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第三章 . . . 000
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﹒  ◠  METEMPSYCHOSIS    ⊹    ﹒
— “ reincarnation ” !
"There were moments of peace, brief and precious, like the light of a candle in a storm."
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Fuyuki City
7th of September 2004, 9:00 AM

          The morning sun filtered through the thick leaves of the trees, casting a soft golden glow over the backyard of Rin’s manor. The air was crisp and fresh, a slight breeze carrying the scent of dew-covered grass. Galateya, the frail albino girl with silver hair, sat perched on a wooden bench next to Romani. Her large, blue eyes gleamed with excitement as she looked up at him, recalling the events of the previous night with wide-eyed wonder.

            “You were like a superhero!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with childlike awe as she tugged on Romani's cloak. “Just like in those anime and cartoons I watched with my family back in Germany! You fought that bad woman---Caster---like one of the heroes!” Her small hands mimicked the motions of magic casting, her expression animated.

           Romani gave a soft chuckle beneath his hood, the golden glint of his eyes catching the light for a moment as he glanced at her with a warm, almost amused expression. “Superhero, huh?” he mused, his voice calm and relaxed. “I am not quite that, but I am glad you think so.”

           Nearby, Rin sat on the same bench, arms casually resting on the backrest, observing the scene with a chuckle. She leaned forward, her gaze shifting between Romani and the little girl. “I have got to say, I did not expect you to have such a fan,” she teased lightly. Her own curiosity about the traveler still lingered, but she did not press him further. There were bigger things to focus on, and if their cloak-wearing ally did not want to talk, they had to respect that.

           Shirou stood not far from them, hands in his pockets as he leaned against the railing of the manor’s patio, while Saber sat nearby, her posture as dignified and poised as always. The redheaded boy exchanged a look with the King of Knights, his mind still buzzing with thoughts of last night’s events. The cloaked traveler had shown abilities far beyond what the redheaded boy had ever witnessed. But as much as he wanted to ask more, he knew from the past few days that getting answers from Romani was like trying to squeeze water from a stone.

            Saber, picking up on the silence, glanced at Shirou and spoke in her usual clear tone. “It is understandable to have questions, Shirou, but Romani will reveal what he wishes in due time. For now, we can be grateful that he has chosen to aid us.”

           Shirou nodded, running a hand through his messy red hair. “Yeah, I get that. I am just still wrapping my head around everything that is happened.”

           Rin, sensing the weight of Shirou’s thoughts, shifted the conversation, focusing her attention on him. “Speaking of which, how are you feeling after last night? You pushed your Projection Magic pretty far. We are not going to have you passing out on us again, are we?”

           Shirou scratched the back of his head, giving a slightly embarrassed grin. “I am okay now. I think I have gotten better at handling it.”

           Saber, sitting nearby, added quietly, “Archer visited last night while you were asleep. He healed the necrotic tissues on Shirou’s arm.” Her tone was matter-of-fact, though her gaze was briefly thoughtful.