Nuclear Sword Immortal Starting from Type-Moon

Hearing this concise answer, the girl's gaze toward Shirou was now filled with admiration.

"I feel... that you are more suited to be king than I am."

"is it?"

Shirou shrugged, somewhat uninterested.

"Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown... Being a king is very tiring."

Seeing the boy's retreating figure as he stood up to leave, Artoria quickly stood up as well.

"Um...senior!"

"Next time, let's not practice swordsmanship, let's go out and play."

Hearing the girl say such a thing for the first time, Shirou turned around and looked at her with slight surprise.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, her pretty face still had a shy blush.

But those emerald-like eyes never looked away, remaining fixed on him.

"Yes, that's fine."

Shirou nodded and readily agreed.

"……Great."

The girl clasped her hands together over her chest, feeling her heart pounding, and smiled with relief as she murmured to herself.

Bathed in perfect light, it was so beautiful that it took your breath away.

Chapter Seventy-Two: Saber

Dark and quiet.

In the bedroom, bathed only in the soft glow of moonlight, Shirou slowly walked to his bedside.

The faint, drawn-out breathing sounds came from the two girls sleeping soundly on the bed.

The two girls, who had been competing with each other, were now embracing each other intimately.

No, to be more precise, Sakura was unilaterally entangled with Rin.

Seeing this scene, Shirou couldn't help but complain.

"This relationship...isn't it great..."

Seeing that the two girls were sleeping soundly, Shirou did not disturb them.

It's just too crowded.

That tiny single bed can now barely accommodate two girls.

If he goes up there, it will only make things more crowded and uncomfortable.

It seems... I need to get a bigger bed.

Shirou's gaze silently measured the width of the room.

Shirou gave nearly half of the money given to him by Tokiomi Tohsaka to Mrs. Chiki.

After all, Mrs. Qianhui does all the housework, from laundry and cleaning to grocery shopping and cooking.

Shirou, of course, felt embarrassed to keep it all to himself.

However, the remaining funds were more than enough for him.

If he were really short of money, he could simply make copies of antique paintings and have Tokiomi Tohsaka sell them for him.

As for the things from the Age of Gods, Shirou did consider taking them.

But if you bring someone a brand new item and tell them it's from the British era, who would believe you?

With this in mind, Shirou's gaze fell on the futon in the middle of the bedroom.

It's at least more comfortable than being crammed together with people.

Shirou had just lain down and hadn't even closed his eyes when he suddenly heard a murmur in his sleep.

"Shirou...no...don't eat..."

Rin, who was fast asleep, seemed to be having a strange dream. Her little hands unconsciously began to knead Sakura's soft cheeks, making Sakura frown in discomfort.

eat?

What to eat

Shirou was completely confused.

He felt that he must be a very bad image in the girl's dream right now.

Without thinking further, Shirou relaxed and lay down on the mat.

The mattress is quite soft for a child's size.

Perhaps because Rin had lain there for a while, there was a faint scent of shampoo.

It smells so good...

With this thought rising in his mind, Shirou slowly closed his eyes.

Perhaps because there were too many things happening last night, Shirou didn't dream at all this time.

In deep sleep, even the perception of time becomes blurred.

Then, two distinctly different voices called out to me.

"Shirou-nii-san, wake up..."

"You idiot Shirou! Why do you only get up at noon? Your amusement park tickets have expired!"

Shirou opened his sleepy eyes.

The first thing I saw was Sakura kneeling on the ground, her little face close to my ear, gently calling my name.

"Ah... Shirou is awake."

Upon seeing Shirou wake up, Sakura's eyes widened slightly, and a sweet smile curved her lips.

As for Rin... she was standing on the other side with her arms crossed, looking at Shirou with some suspicion.

"Shirou, you didn't secretly smell me under the covers, did you?"

No.

Shirou answered calmly.

……

Einzbernburg, Germany.

flame.

The fire in the fireplace crackled and flickered.

A biting wind was blowing outside the window.

The room was pleasantly warm.

On the luxurious bed, a girl with long, disheveled golden hair suddenly opened her eyes.

"Gurgle...woo..."

Artoria, or rather Saber, looked lingering fear.

"What exactly is it...?"

Saber's gaze was complicated, and she awkwardly squeezed the blankets between her legs.

That strange dream once again caused her to struggle all night.

The scene in the dream was even more real than the last time.

It felt like being there in person, making one blush with embarrassment.

The boy's face, my own shyness—everything felt so real, as if I had experienced it myself.

"How could I, as a king, become like this...!"

Saber stood up angrily.

As the blankets were lifted, a patch of the pristine white sheet was already soaked with sweat.

It looked particularly glaring under the soft lighting.

"I... will not lose to a mere dream!"

Saber, refusing to believe it, reached her hand down.

"Goooooooo!!"

In a mere instant, the Knight King was defeated.

……

Breakfast time.