, and handed over his hand.

"Hey hey hey."

The moment she was held by Artoria, Mordred smiled like a child, and Shinji, who was so heartbroken, was infected.

"This poor child—Mordred, are you here?"

"Miss Fiore, please go and tell me that there seems to be something wrong with the 'Little Holy Grail'."

"Little Holy Grail? Why is there still a Small Holy Grail?" Shenji was stunned at the time. Wasn't this thing fixed on the Great Holy Grail?

"I don't know the specifics. You should ask your master yourself."

Because of the physical contact with his father, Mordred also forgot to be angry with Shenji.

"Okay, now that you're awake, let's go over and take a look."

Seeing that he seemed to cheer up a little, Arturia and Joan smiled at each other and walked ahead to lead the way.

Due to Semiramis's face-riding attack in the sky courtyard, it was obvious that the king's position at the top of the castle was no longer safe. Fiore, the successor head of the family, changed the meeting hall to the original underground restricted area, where the altar of the Great Holy Grail was stored. .

Present were not only all the masters and servants of the Thousand World Tree clan, but also the red servants who had broken with Amakusa Shiro. In other words, except for the Amakusa camp, all the other masters and slaves were gathered together.

This is also natural. Amakusa Shiro's camp has strong combat power and mobility, and needs enough servant souls to activate the Great Holy Grail. If he does not want to be defeated one by one and become a sacrifice to realize his ambition, grouping together is the best choice.

When Shinji followed Arturia out of the corridor, everyone's eyes were focused on him.

"Assassin!" Fiore clenched her hands unconsciously.

"Here he comes." Chiron smiled.

"I can sleep really well." Cowles winked.

"Hey, he's not dead yet." Achilles whistled.

Although the remaining people did not speak, most of them expressed goodwill.

Feeling so much concern, Shen Er felt a sore nose. The more depressed he became, the more precious these sincere emotions became.

"I'm sorry for making everyone worried." Shenji bowed deeply.

"I hope you're okay."

Fiore tilted her head, her voice as clear as ever, like a mountain stream.

"I have a lot of things I want to ask you later."

"Well, don't worry, I won't hide it this time."

At this point, there is no need to hide anything.

"Before that, I would like to ask what happened to the Little Holy Grail?"

It turned out that three days ago, after Darnik left alone, Fiore took people to the altar to take refuge according to his order. Not long after he stepped into the altar, a golden light fell from the sky and hit Fiore beside the altar.

At first, Fiore didn't know what it was, but she instinctively felt that it was a very important thing, so she kept it carefully. It wasn't until Joan came back with the injured and exhausted group that she recognized that it was an accommodating thing. The artifact of the Servant's Soul is the Small Holy Grail.

As she spoke, Fiore raised the vessel in her hand. The color of the vessel was exactly the same as the body of the alienated Justeza in the center of the Great Holy Grail.

Shenji couldn't help but stretched out his hand, and the moment his fingers touched the outer edge of the small chalice, a familiar pulse swept through his body.

"This, this is-!!!"

PS: Door: Damn it, am I forgotten by you ruthless guys? I have a saying that I sell my skin, but I don’t know whether I should take it seriously or not.