Infinite Sand Sculpture × Human Dementia

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Chapter 34

    The escalation of the Holy Grail War that Osamu Dazai expected did not happen.

    Lancer is in a state of semi-out with a child.

    Archer, Berserker, Rider, and Saber are all pretty powerful Heroic Spirits, but three of them are paddling.

    Having already used a Command Seal, Emiya Kiritsugu, who has returned to the starting line, does not want Saber to provoke one of the other three for the time being, he needs more information to support the follow-up plan.

    Irisviel, who didn't need to take Saber out for a stroll, happily started the daily life of raising her younger sister.

    Pressing the person exactly like herself in front of the mirror, she took a comb and combed each other's hair one by one, with a blessed mood and tenderness like water.

    As an artificial life, Irisviel possesses considerable virtues.

    Noble, kind, intelligent, tenacious, just like a saint.

    Osamu Dazai couldn't adapt to such intimate behavior, and chatted with her to divert his attention.

    "Is that short-haired sister Emiya-san's assistant?"

    The appearance of a person who doesn't understand magic in the Holy Grail War really attracted people's attention.

    Hisau Maiya played a crucial supporting role in Emiya Kiritsugu's past actions. Although he was not valued by the teams, he performed quite well.

    The tacit understanding between her and Emiya Kiritsugu's partner is amazing.

    It's like acting with a person's will.

    As Emiya Kiritsugu's wife, would Irisviel feel jealous?

    "Maiya was Kiritsugu's assistant before I married Kiritsugu. She loves Kiritsugu very much, and she is also a very outstanding woman. I hope that she can still be by Kiritsugu's side after I die." Alice

    Viel Said quite naturally, without any self-persuasion and reluctant meaning.

    She regards Hisu Maiya, who loves Emiya Kiritsugu as deeply as herself, as a family member, trusts her, and feels happy for the tacit understanding between her and her husband.

    "Why?"

    "Have you ever loved anyone?"

    "..."

    Osamu Dazai stared at himself in the mirror, even though he had put on the same pure and beautiful skin as the woman behind him, he still only saw the fog of chaos in his eyes.

    He: "I don't know how to love someone."

    I don't even know how to respond to a warm and sincere feeling.

    Will the feelings formed by anticipation, tolerance and preference be the same as the feelings formed by worrying about loss, calculation and greed?