Fate/Ultimate Antagonist

[65] To You, a Thousand Years Later

Cold, yet not shivering.

Amidst a hazy and heavy chaos.

With black hair youth slowly opened his eyes.

Before him lay a pristine, unfamiliar ceiling.

Modern-looking recessed lights adorned the ceiling, but they remained unlit.

Outside the window, the sky was veiled in mist.

The morning haze of London cast through the window bars, its light neither gloomy nor bright.

The room was dimly lit.

A faint scent of disinfectant permeated the air.

The sensation behind his head wasn't quite soft and comfortable, and the bed beneath him felt narrow and hard.

Alvin, no, now it should be Reinhard, lowered his gaze to the striped patient gown he wore.

His gradually awakening brain soon realized where he was...

Ah, the hospital, how nostalgic...

He had lain on a sickbed just like this before his journey to the moonlit world, facing the doctor's pitiful expression as he silently read through his own medical record, declaring his terminal illness.

Alvin Pendragon...

That dream of unwaking finally shattered.

In a daze, as if he had experienced a lifetime.

Reinhard propped himself up with his hands.

Slowly, he sat up.

The first thing that caught his eye was the figure of a silver-haired girl curled up in a chair beside his bed, her whole being shrunk into a ball as she dozed lightly.

His gaze involuntarily scrutinized the beautiful figure before him.

First, the suede strap of her shoes.

Next, her elegantly shaped calves wrapped in black fabric.

Above that, knee-high stockings with a tantalizing sheen.

Her pleated charcoal-gray skirt shielded against any improper gaze into her modest domain.

The black hood slightly obscured her forehead, and her delicate sleeping face seemed immersed in peaceful slumber.

Her thin and dainty lips were slightly pursed, a glistening drool trickling from the corner of her mouth.

The girl, named Gray, was his mentor's disciple.

Like a curled-up kitten, cute and petite.

She must have fallen asleep... on the chair.

Reinhard gazed at her face, her silver hair's fine eyelashes seeming vividly countable.

Seeing this scene, Reinhard immediately realized... Gray had been caring for him here.

He had been brought to the hospital.

So... the simulation ended, and he had been unconscious for how long?

He cautiously lifted the white blanket and slid into a pair of cotton slippers marked for patients.

Creak...

Despite the faint noise, it was enough to rouse the silver-haired girl from her light slumber.

"Senpai...?"

Rubbing her sleepy eyes.

The girl slowly opened her deep green, lake-like clear eyes.