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The buildings on both sides of the street slowly flowed back under Shirou Emiya's unhurried footsteps.

The sun gradually moves up the sky, taking away the cold air left in the night bit by bit.

The cold breath that has been dispelled seems to confirm that early spring has arrived.

There are more pedestrians on the street.

For primary school students, 7:30 in the morning is a quite generous time, but in the eyes of adults who have already entered the society, 7:30 is no longer a leisurely attitude.

Strangers hurriedly walked through the familiar yet unfamiliar streets.

Although the memory left in this body allows Shirou to clearly identify the direction to school on the road, strictly speaking, this is indeed his first time in this city called Nagazora City.

The specific location of his home is in the center of West City District. To the east stands the huge building - Nagazora Wall, which divides Nagazora City into two urban areas: east and west. The East City District is offshore, and the West City District borders the far west inland.

Since the entire Nagazora City is located in a low-lying area in the far east, the edge of the city is naturally completely surrounded by a circle of raised mountains.

At the intersection of the commercial street, Shirou suddenly raised his head and looked far away at the long sky wall that was taller than most buildings.

Although it was a baseless idea, if he could stand on the top of the long sky wall, he might be able to bring most of the entire city into his sight.

Most schools in West City District are built on high ground away from the city center. The rapid modernization of cities and towns means that land that originally belonged to nature has been encroached on by humans on a large scale.

In order to keep the campus away from crowded cities, and also to allow the emergence of the school to improve surrounding facilities and further expand the scope of urbanization, most schools will deliberately move their sites to the suburbs when they are established.

According to this theorem, the earlier a school is built, the closer it will be to the city center.

After walking out of the business district and about fifteen minutes' journey, Shirou's destination appeared in the distance.

As a senior police officer with the power to apply for an arrest warrant, Emiya Kiritsugu's economic status in society is actually quite high. Although he is not as good as those of the capitalist class, he can still give his children a relatively good education without any pressure.

Except for the aristocratic elite school, Senba Academy, which covers all studies from elementary school up to university, the elementary school that Emiya Kiritsugu took him to was already among the schools with the most favorable conditions available to ordinary people.

Retrieving the name of Senba Academy from the memory of this body, Emiya Shirou couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.

It is clearly the school with the longest history in Nagazora City, but Senba Academy is located in a mountain range quite far away from the city.

The bronze bell tower stands in the center of the teaching building, and the long and short needle tips exposed to the sun reflect the piercing metallic color.

The teaching building is surrounded by a vast playground and a dense forest, and the dormitory building is built in the open space of the forest.

Since it is a boarding school that covers all academic subjects, the entire teaching land there, as well as the surrounding living facilities, are all surrounded by rusty iron fences.

Although it is impossible to see the whole picture clearly from this side, judging from the distance extending from the iron fence to both sides, the entire Senba Academy covers an area so large that it almost occupies the entire interval between the mountains.

The main gate facing him looked like it had just been replaced. The modern-style three-section automatic door looked out of place against the surrounding ancient European-style iron fence.

There was no one standing in the guard box next to the automatic door.

Is it not the time for the guard to open the door yet? Or is it because of the use of a fully automated visitor management system that the guard who was supposed to be standing there has left his post? Although the decoration style of the school's buildings looks quite old, as a world-renowned elite institution, Senba Academy's modernization process does not lag behind, and is even better than other schools.

Even so, the so-called high-class are still high-class after all.

Even if they accept the emergence of modernization and are born with a natural status difference from other people, they will not let their children come into contact with the ordinary class at will.

It is also for this reason that except for a downhill road leading directly to the city, there are no public transportation stations such as bus stops and tram stops around Senba Academy.

In most cases, taxi drivers will not arbitrarily set foot in a quiet area that is completely isolated from the town.

Just the moment before Shirou Emiya was about to look away with this thought, a stretched Roll-Royce suddenly drove into the field of view at a slow speed.

Its old-school style and imposing manner made Emiya Shirou temporarily give up the idea of moving his eyes away immediately.

After a while, the car door opened, and the young driver stepped out of the driver's seat, his back straight and a gold-plated work nameplate pinned to the chest of his black suit.

He walked to the far right side of the automatic door and pressed a few buttons on the smart terminal embedded in the stone pillar. The automatic door for cars to enter automatically moved slowly to both sides.

After finishing all this, the driver returned to the driver's seat, and the extended Roll-Royce slowly drove into Senba Academy through the automatic gate.

During the whole process, Emiya Shirou didn't see a second person besides the driver.

"..."

Shirou Emiya looked away silently and started walking to school again.

Deep in his heart, he once again confirmed that the so-called elite school was a completely different world from himself as an ordinary person.

Just when this thought came to Emiya Shirou's mind—

Hmm...?

No connection with ordinary people?

—The steps stopped.

A strange light flashed through his mind.

The day before yesterday - March 15th, a shooting incident occurred somewhere in the city, killing Emiya Kiritsugu of this world. However, on the morning news, he did not see the incident that triggered the public reaction at all. Any reports of disturbances.

There seemed to be no areas in the city that were barricaded due to such serious violence.

He didn't see any blocked streets either on his way back home yesterday or this morning.

The news that reported this incident did not seem to deliberately explain the territory that the general public was prohibited from entering.

The direct result of this is that as the adopted son of Emiya Kiritsugu, he does not even know where his father lost his life until now.

Therefore, even if he wanted to investigate who the culprit was without resorting to the police, he would have no way of doing it.

Is the shooting even happened in the West City at all?

Although he had such thoughts, Shirou chose to put aside the thought out of his mind for the time being.

First of all, he has no evidence at all to prove whether this idea is correct.

Maybe he just thought wrong.

Secondly, even if the facts were what he thought, he would not be able to follow this line of thoughts and head to the gate of Senba Academy immediately.

When he walked to the main entrance of the school, it was almost eight o'clock.

The school's gate has been opened.

Children who are relatively accustomed to arriving early walked into the school in two and three accompanied by their parents.

Accompanied by the children's childlike and innocent playfulness, Shirou slowly walked toward the teacher's building.

It is different from the students in the upper grades who have already adapted to school time and have become familiar with each other, so they can find playmates smoothly. Most of the lower grade students who have not yet left childhood have not yet been able to develop independent communication skills.

Compared with older students, children of this age have a stronger attachment to family.

He didn't meet any classmates on the way.

The narrow corridor under the sunlight echoed with the sound of boring footsteps.

Based on the memory left by this body, Shirou walked to the door of the teacher's office.

As he approached the office, the sounds of adults talking to each other gradually began to sound.

Unlike students who have plenty of time, teachers who need to prepare lessons in advance arrive at school much earlier than their students.

"Did you hear footsteps approaching?" When he walked to the door, the conversation in the office quickly became quieter.

"..."

Although they had stopped talking as quickly as possible, even so, some topics that were not very good to Shirou Emiya still entered his ears nonetheless.

From the perspective of others, after his biological parents died, and even his adopted father also died, he should be regarded as an out-and-out unknown son.

Although the former is just a complete tragedy, and the occurrence of the latter has nothing to do with him, the so-called human beings are creatures that have stronger intelligence than animals and especially like to associate.

Evidences, rationality, the truth - for them who were not involved, what happened to them... or "Shirou Emiya of this world" was just something to talk about for fun.

There may be people among these teachers who feel sympathy for him, but even so, the so-called sympathy is only to the extent of "this child seems a little pitiful."

It must be very difficult for them to lend a helping hand to him who "killed" three adults in succession, or to say a few words for him when talking about him.

After a moment of silence, Shirou took a deep breath.

He didn't choose to get angry or turn around and leave. Instead, he raised his hand and knocked gently on the door.

"Please come in."

After receiving the response, Emiya Shirou opened the doorknob of the office. There were six positions in the spacious office, corresponding to two grade levels and a total of six teachers, the crowded but not cluttered desks is filled with various teaching materials and files.

After seeing Shirou Emiya opening the door, all the teachers in the office showed a surprised expressions. One of the young adult women stood up, temporarily put down her work, and hurriedly walked to Emiya Shirou.

"Emiya? Why did you arrive so early?" The young woman, who is the teacher of Class B of the first year where Shirou Emiya is, asked, "No- wait, aren't you still resting at home because of...? Officer Hirano has already explained your situation to us, why did you still come to school?"

"The matter is over, so I came over and went to class normally."He said calmly, as if he didn't hear what they just talked about at all, "Is there anything strange?"

"Uh... no." The young teacher shook her arms nervously, "No, no, you can come to class. Of course the teacher is happy. As long as everything is alright, that's fine."

She don't know why, it was clear that he was just a child who had just entered elementary school, but after seeing Emiya Shirou's calm amber eyes, the young teacher suddenly felt a strong guilty conscience.

He's just a kid who has lost his family, so why do he pretend to be so brave?

Although such emotions welled up deep in her heart, as a teacher in a private school, her excellent professionalism allowed her to show Emiya Shirou a professional smile that was difficult for others to detect. "Since you're fine, let's go back to class first. If you encounter any difficulties, just come and tell the teachers."

"Yes." Shirou nodded calmly, "Sorry to trouble you."

"No trouble, no trouble." The young teacher waved her hand, "We'll see you later."

After explaining his situation to the teacher, Shirou left the office and walked to the door of Class B.

There were no other students in sight in the class.

After finding his position, he passed the boring time in silence.

Outside the window, more and more students were passing through the school gate.

"...Huh?"

At this time, a police car drove quickly past the school gate.

He walked to the window and focused his awareness on his eyes.

Thanks to his high location, even after passing the school gate, he could still see the rear of the police car gradually receding into the distance.

This police car seemed to be driven by the man who sent him home, right?

His so-called uncle is a colleague of Emiya Kiritsugu and a member of the search team that is looking for the suspect in the shooting.

'Wait...'

Shirou suddenly frowned.

Although the shooting took away Kiritsugu's life, it seems that the criminal gang that shot Kiritsugu was not targeted by the police forces because of the shooting at the beginning.

Emiya Kiritsugu was sniped while chasing the culprits and lost his life.

Before that, the real crime committed by that criminal gang was-

"Illegal...kidnapping."