Fuyuki City, Matou family.

early morning.

The fine spring rain on the street outside the window is as smooth as butter. From a distance, the continuous green plants seem to be connected into one, but when you look closely, they appear a little sparse.

“The best time of the year is now.”

Looking at the rain outside the window, touching the warm body of my sister in my arms.

Jianchen Matou sighed:

"The light rain on the sky street is as moist as butter, and the color of grass looks far away but is not there up close."

"The best thing about spring is that it is better than the smoke and willows that fill the imperial capital."

"Do you know who is the poet who wrote this poem?" Looking at the beautiful scenery outside the window, Jian Tongjianchen rarely showed the desire to teach and considered his sister.

"Han Yu, Han Changli."

Leaning in her brother's arms, smelling the scent that only her brother had, feeling the warmth that only her brother had, Sakura felt lazy all over.

The voice of speaking is as gentle as raindrops outside the window.

"That's right. Does Sakura know any poems about spring rain?"

Matou Kenshin asked.

Sakura moved her body, turned her head sideways, and lay flat on her brother's lap.

He stared at his brother's face, which was so beautiful that it seemed unreal.

I thought about it slowly for a while.

"You don't wake up when you sleep in spring. You can hear the singing of birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and you can tell how many flowers have fallen."

“Why did you choose this poem?”

Jianchen Matou was curious.

"Because...Meng Haoran's mood at that time was probably similar to mine now, so I thought of this poem."

"?"

Sakura smiled and explained:
"Brother, think about it, 'Spring sleep does not know the dawn', it is clearly the time of spring dawn, but he is lazily sleeping and does not know the dawn."

"The sun was high outside, and the dew on the leaves was sparkling in the sun, but the great poet was still talking about butterflies with Zhuang Zhou."

“Isn’t this very similar to how we feel now?”

"Ying also wants to stay in her brother's arms forever and be in this atmosphere forever."

As Sakura explained, Kenshin Matou's mind slowly immersed itself in the lazy and comfortable atmosphere.

Sakura continued:

“You can hear singing birds everywhere.”

"In the first sentence, he hadn't woken up yet, still too lazy to know that spring had arrived, but with this sentence, he woke up."

"It was not the worker's alarm clock, the oppression of life, or Ying's love for her brother. It was the chirping of birds outside the window. The cheerful and melodious chirping woke up the great poet."

"What a beautiful scene it is, just like our daily life."

Sakura said this proudly, and Kenshin Matou also smiled.

Meng Haoran's optimistic and leisurely attitude is incomparable to the two siblings.

But the leisure, rich material life, and free spirit of the two brothers and sisters are incomparable to Meng Haoran.

The most intuitive thing is.

There is no emperor weighing down the two siblings’ heads.

In the eyes of the Matou family, that thing from Japan is nothing.

"The night comes wind and rain, Whispering Colour."

Sakura continued:

"After waking up, the great poet rubbed his eyes with sleepy eyes. After feeling his head clearer, he began to recall what happened last night."

"He thought, it was windy and rainy last night. I wonder how many flowers outside were blown away?"

"How leisurely and comfortable it is to have such doubts."

"That time and that moment is just like us right now, brother."

Sakura looked up at her brother, who was looking down at her.

"Ying, you really have some talent. How about I teach you how to write a book?"

In such a happy atmosphere, Jianchen Matou felt a bit of happy melancholy.

His mind was now filled with thoughts: "How can this poem be played like this? Isn't this just a verse that must be memorized and filled in on the test paper?"

"Ying actually thought of so much, and it makes sense!"

"Okay."

Sakura said obediently, "Sakura will do whatever brother wants. Anything is fine."

"really?"

Matou Kenshin asked.

"Really."

Sakura answered.

"Then let brother give you a kiss."

Sakura didn't answer, but just raised her chin slightly.

……

……

"Ah~"

Matou Kenshin groaned as he woke up and glanced at his sister who was still sleeping.

Don't get me wrong, I'm just sleeping.

The sound of raindrops is still there in my ears, the rain hasn't stopped yet.

Jianchen Matou walked to the bedside quietly, admiring the scenery outside, his heart beating fast.

This throbbing came suddenly, without any warning, and it appeared abruptly in his heart.

"I always feel like if I don't go out now, I'll miss something."

Matou Kenshin frowned and murmured softly.

I didn't hesitate. Going out is not a big deal.

He tucked Sakura in, then walked out of the room and found the girls playing a card game together.

"I'm going to be out for a bit, so don't wait for me for lunch. When Sakura wakes up, tell her I'm going to run some errands and will be back in the evening."

After giving instructions to the maid, Jianchen Jianchen went out with an umbrella in hand.

There is no destination and no idea what to do.

Just walking aimlessly on the streets of Fuyuki City, following the fluctuations in my heart.

·
rainy night.

Medea, wearing a plain cloak, leaned against a wet cherry tree beside the street.

If it were normal, she would complain about why all the trees in this city are cherry trees, which is obviously not normal.

But now, she had neither the time nor the energy to complain.

She is now exhausted both physically and mentally.

"Why, why did my Holy Grail War turn out like this?"

she thought.

Thoughts also drift away~
"I'm still a novice in the Magic Association. I'm also risking my reputation by participating in the Holy Grail War this time. It's different from the half-hearted mentality of El-Melloi who just wanted to have fun last time."

“I Will Win”

The large flat is filled with warm sunshine.

On the sofa facing east, a young man with yellow hair and black skin was holding a beauty in each hand. One of the beauties was Asian, with yellow skin and long black hair; the other was Hispanic, with brown skin and long brown hair.

In addition to the one in his arms, there were no less than ten beauties in the room.

It was obvious that this man was either rich or noble. But the most beautiful and treasured person in the room was the magician standing in front of him, wearing a cloak covering her graceful figure, responding to the call of the divine cup.

——Medea!

At this moment, Medea did not express her own opinion. She listened silently to the speech of the master in front of her. When her eyes saw the beauty in his arms, a disdainful smile occasionally appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"After all, the investment amounts are different~"

Taking a puff of his cigar, the yellow-haired master sighed.

He then said in a disdainful tone:

"Do you think money can buy a title, or even glory?"

Medea, who was thirsty for the Holy Grail, did not remain silent this time, but said perfunctorily:
"No, as long as it is usable, no matter how valuable it is, it is your power. If you use financial power as a weapon, then there will be a corresponding strategy."

The yellow-haired master was not satisfied with this answer.

He raised his eyebrows and said:

"Don't make any mistake. As a magus, I am ready to suppress other masters."

"Here, let me show you the evidence."

Throwing aside the two curvaceous beauties in his arms, the yellow-haired master proudly took Medea to the elevator and came to his laboratory.

As soon as she entered the laboratory, Medea, a professional magician, felt something.

"Workshop?" she said.
"My family's magic system uses a price to generate magic power." The yellow-haired master explained, "However, it uses the most primitive curse of living sacrifices."

“And this workshop uses a more modern and efficient system than that one.”

"I'll make one for you."

As soon as the yellow-haired master raised his hand, the staff in the laboratory began to demonstrate and began to pour liquid into the glass containers filled with young children.

The yellow-haired master said proudly:
“Fresh ingredients are the best.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the living sacrifice in the glass container instantly turned the blue liquid red.

Such cruel and inhumane behavior is common among magicians, and the yellow-haired master is showing it as normal.

Dozens of living sacrifices, dozens of lives, dozens of young children, in the end, after magic, what they got in return was... just a magic crystal less than two centimeters in size.

The yellow-haired master seemed extremely satisfied with this.

He boasted to his followers:
"How's it? It was supposed to take a month, but now it's done in a flash."

As if thinking of something, he added:
"Ah, don't worry about the materials. I won't find them here in Fuyuki. They are first-class ones purchased from other places..."

As he spoke, he turned around.

Medea followed his gaze and saw sacrifices hanging in the air inside the glass cover.

And in order to ensure the quality of the magic transformation, the sacrifices are alive!

“It’s useless.”

Medea said calmly, and even the Master standing next to her could not hear the emotions hidden in her words.

"It's only a third-rate magus who would risk his life for a crystal of this level."

As she spoke, she raised her arm and placed her black-gloved hand on the magic table.

In just a blink of an eye, large crystals appeared on the magic stage.

That crystal, both in color and size, was far superior to the one the yellow-haired master had converted at the cost of dozens of lives.

"what have you done!?"

The yellow-haired master was shocked and couldn't believe it.

"Why are you able to create such a magic crystal from an empty magic table?"

"Nothing." Medea's voice was still cold. "For you modern magicians, you really can't see anything. The technology for generating magic power is still a stage... no, a dimension away."

Most technicians spend their entire lives conducting research in their own profession.

This also makes them appear...

Not worldly-wise.

Just like Medea now, she didn't care about her master's face at all and just told the facts.

The yellow-haired master, whose self-esteem was trampled underfoot and who looked down on Kenneth, but whose magician level was not even enough to touch the soles of Kenneth's feet, became even more anxious.

He asked:
"So, what about the chant?"

"In order to shorten the chanting time in this workshop, I put all my efforts into designing and practicing the chanting. It only takes three days and three nights to complete!"

"I don't need to chant at all." Although Medea was very impatient, she still explained because the other party was her master, "For me, magic is just an order."

"Although you have gone too far, please stop using this workshop. Abusing life is a bad idea. As a magic user, you cannot ignore a workshop that is not making enough money."

Medea spoke calmly, not noticing at all that her Master was getting angry and humiliated where she couldn't see.

Lies don't hurt, truth is the knife.

Medea, who simply spoke the truth, completely hurt the yellow-haired master's self-esteem.

Not everyone has the virtue of humbly accepting instruction.

There are more scumbags than gentlemen!
The yellow-haired master said in a strange tone: "No, I really don't know much about servants."

He raised his arm with the Command Seal and issued an order:
"I hereby order you with my Command Seals not to use your Noble Phantasm against me. If you are attacked by a treacherous witch, you will be in big trouble."

Feeling that he was being mocked, the yellow-haired master immediately retaliated with words.

As if this was not satisfying enough, he swung his arm again and hit Medea in the face mercilessly.

The memory ends here.

Fuyuki City has good greenery, and there are forests within the city, which is a beautiful sight that is hard to find in other cities.

Of course, this was the idea of ​​Kenshin Matou.

As long as modern facilities are sufficient, the scenery of the natural world is an absolutely indispensable beauty in a happy life.

At this time, the dense drizzle was still falling. In the forest without a drainage system, the land soaked by the rain was wet and slippery.

Miss Witch walked here and fell to the ground from time to time.

But compared to the physical pain, it is obvious that the pain in the heart is more intense for the witch lady.

"You said witch..."

"You too, she too, everyone too..."

"Everyone calls me a witch..."

The great magician, who was too weak to defeat a grown man, stumbled through the forest. She knew her destination, but she...

No home.

Fortunately, there are things that can relieve pain, allowing Miss Witch to taste a little sweetness in the pain.

After destroying the Master's laboratory on her own, Miss Witch used her Noble Phantasm, "The Talisman of Breaking the Laws of All Things", on herself, piercing her own body.

Medea knew what this meant.

This is suicide.

But it doesn't matter.

It would be better to die than to stay with a Master like that.

She thought so, and when she saw her Master getting angry and humiliated after failing to order her to commit suicide, she killed her Master like a cat teasing a mouse.

"Hahahaha~"

"The end result is still the same. Being arbitrarily expelled, used by others, and despised as a traitor."

"I just want to go back to my hometown."

When she was on the verge of death, the witch expressed her pitiful wish.

The real owner of Fuyuki City happened to be taking a walk with an umbrella and came here and saw the witch lady lying on the ground.

He walked forward, squatted down, lifted the cloak that concealed the witch's beauty, and stroked her slightly cool face.

"Hello, Miss Witch who looks like a stray cat, will you be my wife?"

Matou Kenshin said so.

He said to Soichirō Kuzuki, who was standing beside him and looking at him calmly:
"She is mine. Teacher Kuzuki, do you have any objection?" (End of this chapter)