Doraemon for an imperfect world

She actually had no interest in the Holy Grail War. The two Medusas were rented by Doraemon for ten yen, so she didn't care about the outcome of the war at all.

In comparison, she still cares about Tōsaka Tokiomi a little more.

Volume 3 Type-Moon: Chapter 160: Sakura's Journey Home

After saying goodbye to the others, Sakura and Medusa walked together in the silent jungle. Although Medusa could summon Phantasma through [Riding Hero's Reins] to fly directly to the destination, considering the existence of the secret base, she decided to go back home first, and then sneak out to take a taxi to the destination to prevent anyone from spying on her in secret.

However, Einzbern's castle is indeed amazing.

Sakura couldn't help but think.

What a spectacular building!

As she thought about this, she walked onto the road. However, not long after she started walking, a taxi stopped beside her. And sitting behind the driver's seat was...

Glitter?

Why is he here?

No, no, why would a servant take a taxi?

Sakura looked at the golden armor on the other person's body. The style of this thing obviously doesn't match the taxi, right?

"Hey." Gilgamesh opened his eyes and asked under Sakura's puzzled gaze, "It suddenly occurred to me that you are Tokiomi's child, right?"

"Well... in the sense of biology and genetic inheritance, that's true." Sakura nodded blankly.

"In that case, get on board. For Tokiomi's sake, I will allow you to step on my carriage. Please be grateful!"

Sakura looked around and then pointed a finger at the tip of her nose.

"Do you want me to say it again?" The other party's voice suddenly became stern.

"Master, be careful." Medusa, who had transformed into a spirit and was following beside him, reminded.

"It's okay." Sakura waved her hand, then ran to the other side and opened the car door. "Did Dad... Mr. Tohsaka ask you to pick me up?"

"Watch your words." Gilgamesh glanced at Sakura, then raised his head and said to himself, "It has always been the king who commands his subjects. When did the subjects start ordering the king?"

Hearing this, Sakura subconsciously looked towards the driver in the driving seat. The middle-aged man was driving the car attentively with a nostalgic expression that showed "It's so good to be young".

It turns out it wasn't him.

Although she had no expectations at all, after all, he hadn't contacted her for the past year, Sakura still couldn't help feeling disappointed.

Gilgamesh took in the disappointment in his eyes, and then a happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Come to think of it, your wish to participate in the Holy Grail War is to deconstruct all the mysteries of this world, right?" Gilgamesh asked.

"No," Sakura shook her head. "I want to realize my wish by myself. I don't want to borrow the power of the Holy Grail."

"But if you truly have no interest in the Holy Grail, how could a Command Seal appear on your hand?"

Gilgamesh said firmly.

But just as he finished speaking, a resentful atmosphere filled the surrounding area.

"Ah, well..."

Sakura turned her head away in embarrassment.

Considering Sister Medusa's mental state, it's better not to say it out loud.

“If I’m not mistaken, your true wish isn’t actually about ‘deconstructing the mystery,’ right?” Gilgamesh said patiently, “Your words were merely a way of conveying them to Tokiomi through me. If I’m not mistaken, your true wish is to ‘oppose your father,’ right?”

"Well... sort of."

Sakura nodded gently.

The desire to deconstruct the mysterious is genuine, for she hates magic that wantonly tramples on and ravages the fate of ordinary people.

But it is also true that I want to go against my father.

At least, I want him to pay more attention to me.

"In that case, I will give you a chance." Gilgamesh said, "Try your best to survive to the end. I promise in the name of the king that I will leave the final stage to you and Tokiomi."

Since Tokiomi was only superficially respectful to him, he naturally had to teach the disloyal minister a lesson. Of course, if he could admit his mistakes and correct them, Gilgamesh would naturally not mind forgiving him, but if the latter still refused to repent, he would definitely punish him.

Or if Tokiomi could always pretend to be a loyal minister, then Gilgamesh would also be willing to pretend not to know his little thoughts. This is the true meaning of the saying that a gentleman is judged by his deeds, not his heart.

For him, this Holy Grail War was not something worth his full effort, or even worth paying too much attention to. His purpose in coming here was simply to recover his treasures, but if he encountered something interesting, he wouldn't mind stopping and watching.

Sakura remained silent. She felt as if the other party had misunderstood something, but she also felt that there seemed to be nothing wrong.

She didn't want to be an enemy of her father, but if possible, she still wanted to see Tokiomi regretting sending her away.

If he apologized like me...

Then just forgive him reluctantly.

Arriving at the entrance of the Tosaka residence, the driver checked the meter and said, "Well, rounding it up to 3,000 yen."

"Here." Gilgamesh casually threw two gold coins next to the driver's steering wheel. "Keep them. This is the reward you deserve."

"Huh?" The driver looked at the gold coins with some embarrassment, and subconsciously felt that they were definitely not gold. "Sorry, brother, don't you have any cash on you?"

"Hmm?" Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes. Just when Sakura was worried that he was going to attack and hurt someone, the high and mighty king turned his head impatiently and looked down at Sakura with a self-righteous gaze.

Do you want children to pay for a taxi when you go out?

Sakura lowered her head helplessly and took out her small wallet. "Um, sorry uncle, I only have 2,000 yen on me."

One thousand yen was her own pocket money, and the other one thousand yen was her brother's pocket money - Matou Shinji handed it to her with disdain in front of Sakura's admiring gaze, saying that the great magician who was destined to build the Matou family's fortune in the future looked down upon this small amount of money.

In fact, Sakura didn't particularly want pocket money, and she didn't have many things she wanted, but for some reason she couldn't help but want to tease her adopted brother.

By the way, when Shinji sees something he wants, he will borrow all the pocket money, although he has never returned it.

"Okay, two thousand is fine." The driver gave Gilgamesh a look of deep sorrow. "Brother, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but if you have the money to buy all this gear, you might as well take better care of yourself."

"It's not your turn to judge me, you miscellaneous cultivator!"

Sakura watched the driver go away, then looked at Gilgamesh in surprise.

He's not angry?

"Very surprised?"

"Yeah, a little bit." Sakura nodded. "I didn't expect you to pay so obediently."

Even though it's my own money.

"Work and receive reward—this is the foundation of all laws," Gilgamesh said matter-of-factly. "But this isn't 'payment,' it's 'reward.' Serving me is only natural."

Sakura:......

Before her eyes, Gilgamesh transformed into a spirit particle and disappeared into thin air.

It's really too much. I paid for the fare myself but I didn't even say thank you.

Sakura glanced at the Tohsaka family's mansion in front of her, then hardened her heart and turned her head, only to see Medusa sitting on a bench beside the road, hugging her legs with a depressed look on her face, as if she had lost all hope in life.

"Three thousand yen... a twenty-five-minute journey... three hundred ten-yen pieces... hehe..."

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PS: There is only one chapter today, and the other chapter will be made up tomorrow. By the way, I would like to ask where do you think the next world should be. I want to write a short story "The Thousand Mile Journey of Starving People in the Late Ming Dynasty" first. Doraemon has not been able to write much about this kind of world in the past, so I want to let a child in stage five go there. After all, Xiao Mansui is really cute.

Volume 3 Type Moon: Chapter 161 Asagami Fujino

On the Emperor's Dream, Doraemon walked out of the anywhere door.

As long as those servants don't harm innocent people during the fight, there shouldn't be any problem, right?

But what exactly happened at that time?

Doraemon thought with some distress.

Why can Sakura's voice reach my ears when I am in a dimensional tunnel outside this world?

There's nothing wrong with it, but I still care about it.

"What's wrong?" Scorpio asked. Because there was no one around, Libra's little head stuck out from her tentacles, rested his chin on her smooth and delicate shoulders, and looked at Doraemon curiously.

"Ah, nothing." Doraemon shook his head. "Just thought of something... Oh, that's what we should use in this situation."

As he spoke, Doraemon took out a seemingly ordinary pillow from his pocket.

"Nentaro pillow!"

"With this pillow, I can activate my brain just while I sleep, and get inspiration to solve problems."

Of course, having said that, in most cases, users who wake up from sleep will not be able to understand the meaning of these inspirations and the causal logic behind them at first. So rather than activating the brain, it is better to say that the props directly provide the key to solving the problem.

"I want to know why Sakura's voice was able to reach my ears... No, no, no, a difficult question like this will definitely take a very long time, so just give me a useful clue."

With the pillow making a "beep" sound, Doraemon squinted his eyes and lay on the pillow:

"Good night, both of you."

"Wow~"

The two girls in stage five came over curiously, staring at Doraemon with their two pairs of red eyes until Doraemon opened his eyes helplessly after a few minutes.

No, I can’t sleep at all.

After all, not everyone has the unique skill of falling asleep in less than 0.97 seconds like Nobita.

"What's wrong?" Scorpio asked.

"Nothing." Doraemon said, "I just couldn't sleep all of a sudden."

"Do you want me to sing a lullaby?" Scorpio asked.

"No, no, no, just leave me here alone." Doraemon quickly waved his hands and said, "No need for lullabies or anything like that."

"Okay." Scorpio nodded, then stood up and left with Libra.

By the way, what is the structure inside that girl’s hair?

Doraemon looked at the ceiling above his head curiously, and then took out his lucky playing cards. Since he already knew that they would be stolen, does it mean that it doesn't matter if he splurges a little?

"Let me fall asleep now."

Doraemon said, waving his round hands.

As soon as he finished speaking, he began to feel sleepy.

I don’t know how long it took, but Doraemon suddenly opened his eyes, then stood up and took out the Anywhere Door. Although I don’t know what the meaning of this is, this feeling is right!

On the other side of the portal, in what seemed to be a rather large building, a little girl with purple hair was sitting next to the yard. Her hand seemed to be injured and was wrapped in gauze stained red with blood.

"Sorry for disturbing you."

Doraemon spoke in a low voice. Hearing this, the girl turned around and looked at the unknown blue object that suddenly appeared with some surprise.

"Hello, my name is Doraemon."

"Hello."

The girl nodded gently.

"Are you injured?" Doraemon asked worriedly. "You're bleeding a lot. It must be painful, right?"

The girl seemed to be very disgusted with this question. She shook her head slightly, hesitated for a moment, and nodded.

Asagami Fujino, who suffers from analgesia, hates questions like, "Doesn't it hurt?" "Does it hurt?" "It's amazing that you can endure it until now."

Those who have normal pain perception always like to say this: she hates facing such problems, hates facing such people, and doesn't want anyone to know that she has no sense of pain, so she stays at home alone waiting for the wound to heal, which was caused by an accidental scratch and a misjudgment of the wound's condition due to the lack of pain.

She doesn't want to show that she is different, or at least wants to be treated as an ordinary person.

So she hates those who don't understand her at all but are self-righteous.

"Really? If you're injured, you need to find an adult right away." Doraemon looked at the crude and rough bandage on the girl's hand and couldn't help but take out the doctor's suitcase. "Listen carefully, no matter when you're injured, you shouldn't force yourself to endure. You need to learn to take good care of your body."

……Um?

Fujino raised his head, a strange glint in his eyes.

It was the first time someone said such words to her.

No, not people.