Well... this is it, lads and lassies. The Final Chapter. It has been a very fun road, albeit a rather short one because I, the super-caffeinated workaholic that I am, released at least 1 chapter every day without exception. But it was fun writing this piece.
So, since a few people are asking me this: No, Shirou did NOT re-gain his memories of Luvia. Do read the dialogues of Chapter 19 carefully, I have addressed this specifically. And I will address it again this chapter, in more detail. I get that I do grammar issues, but I do not do continuity-issues.
So... for one last time, let us enjoy this ride, and get into the good stuff.
Disclaimer: All rights go to their respective creators, and even thought some of the new Servants for this story do not exist within the Nasuverse and are my own creative imput, i still reject all rights and grant them to Type-moon.
It has been a few months ever since the incident at Trifas.
The Yggdmillennia family had adhered to their half of the agreement and complied with the demands that the Mage's Association had for them. The cost was steep, but they got off relatively easy. They were allowed to maintain their status and land, but their youngest, being Caules, had to be enroled into the Association's Academy and Fiore had to forfeit her Circuits to him. That was Demand 1: only one Heir allowed for at least 3 generations onwards. Meaning Caules could only have one child, and that child could only have one child, and only from his Grandson's life on could the Yggdmillennia produce more than 1 heir.
As such, Caules lived his days at the Clock Tower, where he at least wasn't alone. He made quick friends with Rin because they both had a strong understanding of their own field, but were bad at the respective other's, so they made great study partners, althought things remained entirely platonic.
The others of the Yggdmillennia Family all went to become specialists in their own Researched fields. Darnic gave the Headmaster his newest aquired knowledge about Soul Transmissions, the secret to his longevity, as well as Assassin of Black's method of Circuit Element fusion without lethal side effects. In return, Darnic was given a role within the Faculty of Curses, where he went to advance his knowledge as well as become a teacher for the others.
Roche was happily accepted into the Faculty of Creation and became a very dedicated researcher who advanced the Clock Tower's understanding of Golems by quite a bit.
Celenike remained at Castle Yggdmillennia and became the new head of the Family, managing all administrative needs.
Gordes joined the Faculty of Policies, where he went on to try and advance treatment of Homonculi and integrate them into society and the world of Magecraft as well as become an important administrative figure for International Affairs. Thought, he would ruffle his hair in annoyance for years to come, given that they mispelled his name on the papers and dubbed him Goredorf Musik instead of Gordes Musik.
SIEG AND JEANNE
Sieg and Jeanne had decided to move to London out of pure chance and offerings. Barthomeloi was adamant to keeping the Servant within home territory, and Sieg wasn't going to leave her side, so the two of them were forced to move to London, thought they didn't live within the Dormitries with the others. They got their own neat little home they lived in, a small one-family house close to the House of Parlament, at the River Thames.
Questions came up about Jeanne staying within Laeticia's body, but as it turns out, Pseudo-Servant summonings can be made permanent, thanks to no small effort from the Mage's Association. Having a life servant on their side with good relations was one of the biggest wins they scored since Zelrecht joined them, so they were all too eager to throw their best necromancers and Magecraft Theory-experts at the Blonde. The result? Jeanne and Laeticia sharing the body in perfect harmony, thought Laeticia was more reclusive when at home, when it was just the two of them.
Right now, it was early afternoon, past 2pm, and the two of them were getting themselves ready.
"How do I look?" Jeanne said as she came out from their bedroom to present herself in front of Sieg. She had decided to wear a sleeveless white turtleneck-shirt that complimented her figure without being revealing. Fitting to it, she had a black knee-long skirt with it and wore rather shallow high-heels without any stockings. Her hair was tied to the usual braid, but it was bound by a fly in black. It was surprisingly fitting for her.
"...Wow..." Was all that Sieg could say while he gulped slightly. "You look beyond fantastic."
"Why thank you. Laeticia said that a black-white contrast suits me." Jeanne explained before taking a small twirl to show herself from all sides for Sieg, who just gawked at her.
Sieg himself wore a typical black suit with matching pipe jeans and leather shoes. His Suit was unbuttoned, so the equally black shirt underneath was visible. That one was buttoned up thought. He had a loosely tied necktie on himself. Sieg's hair had grown a bit, and to compensate for it, Sieg had it straightened. It was... it needed some getting used to for anyone who's seen what he looks like before.
"Well, you are looking pretty fine yourself" Jeanne said as she took a step closer, gripping Sieg's tie and pushing the knob up while holding the bottom part to tighten it a bit, keeping his collar properly closed. "But you need to look a bit more formal. You come off as some sort of crime syndicate boss." She slightly scolded before buttoning his suit top-piece close and tugged the tie underneath it.
"Sorry, Jeanne. You know that I can't stand the buttons overlapping. Feels so weird to the touch." Sieg responded, which was met with deaf ears.
"And usually, I let you get away with it, but not today. Today is a special day, so we gotta be specially well made."
"Well, you know what's best, and I trust you. So if you say this is for the best, I won't complain." Sieg answered before he gave her a slight chuckle. The two then got hand in hand and walked out of their home and began a footwalk towards their target destination. "Besides, pretty sure we are gonna be first..."
"You being there first is important, Sieg." Jeanne answered with a big smile. "After all, you are his Best Man."
"I guess you're right. Still can't believe he asked me."
"I can. You two have been good buddies since then."
"True. I would easily consider him my best friend. But such an honor is beyond me."
"Just accept it and be happy about it. I know you are."
With their exchange about their destination and intent revealed, they continued their walk chatting about some of the more average day-to-day things they did and being a happy couple.
SHIROU, ARTORIA AND LUVIAGELITA
The Trio had... some processing to do.
Shirou was beyond scared about this development. He was mortified because this hit all his anxieties where it hurts while trying to legitimize the incident that triggers them. A polyamourous relationship with two women was no easy feat. Specially with some of the complications that came along the way, such as Shirou never having regained his memories of Luvia, so he had to make new ones, which Artoria was very insistent of. Shirou was thus very wary, particularily with how he treated Luvia at first. When the love of your life completely forgets you because of a short-sighted mistake, that tends to be a bit heartbreaking, but she got over that situation fast and the kindling fire of her passion for Shirou was burning to a point where Artoria, at one point, was starting to doubt her decision due to waryness about whether or not that was love or obsession. Once she got her answer thought, she was all for it and enabled Luvia at every turn, who also enabled Artoria, which created a decent enough balance for those two.
Needless to say, Shirou had Sieg and Amakusa over almost once a week for every single week ever since, without skipping a single occasion, with the two acting as defacto-counceling to help Shirou process the fact that he's two-way dating with both being okay with it and rather very willing, too. Shirou, having been raised to be a chivalrious idealist, couldn't process the idea at first, but thanks to Sieg's assurance and Amakusa's deceptively kindly voiced know-it-all snark, he gradually and slowly opened up to it.
Luvia and Artoria got along terrifyingly well. Artoria's righteousness complimented itself well with Luvia's open generosity, and Luvia's brash honesty was much welcomed by Artoria's crude and linear sense of understanding for many things about the world and Society as a whole in the modern era. Artoria had to catch up on a LOT, such as new speech patterns, an update on grammar, that american dialect is a thing (and how it came to be, which was a complicated topic to introduce given it started with TREASON TO THE EMPIRE) and, most of all, but ironically least important to her, currency. She figured currency was needed to buy food, and she left all the kitchen-work exclusively to Shirou. Luvia's added finances helped making daily dinners bigger than average, so Artoria didn't complain at all.
With time, they settled and started to have an anxiety-free and happy life as a trio, having gotten a mansion all for themselves, courtesy of Luvia's parents having thrown her the large house as a gift for finally getting a boy (and moving the fuck out of their home, they got tired of repairing rooms because of her wild sparring with Rin.)
The most troublesome thing, at first, even moreso than Shirou's mental capacity to understand his relationship status, was the Mage's Association. Artoria contributed greatly to the Lore Faculty, but never joined any of it. She was a civilian consultant for them when English history became a topic, but other than that, she remained perfectly happy making a career as a local self-defence teacher. Her knowledge of combat was a great accessory to the Martial Arts school she joined to teach in and she was very quickly aquainted with the discipline of Krav Maga, as her combat experience most suited the category.
And Shirou... well...
He became the Mage Association's combat training teacher as well as the leading expert on Bounded Fields, particularily Reality Marbles. While the research of it was still banned, he received an exceptional pardon by both the Headmaster and Vice Director, under the demand that he work for them. And so, he did, and he became the man who taught the Magi how to fight properly. To add to his knowledge of Bounded Fields, he did ask Barthomeloi for both the Emiya Family Circuits as well as Kiritsugu's fossilized circuits and had them all implanted into himself before spending almost one whole month to mastering them.
Similar to the duo mentioned earlier, Shirou, Artoria and Luvia were also all preparing themselves for a special occasion.
Shirou looked very stylish and professional. He wore a black suit with black jeans and brown leather-shoes. Under his black suit's top-piece was a grey shirt and a slightly loosely tied Necktie, tuckered neatly underneath it. Over his suit, he wore a black trench coat which was left unbuttoned and open so the Suit was visible. And since he also let his hair grow out a bit and let the back end parts grow sideways slightly, he looked almost like a redhead Kiritsugu. The main difference was the strands of hair over his forehead. Where Kiritsugu had a small space over his left eye, Shirou didn't. On the opposite, the strands on his left side were longer and reached down to his cheekbones.
Artoria was overwhelmingly formal. She wore a dark-blue one-piece dress with a very short skirt, barely reaching halfway down her thighs. the Dress was decorated along the contrast of its edges and ends, such as the buttons and sleeves, with golden fibers, giving it a very noble feeling. She had a black shirt underneath the dress, which was slightly visible, but the neck-piece was hidden by a cover-plate. Over her right shoulder, she had a very loosely attached mantil that was white on the outside and sea-blue on the inside. Her legs were covered by knee-high, dark-blue stockings that were not transparent, and she wore white shoes that went up halfway along the length of her shin. It was the Formal Dress of her Lancer-class counterpart, which none of them knew, not even Artoria herself. She just found the design extremely elegant and royal and loved any excuse to wear it.
Luviagelita wore something a bit skimpier. She wore a deep-blue dress with only one strap per shoulder and a small attachment to her neck, which left a wide opening at her gifted cleavage. The center-piece was very flashily decorated with three shades of blue, which's contrast was defined with lines of gold. The bottom part was an open skirt that revealed her legs, but covered her backside view down to the ground. The part above each leg had a blue flower attached with one half of a golden civic crown going down each flower Accompanied with her blue high heels and two flower-ribbons keeping her hair tied at the very top of her head, and she looked the flashiest of the three by a mile.
With the trio setup and oggling each others in silence, Shirou decided to break the silence first. "Shall we go?"
"Of course, Sherou." Luvia spoke as she lead the way in a hurry, causing Artoria to cough.
"Luvia, you are NOT driving."
"But-"
"No buts." Artoria interjected. "Your driving skills are even worse than Irisviels."
"Well, she does drive well if I sit at the passengers-"
"I am driving, end of discussion." Artoria solidified herself before she waved at the two to follow.
Luvia and Shirou just gave each others a glance of silence before they nodded. When it came to the topic of driving, Artoria was the absolute Alpha, no questions asked. What she says, goes.
MORDRED
Mordred was the Association's most difficult topic by a mile, at least that the very start. They had no use for her within the Clock Tower's structural integrity, so they decided they would employ her skills otherwise. By the Association's request, she became a Hitman. Since Mordred had zero difficulty with killing, the Association decided to make her the tool that solves all the problems regular Magi or even their Freelancers could not. In other words: Dealing with Dead Apostles. As such, Mordred was assigned to be Barthomeloi's assistant for the vampire-hunt whenever they went.
And when Mordred wasn't hunting those immortalized by foul play, she made a living by working as security within the Association for when it was needed. Meaning, she patrolled the halls to make sure the dorms are silent at night, she oversaw dangerous experiments conducted by classes such as with the Astrology-section's schenanigans, and was a bodyguard to guest personnel from the Atlas institute because they were, at large, unpopular and at risk of either pranks or serious bodily harm.
And Mordred was good.
Her Mystic Eye of Premonition made her job laughably easy as she could see dangers or incidents upwards of 10 seconds before they actually happened. And being as fast and combat-experienced as she is made dealing with actual threats easy for her.
And when she was doing neither of her two jobs, she was chilling in her own living quarters within the Mage's Association. Like most teachers staying there, she had her own personal room, slightly bigger than the dorms, but it did its work. She spent most of her free time either reading up on history, looking up the hundreds upon hundreds of variations about the Arthurian Legend, or playing video-games. She became quite the fan of FPS, and the day she discovered that the game 'Crisis' was released, which happened about 2 weeks before Trifas, she needed to change her set of panties at least 5 times within the hour after hitting that play button.
Needless to say, she lived the good life. Arguably the best out of everyone.
On this fateful day, Mordred went casual, typical of the rebel she is. Her hair was tied to the typical one ponytail, but the tie was red and very thick and flashy, which gave attention to her head. She wore a red shirt with a very wide collar, which made the straps of her black bra visible. The Shirt had a slight mid-rif, exposing her belly. Over that, she wore a black biker-jacket that she kept open, and to all that, she wore black hot-pants, tightened by a bleachy-white belt.
Once she was all dressed up, she got out of the Clock Tower, approached the nearest parking lot, where she left her Motorcycle, put on her helmet and drove off.
THE BIG OCCASION
A few hours later, just when the sun was going down and leaving a slightly orange light above the Horizon.
The occasion was happening at a church, and everyone was assembled inside of it, seated. Shirou, Artoria, Luvia, Rin, Caules, Gordes, Roche, Darnic, Barthomeloi, El-Melloi II, Jeanne, some of the other Association's Personnel and Church Staff and some of the Homonculi and servants from the Yggdmillennia Castle, accompanied by Celenike and Fiore, were all present, all sitting at a designated place, anxiously looking ahead.
And then there stood Amakusa Shirou (Who officially still went by Shirou Kotomine), standing, from the seated onlooker's perspective to the right of the Altar, in his best white suit with a blue necktie, his hair neatly cut to look like the hairstyle he had when still a priest a few months ago, thought his hair was slightly flattened to appear less wild for the occasion. The Priest, a personal friend to the Kotomine-family, standing at the very center, turned towards the door, bible in his hand.
And then, it happened.
The Gates opened, revealing Semiramis Assyria (She took Assyria as her surname so that she can have documents made, as surnames are mandatory and the Mage Association covered for her in that regard, much to her amusement).
Semiramis wore a very gorgeous and almost shiny, white wedding dress A veil covering her face, partially hiding that bright smile she had on her head. Her hands holding a flower bouquet with roses in them, fresh and beaming red.
She was escorted to the Altar by Sieg, who held her by her elbow while walking with her towards the steps. Since Semiramis had no father or father-figure to escort her, they settled for Fiancee's best friend to do the Altar-Walk with her.
When there, Sieg gave her a light bow before he went up behind Amakusa, reaching into his pockets to take out a pair of rings and handing them to the Priest, thus fulfilling his role of the Best Man, finalizing it by taking a step back, giving the Altar to the pair.
Before the Priest bega, Amakusa lifted his hands up and very carefully, slowly and gently, lifted the veil over Semiramis' head, letting it rest on her hair and thus allow her bright smile to be shown to the world.
"Today, we have gathered to unite these two people in marriage." The Priest began, reciting the pretty clichee speech at the opening. "This Decision is a decision that shall carry into everything from here on out, it is a decision that declares their devotion for one another with the most sacred of bonds. The essence of this commitment is the acceptance of each other in entirety, as lover, companion, and best friend. A relationship in which neithe rperson is overpowered nor absorbed by the other, one in which neither person is possessive of the other, one in which both give their love freely and without jealousy. Marriage is a sharing of responsibilities, hopes and dreams. It takes a special effort to grow together, survive hard times, and be loving and unselfish."
Once the Priest spoke the first part, he closed the bible and held it against his chest, smiling while looking straight ahead. "Do you both pledge to share your lives openly with one another, and to speak the truth in love? Do you promise to honor and tenderly care for one another, cherish and encourage each other, stand together, through sorrows and joys, hardships and triumpfs, for all the day sof your lives?"
Semiramis and Amakusa nodded at one another and responded simultaneously. "We do/We do."
Then, the Priest continued. "May these rings be blessed as a symbol of your union. As often as either of you look upon these rings, may you not only be reminded of this moment, but also of the vows you have made and the strengths of your commitment to each other." When he finished his sentence, he turned to Amakusa. "Shirou, repeat after me. I, Shirou Kotomine, promise to love and support you, Semiramis Assyria, and live each day with kindness, understanding, truth, humor, and passion. With this ring, I thee wed."
Amakusa nodded his head and took the ring, holding Semiramis' left hand as gently as he could and aligned the ring with her ring finger, waiting until he recited the vow, looking her in the eye as he did it. "I, Shirou Kotomine, promise to love and support you, Semiramis Assyria, and live each day with kindness, understanding, truth, humor, and passion. With this ring, I thee wed." He finished, then put the ring on her finger, smiling a bit brighter in the process.
Then, the Priest continued. "Now Semiramis, repeat after me. I, Semiramis Assyria, promise to love and support you, Shirou Kotomine, and live each day with kindness, understanding, truth, humor and passion. With this ring, I thee wed."
Semiramis took her ring, gently held Amakusa's left hand, aligned the ring and repeated with the brightest possible smile. "I, Semiramis Assyria, promise to love and support you, Shirou Kotomine, and live each day with kindness, understanding, truth, humor, and passion. With this ring, I thee wed." She spoke and put the ring on Amakusa's left ring finger.
Once done, the pair held each others hands and looked at each others as happy as happy can be defined.
And the priest spoke the final part. "Go now in peace and live in love, sharing the most precious gifts you have, the fifts of your lives united. And may your days be long on this earth. I now pronounuce you: Husband and Wife. You may kiss the bride."
When the permission was given, Amakusa and Semiramis leaned in simultaneously and shared a soft, loving kiss together, and as they did, the room went up in cheers and claps, congratulating the pair on their successful marriage.
And thus, the group, joined in Trifas, embarked into a long life of many joys.
T H E - E N D