Thanks for the invitation. I'm in Type-Moon, inheriting the legacy of Zi-O.

"...It was I who changed the established facts." Each word was deliberate, and life finally began to return to Nianzhuo's eyes. "That's right, that's right. Since established facts can be changed, then I can certainly change those things too!" Looking at his hands, Nianzhuo seemed to have returned to the state he was in when he first transmigrated.

The trace of dark magic in his hand had long since vanished without a trace. Nian Zhuo looked at his palm with great joy, "Finally... I finally see hope in my own hand again!"

It didn't matter that the surrounding buildings were cold and mechanical; at least in Nianzhuo's eyes, this was the best place to realize his hopes.

Nianzhuo hugged Mary even tighter, feeling her full breasts pressing against his own.

Two hearts, both beating, started beating faster and faster together.

"Thank you, thank you... Mary." Not wanting her to see his pathetic expression, Nianzhuo rested his head on her shoulder. "Thank you."

"—My Master." With genuine sincerity, Nian Zhuo was willing to fulfill his duties as a Servant for this proud and aloof girl.

"No..." came the unexpected answer, and blue magic circuits appeared on Mary's hand.

Without a word, the girl broke free from Nianzhuo's embrace, placed her hands on Nianzhuo's neck, and quietly looked at him.

"I want you to be my lover, my hero." Then, for the first time, the girl pressed herself tightly against him.

"Ugh...!" Nian Zhuo was so surprised by this turn of events that the girl's soft lips were already pressed against his.

It was early morning, and outside the window, it was snowing all year round.

Inside, it seemed to be getting increasingly hot and stuffy.

俄刻阿诺斯

Lightning flashed and thunder roared, and a fierce wind blew.

Storms are the last thing sailors want to see at sea.

The pitch-black seawater surged like a ferocious beast devouring hearts, crashing against the ship's deck and sprinkling snow-white foam.

On a huge ship on a vast, boundless sea, a group of pirates are running back and forth.

"Report, the shells are ready!" A man with a headscarf shouted to a beautiful, slender figure with her back to him.

Gripping the ship's rudder tightly, the figure wearing a pirate hat laughed heartily, waving his hand and pointing to a blurry shadow hidden in the towering waves and mist not far away.

"Okay, fire—!!!" The words that came out were spoken in a voice unique to women.

However, the pirates seemed to pay no attention. They simply trusted the figure at the helm, quickly loading cannonballs into the dark barrels and then lighting the fuses.

"Boom—Boom—!" The thunderous sound of cannons broke the silence of the storm, and the black shells, trailing fiery red tails, flew straight towards the shadow hidden in the mist.

The expected explosion or fire did not occur; the fiery red shells entered the smoke and then disappeared.

However, the slender shadow remained hidden in the mist, unmoved.

"Damn it, this won't work!" The pirate slammed his fist on the table in frustration, pointing angrily at the distant ship's silhouette. "Looks like it's completely useless!"

"Yes! It's obvious." The woman in the long robe and pirate hat couldn't help but chuckle, then began to vigorously spin the ship's rudder. "Only a fool would engage them head-on!"

Then, the rudder made a terrifying sound, as if it would break at any moment.

The woman who looked like the captain laughed heartily, waving her hand to direct her soldiers as if the storm was just a small test for her.

"Hard to port! Time to get out of here, guys." Controlling the rudder, the woman looked at the direction her hair was blowing. "Let's retreat with the wind!"

"Wind!?" Although their bodies still followed their captain's commands, the pirates couldn't help but look at the raging raindrops around them. "Big sister, this should be a storm! If we raise the sails in this storm, the ship will probably be blown away!" The pirates were all filled with fear.

"Doesn't that sound pretty good?" The female captain wiped the raindrops hitting her face; the gale and downpour hadn't managed to make her close her eyes. "Even pirates sometimes dream of soaring through the sky, right?" Looking at her terrified underlings with a disappointed expression, the captain shook her head.

"Once we get ashore, won't we have something to talk about? At least it'll be useful when chasing women!" The female captain laughed heartily as she gripped the helm tightly. "Just say you're people who came back from the sky, and this joke will be enough to make any woman with a sense of humor fall for you instantly!" However, along with the female captain's words...

The wooden boat she was controlling actually began to drift away from the sea rabbit, looking as if it were truly taking flight.

"Wow! Our pelican actually took flight!?" The underlings, feeling the weightlessness, swayed and grabbed onto anything they could to steady themselves, while continuing to complain about the captain at the helm, "Big Sister, you're still the same as always, completely unpredictable!"

"Huh!? Pelican?" The female captain drew her pistol from her waist, surprised that the only thing she noticed was the name of the ship. "What did you just call my ship!?!" She steered the ship steadily with one hand. If this female captain wasn't a born navigator, then she was a seasoned veteran who had been sailing the seas for many years.

"It's the Deer! The Golden Deer!" Realizing his slip of the tongue, the pirate underling quickly covered his mouth. "I'm sorry!" He glanced at the few other underlings behind him who were hurriedly trying to appease him.

"Hey! You newbies! Hold on tight!" Pointing to the captain at the helm, the pirate shouted with no small amount of pride, "Our boss's luck is truly extraordinary! As long as we trust her, we'll definitely make it back alive this time! Once we're ashore, even if you're only third-class crew, she'll treat you to a good meal! Don't lose your lives in a place like this!!"

"Whoa--!!!" Upon hearing this, the pirates shouted excitedly. The torrential rain, giant waves, and constant gale, coupled with the enemy that had been hidden in the fog and was completely unattackable, made the pirates feel like their worldviews were going to break down. "We've already seen something so powerful, we'll follow our captain to the death!"

"Don't talk nonsense! What would I do with dead people?!" The captain, who was at the helm, couldn't help but speak again, especially since her underlings were using the word "death," which made her a little unhappy. "Live well and do your job well! That's what pirates are all about!" Feeling the helm in her hands getting lighter and lighter, even she smiled happily.

"Alright, it's time for a glorious triumph! Fools!" Seawater was still seeping out from the bottom planks, which meant the ship was now completely detached from the water. "Let's hurry back and have a good time drinking and living life to the fullest!"

"Whoa-whoa!! Long live Captain Drake!" Hearing this, the pirates shouted excitedly, their hands moving non-stop. "Being a pirate is so much fun!!!"

The fierce winds continued to sweep across the sea, and shortly after their ship left the water, a violent bolt of purple lightning struck the spot where they had just been standing.

A large amount of seawater evaporated instantly. However, that's all in the future.

Looking at the dark, heavy clouds, the brown-haired man glanced thoughtfully at the swaying parasol beside him.

"...This weather is so boring." Placing the magenta driver on his waist, the man casually picked up his magenta Polaroid camera from the wobbly little table.

He instantly captured the scene before him, which resembled a natural disaster.

"Roar~ I'm getting more and more excited." After transforming, the mysterious knight's emerald green eyes kept flashing as he watched the scene of lightning, torrential rain, gale and waves colliding in his hand.

As the pirate ship sailed away into the distance, hidden in the mist, a strange figure muttered to himself.

"...It's unbelievable that someone who isn't a Heroic Spirit could escape from such a massive vortex." The man covered his face, lost in thought.

Meanwhile, in Chaldea, the outside world was bathed in sunshine and gentle breezes.

However, Chaldea remains covered in snow and ice year-round.

Let's start over

Unbeknownst to Nianzhuo and the others, a storm raged across the boundless ocean.

The man, wearing a cloak, was gazing in the direction the ship had sailed away.

“But—heh heh, hahahaha. This is the real Francis Drake, living up to his name!” Covering his face, the man laughed wildly on the deck. “Hahaha, hahaha. Hahahahahaha! Ah—hahahahahahaha! Huff huff huff huff huff huff huff! Huff huff huff huff!” Okay, take back what I said earlier, this man’s mind does seem a little off.

――――The perspective shifts back to Chaldea――――

"...Phew." Rubbing his sore eyes, Nianzhuo had gotten out of bed countless times. "It's already morning." Looking at the brightening scenery outside the window, Nianzhuo's mind still seemed a little hazy.

Last night—no, this morning—I was feeling down when Mary, who happened to be passing by, gave me some advice, which helped me resolve my inner conflicts, and also—

"I feel like I've hit the jackpot." She touched her lips; the girl's warmth still seemed to linger.

"--Today, I woke up at the same time again." Shortly after Nian Zhuo woke up, a mechanical voice came from a room: "Confirm body temperature, confirm the five senses. State your name so that we can understand you objectively." The unknown voice spoke as if no one else was there, sounding like some kind of memory.

"Take a deep breath—to confirm that my self-awareness is still present, and that it hasn't disappeared after I fell asleep this time either." The girl gently breathed, stroking her chest.

"I am who I am, and I am able to exist today."

A gentle sound came from the doorway, along with pale orange hair and the uniform of a Chaldea doctor.

Upon seeing her, the "man" smiled and touched his head.

"Oh, number two, good morning." Pointing to the machine by the door, the unknown doctor said gently, "Are you cold? The outside temperature is minus seventy degrees Celsius. It's especially cold this morning, but as long as you stay in this room, you'll be fine."

"That must have been hard work—I spoke my mind." It seemed the owner of this voice didn't even know who they were. "I'm in a clean and comfortable room."

"...Do you feel there's anything wrong with it?" The man seemed to be looking at her as he slowly spoke, "If you have any complaints, please feel free to tell me."

"His expression changed as he spoke, and he looked at me with great distress. Perhaps he was in pain somewhere. I couldn't help but ask him—Are you alright?"

He seemed hesitant, but in the end he chose to smile at me.

"...Hmm. I'm fine, sorry to have worried you." She waved her hand with a smile, but the man's smile was already faded. "Good morning, oh dear. Congratulations on waking up for the five thousand one hundred and tenth time."

"Thank you," I replied, and this was my heartfelt feeling. "I am very happy because I can still look at this beautiful world all day long."

—The memories end here—

For some reason, a white fur ball suddenly appeared on Nianzhuo's face while he was lost in thought.

It's Fufu, who's been scratching his cheeks nonstop.

"Fuu, Fuuwuwuwuwu!" Fuu cried out loudly, her soft paws slapping against Nianzhuo's face.

"Hmm...?" Seemingly just coming to her senses, Nianzhuo gently grasped Fufu's two paws. "What is it, Fufu? Okay, okay, stop fooling around." It seemed that Nianzhuo subconsciously ignored the purple figure at the door.

"Ah~ Ooh~" Opening her mouth, Fufu gently bit Nianzhuo's shoulder.

"No...you can't do this!! Fou!" Seeing this scene, Mashu, who had been peeking from the doorway, immediately ran in. "Biting is not allowed. We should make contact with more polite people! Even if the other person is as dull as a stone, we should treat them like a sharp blade peeling a carrot."

"Fou!" Seemingly understanding Mashu's language, Fou nestled on Nianzhuo's shoulder and lay down.

"Oh! I'm already awake." Seeing Mashu, Nianzhuo patted her head familiarly. "Good morning, Mashu."

“…Good heavens.” Matthew seemed to have seen some incredible creature. “You woke up from a deep sleep in just one second.” Smiling, Matthew looked up and greeted him in return.

"Good morning, as expected of Nianzhuo-san. This is the kind of drive that someone who shoulders the heavy responsibility of continuing humanity should have." Mashu stretched out her small arms and pulled Nianzhuo up. "I'm even more excited now. Let's cheer up and go call Ritsuka-senpai, who's still resting!"

Along the way, the two chatted and laughed, and since Nianzhuo had resolved his inner conflict, he was finally able to become more frank.

Upon arriving at Ritsuka's room, the two exchanged a smile and simultaneously raised their hands.

"Ah—!" Mashu gasped softly in surprise as her fingers touched in mid-air, then turned her head. "Mr. Nen, Mr. Nen-cho—"

"Hiss—" Feeling a little embarrassed as well, Nian Zhuo looked at Mashu's slightly flushed cheeks and didn't know how to answer. "I'll do it—I'll do it."

"Knock knock—" The door to Ritsuka's room was knocked on.

"Coming~" A cheerful voice came from inside the house, and Nianzhuo and Mashu exchanged a smile.

—This girl is full of energy first thing in the morning.

"Mash~ I'm here—" The door had just opened when the orange-haired figure pounced on Nencho. "Sniff, sniff, hey, not Mash—?!" Ritsuka suddenly opened her eyes.

Then—she saw Nianzhuo looking surprised, and Mashu's gaze gradually turning cold.

"Eeeah...!!!!" Then, the girl's scream echoed throughout Chaldea, accompanied by a heavy thud.

—Hmm! Chaldea is very peaceful today too!

"Idiot! Mr. Nianzhuo, you big idiot! Why is it you who has to call me today?!" Ritsuka walked ahead angrily, leaving Ritsuka and Mashu far behind.

Of course, Nencho now had a large bump on his head, and Mashu was constantly blowing on it to try to relieve Nencho's pain.

"That girl is really unreasonable—hiss!!" With a burning sensation on his head, Nian Zhuo didn't even dare to touch the big bag.

However, recalling Ritsuka's ample bosom and the girl's fragrance wafting into his nostrils...