Nuclear Sword Immortal Starting from Type-Moon

"To become king, do you know what you lack most?"

The words had just finished.

A beam of light seemed to suddenly shine into the girl's dim and gloomy vision.

As if she had grasped some hopeful thing, the girl suddenly brought her pretty face closer.

"Please...please guide me, senior! I want to know what to do!"

"Then..."

Shirou's voice sounded soft and ethereal.

"Why don't you try paying more attention to yourself first?"

"Care about yourself?"

The girl pondered the sentence with a sense of bewilderment.

"Let virtue descend from the ethereal clouds and think about problems from a human perspective."

Shirou turned his head and said to her earnestly:

"When you encounter something that doesn't suit your taste, refuse it firmly and righteously."

"When you encounter something you want to try, express it confidently."

"Only by paying more attention to one's own feelings can one understand human emotions."

No one is born with a purpose, and no one is born to become king.

So

"Artoria, before you become a queen, first become a human."

The girl frowned slightly, her expression troubled as she tried to understand those words.

She didn't even notice that Shirou had just called her by her real name.

The two lay so close together on the pile of wheat that outsiders would probably think they were gay.

After all, Artoria is currently dressed in men's clothing, deliberately pretending to be a man.

For more than a decade, the people in the town treated her only as a handsome young man.

And Britain, England...

This kind of thing is perfectly normal in this area.

Shirou didn't care at all how outsiders viewed him.

After all, he had already personally verified whether it was a man or a woman.

The softness and warmth seemed to linger in my palm.

"S-senpai...?"

The girl's soft, sweet voice suddenly brushed past my ears.

As if wanting to ask something, she subconsciously turned her head and moved even closer.

Shirou, still immersed in the lingering warmth of his memories, snapped out of his reverie and instinctively turned his head to look at the girl beside him.

In that unexpected moment.

The distance has been reduced to zero.

Their lips touched gently.

The kiss was light and small in area.

Just like a court witness touching their lips to the Bible when taking an oath.

This kiss was also very interesting.

In that instant, both of them opened their eyes wide, their faces filled with astonishment.

Chapter Thirty: The Only Friend

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

A warm touch, carrying the unique fragrance of a young girl, spread between the two of them.

"Waaaaah!!!"

No, no!

With a startled cry, the blonde girl recoiled as if electrocuted.

Startled, she turned around, her back to Shirou, and curled up into a ball.

The girl, who had never had such close contact with a man before, felt an unprecedented surge of emotions.

It was a feeling like ants crawling on your heart, an unbearable itch.

Are you feeling ashamed?

But he was clearly dressed as a boy.

Even the way I communicate with people has changed, so I shouldn't be discovered.

If it were someone of the same sex, they probably wouldn't be this shy about something like this.

No matter how hard she tried to convince herself to let go, she still couldn't let go.

Her cheeks flushed involuntarily, the blush spreading all the way to the base of her neck.

The girl's cheeks flushed unconsciously, the blush spreading all the way to the roots of her neck.

Looking at the girl's golden ponytail, who was facing away from him and had fallen silent, Shirou had a complicated expression.

……

……

Orkneyshire in northern Britain.

That is the ultimate place that produces beauties, surrounded by sea breezes and mist all year round.

With a nightmare-like consciousness, one can travel back and forth across the island, and even a distance of thousands of miles cannot hinder communication.

It was as if I had a premonition, almost in a daze.

The flower magician, surrounded by the teasing beauties, suddenly opened his deep purple eyes, which were as clear as jewels.

His deep gaze seemed to pierce through the dome of the noisy tavern, looking with a slight frown towards the distant southeast.

These miraculous eyes, capable of observing everything in the world, instantly glimpsed the scene in the courtyard.

"Hmm, nothing seems amiss...?"

"Then why has my right eyelid been twitching... I understand now, some beauty must be thinking of me."

The miraculous, far-reaching vision did not detect the vanished figure.

Therefore, Merlin, who was always unrestrained, quickly ignored this pointless omen.

"Oh, oh, it's nothing, let's continue drinking~"

The magician smiled as he was served fragrant fruit wine by a beautiful woman beside him who was laughing sweetly.

He nestled comfortably in the soft, warm embrace of the beautiful women.

Today is a beautiful day too.

……

From a psychological perspective, Shirou actually lacked some interest.

For example, the interest in learning, the interest in falling in love, and the interest in one's career.

After experiencing death, anyone's mindset will likely change.

Shirou couldn't help but recall a passage he had once read in a certain work.

"During my adolescence, my emotions were not as easy to control as a bottle of syrup with markings; I often overreacted to trivial matters."

"Either remain indifferent, or be heartbroken and devastated; there is no room for error in the gaps between them."

“My childhood was like that of a wild beast. It was only safe to observe it when it was kept in a cage. Once released, it would instantly threaten all life.”

That brilliant metaphor remains vivid in my memory to this day.

Looking at that golden ponytail so close to him, Shirou's thoughts began to wander.

"Ahem... You must have noticed it after the competition just now, right?"

Shirou's words caused the girl, who had her back to him, to tremble slightly.

Knowing that the girl was listening, Shirou continued speaking.

"Although my swordsmanship is more advanced than yours, the real reason you will lose is that you are too conservative."

"You're always on the defensive and hardly ever use any offensive moves."

Upon hearing this, the girl finally hesitated and turned her face away.