Fate: Emiya the Host

Half an hour really was enough.

After all, it was deep sleep.

With the system's blessing, both spirit and body had recovered pretty well.

Even another round of hand-to-hand with Uncle B wouldn't be a problem.

It was just that the hunger gauge had doubled.

Didn't matter.

It's not like the title of Legendary Hunger-Resistant King was something he couldn't fight for.

He looked toward Olga Marie.

The latter had the kind of embarrassed feeling like she'd been caught talking bad behind someone's back.

She stammered, "W-what are you looking at… At worst I'll apologize, okay?"

Using such a fierce tone to say cowardly words, that feather-puffed tsundere was something else.

But Shirou wasn't focused on that, he had another reason, "Can you come with me? There's something important I need to tell you."

Dragging this out wasn't an option. She needed some mental preparation for the fact that she was already dead.

"Just me?", Olga Marie asked uncertainly.

'Could it be he wants to secretly take revenge on me?'

'Don't tell me it's going to turn into some scene from a delinquent manga?'

"Mm, just you."

'As expected."

Olga Marie hugged her body, looking a little uneasy, "You can't just say it here?"

"No."

Shirou added, "Afterward you can explain however you want, but for now, let's wait until you actually understand."

'He used "afterward," didn't he?'

Olga Marie didn't know how to answer.

Shirou assumed she'd agreed, motioned for her to follow, and left Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash here.

Watching the boy's back, Olga Marie hesitated for a moment but still followed.

She felt maybe she was overthinking it, 'Judging by his personality, he doesn't seem like a pervert, just a strong freak.'

She couldn't even see any trace of a magician's cold indifference on him.

Well, he'd admitted himself. He wasn't a "magus," just a "user of magecraft."

When they reached a secluded corner, Shirou turned and asked seriously, "Would you mind letting me take a look at your body?"

He had a rough idea of how to save her.

But he'd never tried it before. Even the system might not be able to guarantee the odds of success.

"Ha?", Olga Marie blinked twice, the shine in her eyes suddenly gone.

"Careless…", A drop of cold sweat beaded on her forehead. One hand went behind her back to gather magical energy while she slowly retreated, keeping a cautious eye on Shirou's movements.

"Did your nature come out the moment Caster died? I knew it. No such thing as a perfect saint in this world."

On the surface, he looked simple, without desire, even gave her the sense of some kind of holy saint.

'Turns out it was just hidden lust.'

Shirou smacked his own forehead and said, "Sorry, I should've explained first."

"Haven't you noticed anything strange about yourself?"

"Strange?"

Seeing he didn't look like the kind of guy ruled by his lower half, Olga Marie relaxed a little and curiously examined her body.

Nothing unusual. Her magic circuits were perfectly intact, functioning as normal.

"I don't mean your body after spiritron transfer."

Seeing she still hadn't caught on, Shirou gave another hint, "Earlier, Fujimaru said there was that huge explosion. Mash survived only by becoming a demi-servant. Fujimaru Ritsuka managed spiritron transfer at the last moment and made a contract with Mash."

"And you?"

Shirou's words nearly stopped Olga Marie's heart.

'Right,what about me?'

She clearly remembered she didn't even have the aptitude for spiritron transfer.

And that explosion back then…

Unknowingly, the color drained from her face.

Olga Marie opened a connection to Romani.

["Something wrong, Director?"]

When Romani's image appeared, Olga Marie's lips trembled as she asked, "Dr. Romani, did you see my body?"

Romani froze, ["I… I didn't notice."]

More like he never even saw it.

That's right. The light had spread right at her feet back then. She had said…

Thud!

All strength left her in that moment.

Olga Marie collapsed to the ground, her gaze vacant, "So that means I… died?"

["No, don't jump to conclusions!"]

Realizing the gravity, Romani stood up, ["I'll go look again."]

"No need."

Olga Marie said weakly, "I'm not an idiot. If I were still alive, I couldn't have come here at all."

Without the aptitude for spiritron transfer, yet appearing in a Singularity, there was only one possibility.

Her body was completely gone. Only her soul remained.

"How could this be?", She looked a little lost and overwhelmed.

The strong front she had put up all along collapsed in this moment.

"I-I don't want to die yet… I still have things to finish, and…"

"You're really this calm?", Shirou looked at her in surprise, "That's amazing."

Since he'd never died, Shirou couldn't say whether he'd stay this calm if he found out he was already dead.

Of course, even if he didn't stay calm, the first thing he'd do would be to call out the system for analysis.

"What good would panicking do?"

Olga Marie tried to keep her emotions under control, but her body shook uncontrollably, and she couldn't even muster the strength to stand.

"Better than clinging to life like a Marisburian hound, at least I can say I died on duty, right? Died in service!"

Her voice was already breaking.

No matter how strong, sharp-tongued, or stubborn, she was still just a twenty-something girl.

The weight of her director's duties and Chaldea's zero-level reputation had already left her under crushing mental pressure.

Now learning she was dead, living on only through spiritron transfer, the fact she hadn't immediately collapsed was proof of her strength.

Shirou offered his hand, "Mind if I help?"

"Thanks," Olga Marie's face was pale, "At this point, does it even matter?"

Shirou noticed her hand was unnaturally cold.

When she finally managed to stand with difficulty, she let go, "Th-thank you."

Another thanks.

For a tsundere girl, to say "thank you" twice in under ten seconds showed just how shaken she was.

Even so, she didn't abandon the dignity expected of an Animusphere heir.

"If you just wanted to tell me this, then fine. I know now. Yes… it's a matter of survival, thank—"

Before the third "thank you" slipped out, Shirou interrupted, "Since you understand your current state, let's return to the earlier point. Would you mind letting me take a look at your body?"

"What do you mean?", Olga Marie truly had no energy to wrestle with this.

If she was dead, she had to think about the Animusphere family's succession.

So her tone came out irritable.

Shirou knocked her lightly on the head, "Calm down and use that smart brain of yours. Don't forget my shoddy magecraft."

Even forgetting the pain in her head, Olga Marie muttered, "Magecraft… projection magecraft…"

Suddenly, she grabbed Shirou's hand tightly, her eyes locked onto his, "Don't tell me…"

"That's right," Shirou nodded, "It won't be possible to make a permanent body. But once you return, you should be able to reconstruct a flesh body, right?"

"That's right," Olga Marie grew so excited her words tumbled, "Exactly, so…"

Then she finally realized, "So you're saying you want to analyze my body?"

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