Black Clover is owned by Yūki Tabata

Chapter 2: Childhood (I)

Six years, nearly reaching the mark of seven years, nothing has happened yet... something was wrong, something was wrong. How could it be? How could his E-rank luck result in a pacific life for so much time?

The first five years, despite not wanting to think about it for he had wanted to keep his worries aside and enjoy this long-term vacation and his eventual return to the normal cycle of reincarnation instead of returning to Alaya, hopefully... however, he should have been expecting something to happen, not that anything was happening, and that was the problem!

How he- a magus whose presence rejected the authority of the world- continued living a pacific life for so long?

Not that he was going to do something so petty as to curse his current existence where his previous dream of being an 'Ally of Justice' had more possibilities to be achieved than in his native world and time, it was practically in a silver plate the possibility to achieve the dream that he had once had taken from the man that would become his father. This life has been granted by the little snow fairy that he had called his little sister when he still was Emiya Shirou— he preferred to ignore that the vampire had something to do with it— and it would be an insult to her if he cursed this situation.

He... just was not used to feeling so much peace.

Unsurprising, considerating how many... jobs he had gone through.

But still, his new life in the city of Kikka, one of the many towns on the Common region and one of the principal center of trading, was really peaceful despite being in the Red-light district of the town, then again, that the 'owner' of almost all this zone had a lot to do with that peace, no one was crazy enough to challenge that Old lady after all, her magical prowess was incredible to the point that he had heard that she had been one of the few Magic Knights capable of going toe-to-toe against a Magic Knight Captian. An exaggeration, he may never knew for he had never witnessed a battle of hers against those Captians, but he could easily say that the Old lady had near as much prana as the Witch of Betrayal, a Magus from the Age of the Gods with the blood of the Greek gods running through her veins, something worthy of praise, despite this world's mana not being as dangerous as the one of his native world.

This place was practically a utopia for Magus, the grimoires that they were given at the age of fifteen when their magical energies had been fully developed gave them a huge advantage when casting spells, not making them pass through the most difficult steps of casting a spell. Practically they were given everything.

A world that facilitated the continuous existence of the Mysteries instead of trying to use its influence to erase them.

A powerful Mystic Code that he suspected were 'naturally' created by a special device of the Kingdom for the grimoires of this world were too large in number to be produced by a few Magus, even if the art of the creation of grimoires was spread through the whole Kingdom, or the whole world in the worst of the cases.

Larger inner magical reserves than the magus of his native world and age.

His old body, before he had made that deal with the Will of Humanity, he could remember that he was above the average magus, his magical power hindered by the fact that his magical circuits had been badly developed due to the neglect of his mana circuits, that caused for his mana circuits to produce a really small amount of units of magical energy. After he had made the deal with the Counter Force, his magical circuits had been empowered to the point that he could compete against even with some Heroic Spirits despite him not having any fame to his name. And this new one, where to begin... he had enough magical energy to compete to the one of the average Magical Knight— if he were to go to the Servant parameters it would be approximate to the middle E-rank— and considerating that he was a child, he had caught the eye of several people of suspicious origins.

But nothing had happened yet, he had almost believed that they would do something like stealing him from the Old lady's territory, but considerating who she was, he had almost laughed at the paranoid ideas that were again appearing on his head.

His mother had been surprised by his natural ability in using 'Magic' and controlling it, saying that he may have a good future ahead if he chooses to be a Magic Knight or a Bodyguard of some rich noble, things that he did not want to be going again to that path of bloodshed if possible. He knew that it couldn't and he would eventually return, but he preferred to have hope on a future where he wouldn't be alone on the top of his hill of swords.

... Maybe a bartender or a chef he would become, that was what he preferred to be, for the fact of making the housework had always given him a sense of tranquility, especially after he had become an Agent of Alaya, the sense of tranquility had only increased when that happened. Call it boring, but that was what he wanted to do above all, cooking for people while watching their expressions as they exaggerated about the taste of his food, it returned warmth to his heart made of glass that he had lost eons ago.

But although he had this wish, he did try to become stronger... just in case, it was better safe than sorry, after all, and the possibility of Alaya sending some of her Counter Guardians just to retrieve her 'best' pawn was not something that he wanted to leave to the destiny. It may only be a possibility, a possibility that may not even happen for it was unthinkable that the Will of Humanity would even bother to retrieve him when it had a vast amount of Counter Guardians under her possession, but he did not wish to leave such thing as just a possibility and ending returning to the claws of the Will of Humanity.

At first, he tried to discover the limits of his body when trying to use Reinforcement, and although his body was small and fragile-looking, despite him trying to gain as much muscle mass as possible while not hindering his growth, when he was using Reinforcement, he was able to bend metal with some difficulty. Something a few levels behind from what his former body had been able to do, but that was an unfair comparison for his former body was the fully developed body of an adult that had trained every day to try to further his limits and have the most healthy flow of Od in his body in order to be at the best possible condition.

Those limits would grow with time so there was no much thing that he could do with the Reinforcement Spell, however, he could still try to add Runes to his body. While it would be undoubtedly painful to do so, the benefits of doing so would be worth it, and considerating that the Runes were sigils that once inscribed on a surface or- if one was skilled enough- in the space, would enact a Mistery according to the meaning that he gave to it. This was one of the few Magecrafts that he was able to use, while he was not skilled enough in this art like people that had lived in Scandinavia during the Age of the Gods or the Magus families that studied this looked down magical art, created by the All-Father himself... but that did not mean that it couldn't be used, despite the lack of the existence of the leader of the Aesir, Odin.

There were many Magecrafts that had required the prior existence of Divine Spirits, and he was fortunate that he had not invest his time into learning such Magecraft despite being one of the most easiest Magecraft that could be used, not because he looked such arts down but because he was slow on doing Magic Circles and he had not the pleasure of pulling out a sacrifice in the middle of his battles against beings that could go toe-to-toe against Servants.

But he had to wait until it was safe for him to do so and to obtain the best possible Runes before carving them on his body, for now, he would carve Runes on the leather armor, altered in order to increase his mobility with it by one of the few magical arts that he knew, Alteration, that he had stolen from the merchants of this city. Trial and error would be his teacher regarding this art for he had not invested too much time on it, he had only learned a few runes by memory, however, he knew the basics on how to 'create' a Rune, one just had to give a meaning to a sigil and so, they would enact Mysteries by the alteration of the Mana. Making a concept, a predetermined phenomenon, would not be so hard for him as despite being a Third-Rate Magus, he still was a Magus, and not only that but also a Freelancer who usually hunted down Magus— some of great renown, and that had earned him the title of the 'Second Magus Killer'— who got too ahead of themselves in their studies, risking the exposition of the Moonlight World while sacrificing too many humans lives, but it still was going to be somewhat complicated.

It was kinda ironical that the thing that he most remembered, aside from the smile of Emiya Kiritsugu, were the studies that these Magi did or the theories that he had made after a long study of Thaumaturgical Systems in order to don't go blindly towards the enemy, not to mention the fact that he had also asked the Will of Humanity for knowledge of all the Magical Arts, which he could remember near everything almost instinctively but he was not able to use any of them for many reasons. Information was one of the most valuable things that one could have in battlefield, one needed to know everything that they could in order to obtain the most favorable outcome; and in the battlefield, one could not give any kind of information to the enemy and could not show his ignorance regarding certain topics, all of it could be taken as an advantage for the enemy... but if he misdirected the information, making everyone think that he was actually clueless about everything, he could take that as an advantage. Having information while making everyone think that he knew anything about it, that has always been his strategy when fighting against enemies that he knew where stronger than him or had an advantage against him.

The concepts were not so complicated but that was to be expected from a spell, that did not require the use of the only spell that he was the most proficient with, coming from him. He would later find better equipment and ingredients to be prepared for whatever this world had for him.

If one wanted to have an idea of how was the process, Runecraft could be the equivalent to the cheat codes of a game, being the game the equivalent of the World.

"Next would be the usage of Unlimited Blade Works."

He mumbled to himself as he looked at his form-fitting armor of leather that covered his entire chest and the leather pants that he had also obtained by stealing him from another one of those jerks that looked at his mother with those eyes similar to animals on heat. Even if his mother had that kind of job, he did not want people to look at her like that when she was not working. He gave soft hits to his covered chest by armor reinforced by runes and casual clothes for people of this world, that was still on the Middle Age.

He was in the middle of the garden, sitting below one of the trees of cherry blossoms that the Old lady had obtained from the merchants just to please a childish desire of his mother. His eyes looking at all directions to confirm that no one was near enough to see what he was going to do, sighing when he caught the scent of the magical power of his mother along with the scent of the other children, she would not wonder where was he for she knew that he preferred to rest in the shadows of the trees instead of listening to her lessons... even if she pouted adorably every time she looked at him after a class ended, he did not found pleasure on making his mother feel sad, but he had to check if he could use the sole talent that he had born with, in his past life.

The Internal Magical Energy Circulatory System in this world was different and his soul and body were adapting to those changes, for although this new internal system was quite similar to the pseudo-nervous system that he was used to and spread itself through the human body and what qualifies a person to be a magus, paths that convert their life force into magical energy, instead of being like a nervous system that directly came from the user's soul, this new system was more like the Circulatory System of his physical body, the Inner Magical Energy flowed through his body smoothly as if it were blood running through his veins, with paths more wider than his previous ones. The differences were very few but very important- although he could vaguely feel that he also had the kind of Magic Circuits that came from his soul combined with the ones of his physical body-, a faster way of casting with less input on the focus of the combination magical energy and lifeforce, making it less dangerous for the user, and a faster regeneration of magical power that somehow connected with the blood vessels, making the heart the core from where the magical energy came from, as well as connecting the physical body with the spiritual body, were the most important ones.

The way to use Magecraft in this world was somewhat easier than in his former world due to this, although he had a hard time at first when he noticed that the amount of Od that he was using on creating a simple rune was far too large, like a water pipe completely open that let all the water that has been stored be wasted, it did not take long for him to adjust the amount of Od that he was using, he had a lot of practice in the past as he tried to lower the Magical Energy cost when Tracing a Noble Phantasm to the minimum possible.

He got ready to Trace a nameless sword, the cost of it would not be that large and swords were the thing that he had the most skill on using his special brand of Projection for such things. It was better safe than sorry when it came to these kinds of experiments typical for Magus of all kind, and not even him was exempt from that rule. A Third-Rate Magus he may be, but he still was a Magus that pursued the betterment of his art.

His internal magical energy surrounded his body like an aura that coated his whole body before it disappeared almost instantly to the naked eye, ivory was its color and heavy were its particles, a power that rejected the reality, forcing his inner world where he was the king into this reality. Magical energy greater than what he should have at this age in his previous world, magical energy of high quality that came from the power of a new world, his inner world.

A forgery of thoughts. An armory of legends given physical form.

His soul. His world. His rules.

His will was law for his Reality Marble that he had given the name of the Unlimited Blade Works, the limitless universe of weapons of old that his mind could understand and fake their existence. It had not taken a lot to call it forth... however.

"Strange, could it be the influence of the laws of magic that governed this world?"

This blade was not as durable as he had thought that it would be and was used to, the process of Tracing a weapon had always been kind of automatical, it was his Reality Marble that did most of the job of 'creating' the required weapon while he just projected the work that his Reality Marble did, the division that he mentally did in the process of the projection of his Traced weapons had become almost instinctual. The mental image of the weapon that he had wanted to make had been the most flawless thing that he could make thanks to his expertise in the Structural Grasping Magecraft, making the fact that this blade was weaker than it was supposed to be, something that he had long since solved, for his mind has been steeled in order to make the most perfect version that he could reproduce by picturing the weapon that he wanted. It was not so weak to the point that it would break in the instant that he clashed the blade with the wood of the tree, but it was still weak to the point that it seemed to be an overused blade instead of a brand new one.

It was almost as if the—

... No way! How could he have been so stupid?! It was the most obvious of the answers.

He groaned as he covered his face on his hands in shame. A Third-Rate Magus he may be... but he still was a Magus that had a lot of self-respect on his knowledge of the Magecraft.

"To forget about the Thaumaturgical Foundation... I am a failure as a Magus."

Ahhh~ It couldn't be helped, although he had been given that knowledge by Alaya, his mind was still that of a human, he knew it instinctively, yes; but trying to remember all of it was near impossible. Not to mention all the memories and experiences that he had stored within his mind, to the point that it was almost maddening, and that his ridiculously extensive knowledge was conflicting with everything that he knew. Instead of remembering the most accepted theory by modern Magus, he had remembered the theory of the Magi that came from the Age of the Gods, a theory that they had made in their desire to don't rely on the Origins that the gods had made if he remembered straight.

The Thaumaturgical Foundation was a Thaumaturgical Theory "engraved" upon the in the form of scholarship or religion a body of pre-established rules, fomented per the faith of the populace. It was also called a Greater Magic Formula as a cluster of Magic Formulae, each of which runs a Magecraft written within it when a Mage sends a command through their Magic Circuits to it.

Summarizing, Foundations are necessary for the usage of Magecraft, without an origin, it was impossible to use them... however, there were some exceptions. To give an idea, each Thaumaturgical School has their Foundation and the further a user is away from their Foundation, the weaker the effect of their Magecraft becomes. However, he was never away from his foundation, for the foundation of his power originated from his Inner World, this rule also applied for beings with other Reality Marbles or users of the Second Magic.

This was what made him the bane of many Magus in his life, the Foundations would become weaker near him due to the influence of his Reality Marble, only other beings with Reality Marbles were capable of countering this. But in the moment that he imposed his inner world to the outer world, all magic that did not came from him or from supernatural abilities like Noble Phantasm, the True Magics or other Reality Marbles— which were partially sealed, making them unable to bring forth their Inner World— would be sealed in the time that they stayed in his world.

That explained why the Runes were costing so much power, he was the one who was copying this art that came from his native world into the world, he was creating a foundation. And the reason why was already starting to cost less and less was probably due to the possibility that there was a similar Magecraft to this one outside in this world, or that the Foundation that he had created was already to take roots in this world.

Unlimited Blade Works would find a way to stabilize its presence to the flow of this world, actually little by little it was adapting to this world in order to exist on it without its presence being erased by the Will of this World before it reached a state of maturity in this world in order to impose its presence on this world, a sign of such thing was the extreme amount of Internal Magical Energy that he had, his soul, the very core of his magical powers, was battling against the Will of this World in order to don't be crushed by it, going as far as to evolve in order to adapt.

How and when it would fully stabilize? He did not know, only time did. He would have to wait for his Inner World to reach a 'balance' with this world to start using his Magecraft.

"Hmmm, what do we have here? A bad little boy that deserves some punishment for not attending the classes of his loving mother~"

The sweet voice startled him as the aura that his mother released was anything but sweet. He faced her in a military position trying to look as innocently as possible. Maybe he could bargain with his mother to don't punish him... kind his mother may be at almost all times, but when she stopped making jobs and acting childish, that was when one had to fear her.

"Y-you look be-beautiful as well today, mother, haha—"

"Flattery is appreciated, my beloved Shirou, but it is not going to save you."

It was worth the try... However! He still got a card under his sleeve! He looked at his mother like Saber and Illya used to look at him whenever he said that he would not cook for them for an entire day, the fearsome puppy eyes that no matter how hard he tried could not counter it, if he did a good job than it was possible to even fool his mother into regretting her wanting to scold him. His mother was strong, but the image of him looking at her with his impression of a hurt puppy was stronger, in the end, she had not the will to continue the scolding and instead chose to pout at him, seeing through what he was doing but not allowing herself to continue her scolding.

"Mou~, why do you have to be so cute?!"

Ahh~ acting all adorable after doing something considered as wrong for the adults, just to don't obtain any kind of repercussion... is this the amusement that the little snow fairy felt every time she used the shape of her body in her advantage to make pranks?

His mother pressed her cheek against his, friction produced by the moving of her cheek against his was not bothersome, he found it heartwarming, even if it was embarrassing for most of the kids to put in such situations in the open. But he was not the most of the kids, he did not want to push away his mother from the sudden embarrassing contact of her skin against his, for two things. One, he was not a brat and understood perfectly that this was the average reaction that a doting mother would have with their kids, and his mother really fit in that category, and two, he would not admit it out loud for it was kinda embarrassing for a being as old as him, but he liked the tender contact of his mother and his childish demeanor when she wanted him to give her some attention.

It kinda reminded him of the girl in the body of a woman that always hit him with that demonic practice sword made of bamboo, the big-sister figure that he had deemed unimportant enough to return to her side when she was in her moment of most need and had eventually died without seeing the thing that he had become... he had always thought that it was for the best for her to don't see him.

The cold-blooded killer that had taken the lives of many innocents that had stood on his path as mere casualties from his crusade.

He had later regretted that in his eternal torment that was being a Counter Guardian, along with all the choices that he had made in life. Coming from not trying harder to make Saber accept her place in history to never looking back to the people that he had abandoned by putting them on the same level as everyone as if they had no value on his life.

He did not want to make the same mistake again, he did not want his mother or any of the people that he knew in this life, to be disgusted with him, to leave him alone on top of that hill of swords that he had created with his actions.

"But of course!" She exclaimed, freeing him to make a pose, stars appeared on her eyes and her aura became warmer. "It was expected! As you are the child of your beautiful, adorable, intelligent..."

She continued to say every single positive adjective on existence while he chuckled. Yes, he had to admit it, his mother was a woman of great beauty, a breathtaking mortal-kind of beauty. Her pristine white hair like snow flowed behind her back and her silver eyes that she had inherited from her ancestors added her appearance an exotic kind of beauty only seen on some nobles of this Kingdom. He hid his smile while closing his lips tightly, it was really hard not to laugh at this kind of acting from his mother, a kind of laughter that an elder would have as a kid did something adorable in front of them. The sleeve of the outfit that she had made for him covered his mouth elegantly, an outfit that he remembered from a distant past and that his mother had said to him that it came from her homeland, a Kimono— its name was coincidently being the same as the one of his homeworld—, as he failed slightly to contain some chuckles to leave his mouth, earning a pull from both of his cheeks as his mother was surrounded by a dangerous energy and her veins seemed to get notorious on her forehead.

"It hurts..."

He said between small chuckles, while it indeed hurt, he had never bothered with the pain since the moment of his birth from the fires that burned away everything that he had once been, and after lifetimes of war, why would he even bother with things such as pain, for bothering about it would hinder his capacity of thinking to plan strategies in order to take down his enemies. She stopped after a few more seconds while looking at him with teary big eyes as she started hitting him jokingly with so little strength that it almost felt as if he was being hit by pillows, saying things like 'Respect mommy!' or 'Shi-chan is a dummy!'. Really... this woman sure was childish when they were all alone... but that was what he loved about his mother, this childishness... it felt relaxing.

"Oh ho! What do we have here?"

His mother tried to take the little bag that he was using to hide the food that he had prepared for both of them, but he still wanted to play with her. It was relaxing and amusing to see her losing her cool as she tried to catch the slippery young kid that he was.

For everyone who had to get to know him, it would be the weirdest of the sights to see the one who had cold-bloodedly killed so many beings that he had long since forgotten about the number of the pile of corpses that held his world, then instantly they would have laughed about it. But he did not care and would never care about what others thought about his way to enjoy the happiness that was the freedom from the grasp of the Will of Humanity.

As expected of someone far larger than him, she caught him after a minute of playing around the game of the cat and the mouse, with a single hand she was opening the bag while she used her other arm to hold him close to her. She opened and...

"Pastries?"

She stared curiously at him while she salivated slightly, earning another chuckle from her son, this food looked far too good for anyone of his age would ever make and considerating that she made completely sure that he would never get close to dangerous environments at this early point of his life, like the kitchen... dreadful place it was, for she had never gotten away from it without burning something. Her cute child that had inherited all her characteristics and took them to a higher level— and that was the reason why she had called him Shirou, which also meant 'White' as a single word in the language from where she came from—, for example, his hair was so white that under the sun it would glow from the colors of the rainbow, his skin seemed to be made of marble or porcelain rather than flesh, although not in an unhealthy way, and with steel eyes that seemed to the gate to a whole new world... had he inherited something from his grandmother?

He nodded with a gentle smile gracing his face.

"Indeed, I made it myself for you."

She hummed to herself happily, looking at him with a grateful look, probably due to a punishment that came from the Old lady to don't touch any kind of sweet as she had an unhealthy obsession with sweets and she had probably eaten something made for a client, before she put it all inside her mouth, only managed to taste it a little bit... yet that little bit that she had tasted was enough to send her to a heaven. Her aura had become as bright and warm as the one of a child that had all the love of the world since the moment of their birth.

"Hmmmm~." Exaggerated was her reaction as everyone else in his past life had reacted to his food, and he was happy with that, a peaceful expression crossed his face.

Yes... a chef, a bartender or a baker he would become, he liked that expression of joy.

"My cute snowflake~!" She snuggled him happily as she tasted the next heavenly dessert that he had made. "Who taught you that?"

"S~ecret."

No one had believed Emiya Shirou that he had taught himself how to cook, no one would believe him now that he had the appearance of a child.

"Ufufu, someone would think that you did it with magic~... but considerating that you don't have inherited that kind of magical affinity, I would not think so."

The serious but gentle words at the end... Ahh~ she saw him, didn't she? Not that he was trying to hide his experiments with his magical powers that this body had.

"So you noticed."

A nod coming from her, it was as expected.

"When I saw the blade suddenly appearing out of nowhere, I first thought that you may have an affinity to steel and you were actually very proficient with Creation magic or even a Sword affinity... but then I remembered the letters that you had written on that armor that you have 'obtained', I don't actually know if it's true but I think that you may have a similar magic affinity to mine."

His mother had called her magical affinity, 'Words', something very simple, but considerating that she could create anything that she imagined using only her magical power by writing 'Words' on the reality and making it so that the world recognized those words and make the shape. A powerful magic if it was in the hands of someone who wanted to obtain more power, but his mother was just a kind woman who preferred a quiet and peaceful life working for the woman that had 'saved' her from the infinite amount of possibilities where she would end up on an absolutely worse fate.

If he was to compare her power to someone... it would be pretty similar to the Reality Marble of the Caster of Nightless City, Scheherazade, where she is able to materialize her tale, the One Thousand and One Nights, which summons and gives form to characters, tools, spirits, and so forth that appeared within One Thousand and One Nights. But unlike the Storyteller who materialized the over a thousand stories that she had made in order to survive, his mother materialized a chapter or even a paragraph into the world without cutting off the normal reality and projecting their internal space... however, if she had chosen to follow the path of war, then she may had as well being able to make a Reality Marble.

Maybe it was that why she was his mother in this life, as she was one of the few beings in this world that could possibly give birth to someone able to turn everything into their world.

"Hmmm." He hummed to himself, as a small smile appeared on his face. "Maybe I can even become a story writer like you."

A flushed expression crossed her face before she started to pout at him, she was pretty embarrassed about the collection that she had made for she thought that it was kinda childish to have so much imagination and some of the stories were embarrassing. She then started to hug him harder, before her strength abandoned her and the hug became a soft one.

"Whatever you want to be, I will support you on every and single one of your decisions."

Hmmm~ So this is what it felt to have a mother... no wonder the last Masters of Chaldea always looked so happy whenever they were hugged by the member of the Minamoto clan who had been in charge of the Imperial Guard of the Country, although the reason could also be for their hormones.

"Hmmm, then... what should I choose?"

Chef, bartender, Baker or Story writer... the choice was extremely hard to make... also-

How should he call this new 'magic' that he had?

Here is chapter two, I hope that you had enjoyed it.

A few things as a little bit more information about the story.

I'm sorry if I am not able to make a good impersonation of EMIYA, I wanted to make a story about an EMIYA that had finally found a little ray of hope of being able to live a pacific life again (Not that he is going to remain in that pacific life for too long since the mere fact that he is EMIYA and that his magic rejects the reality of the world, the world makes everything possible to eliminate that 'virus' on its system, throwing at him everything that it could, something greatly connected to the E-rank luck that he is known for, or at least that is my theory regarding the shitty luck of EMIYA. Basically, EMIYA equals troubles.

I think that as the chapter progressed I had confused some information with the cannon, so please feel free to point out those and help me grow in a better path.

Considerating that many characters of the world of Black Clover are as powerful as Servants, I think I will give him a little power-up, however, I will try not to make it too overpowered as I don't want to make EMIYA the hero of this world that would save everyone just because he has a lot of power or something like that- but principally, to don't take the stage of the other characters- as even though he is like all the other EMIYA who had ended up putting their faith on Shirou as that Shirou had managed to carve a better path than the one that EMIYA had, and that this EMIYA is the one that had managed to witness the Emiya Shirou that had managed to save everyone and was not as foolish as EMIYA had been in life, managing to obtain the hope for a future where Emiya Shirou would not have regrets. The Emiya Shirou that despite knowing that their stolen ideal was flawed, he believed in it for the beauty of it, a beauty that he wanted to share with everyone, an Emiya Shirou that had decided not to abandon them for people that he did not know, deeming the people that had loved him as unimportant as everyone else in the world.

Also, Illya had managed to save the EMIYA that has been directly connected to the Throne of Heroes the one trapped in the Infinite World of Swords, the 'true' EMIYA, making him more different than the rest as he had stared at the infinite possibilities of existence, making him slightly confused about the knowledge that he knew, which is a lot. So every affirmation that he makes could not actually be the true.

Regarding my other story that I was supposed to upload yesterday... I'm an idiot, I was trying to erase some of the ideas that I was starting but ended up not liking it as much as I thought I would, and I accidentally ended up erasing the story that I had. I will try to upload it today or tomorrow as I remember slightly all the things that I had written. Also I'm going to change the regular upload to the Sunday, uploading it at the same time that I upload this story.

Thank you for reading this~ I will see you next time