Fate: Emiya the Host

Shirou was not lightly thunderstruck.

'Fuji-nee, Crap! Look at the girl in front of you, can't you see she's getting angrier?'

Suddenly, Illya coldly laughed after hearing that, "Family? Really dare to say that?"

"Scumbag man!", Sella expressionlessly commented, her gaze faintly watching Shirou.

'Don't look at me, I know nothing,' Shirou remained indifferent.

The aloof one didn't need to act as bodyguard.

"Scumbag man?", Fujimura Taiga seemed to have misunderstood something, suddenly shaking her head and using both hands and feet.

In her panic, she nearly knocked over the tea on the table.

"No! No! You all misunderstood, I only considered Kiritsugu as family, like the kind of admired older brother…"

'Didn't expect Kiritsugu to be that kind of man who starts love then discards. Could it be this treasure was something he tricked a young girl into giving up?', Fujimura Taiga started to imagine wildly again.

"Whatever," Illya was a little cold, "Fujimura Taiga… I'll call you Taiga, if you don't want to be killed, then honestly tell me what Kiritsugu was doing before he died?"

"This…", Fujimura Taiga fell into thought again.

She didn't take Illya's threat to heart. She thought that the innocent and cute girl in front of her meant something else when she said "kill."

Only Shirou knew, Illya's sense of good and evil was very weak, if she said she would kill you, it was definitely true.

'Fuji-nee, please don't walk the tightrope anymore, the wind is strong up there!'

Up to now, Shirou still couldn't figure out why Fuji-nee would bring the scabbard over, moreover as Kiritsugu's final will.

'Could it be the scabbard wasn't given to Emiya Shirou? Or rather, he didn't have an adopted son?'

After a dull period of waiting, Illya drank two cups of tea. As Sella poured more tea again, Fujimura Taiga finally opened her mouth, "How to put it, I also didn't really understand that guy Kiritsugu."

Fujimura Taiga propped up her face, "Lived alone, always mysterious, often went abroad and returned disappointed, sloppy at home, totally couldn't live without hiring people for housework."

As for why hiring, because she also wasn't good at doing housework.

"Went abroad?", Illya's expression changed slightly, following up, "Where, where abroad? And what did he do?"

"That…", Fujimura Taiga tried hard to remember, her brain nearly exploding before she said, "He didn't say specifically, but once I saw a plane ticket… seemed like it was to Germany."

"Germany!", Illya's small palm clenched tightly.

"Why?"

"To ask why, I really don't know," Fujimura Taiga's sitting posture was somewhat lazy.

She seemed to not feel the heavy pressure of the atmosphere opposite her at all.

"Not that!", Illya lowered her head, hiding her expression. Only her thin body slightly trembled.

"Illya-sama!", Sella was extremely worried.

"Completely don't understand. Since he came, why didn't he come to find Illya! All along I've been…"

"Illya-sama… don't be sad," Liz poked at Shirou's armor.

Without her prompting, Shirou had already taken action.

He had a guess. Not caring that his voice might expose him, he squatted down and said calmly, "Illya, Emiya… that man might have had some unspeakable difficulties."

Almost slipped.

"Whatever, it doesn't matter anymore," Illya quickly calmed her mood and raised her head, "The thing he promised but didn't do, only that is true."

"It's over, I don't want to know anything more about that man. Today I still want to go see the cherry blossoms. Sella, see the guest out."

"Yes, Illya-sama."

Thus, under Fujimura Taiga's blinking gaze, Sella politely saw the guest off.

"This is… over?", She stared longingly in a certain direction… that's right, the dining room.

The aroma of delicious food came from there.

Illya's gaze followed her movement, and after seeing her target, she smiled wickedly, "Want to eat, Taiga?"

If reality had special effects, you could definitely see devil-like horns grow out of Illya's head… the kind that moved.

"Oh! Can I?"

Shirou felt that if she said "yes," Fujimura Taiga could pounce like a tiger.

Illya smiled adorably, "Of course it's… not allowed!"

Rejected without hesitation.

———

After sending away Fujimura Taiga, Illya instantly threw away all thoughts of Emiya Kiritsugu, probably didn't want it to affect today's outing.

Shirou brought the scabbard and Medea to the magic workshop. Before he could speak, Medea already said, "I know what you want to ask. If you want to say it's possible, then of course there's no problem, but your Noble Phantasm…"

Medea paused slightly at this point, her smile playful, "To attach a concept, it definitely needs a Noble Phantasm as a model, in other words, if you want to attach Avalon's concept to the armor, you must give up using it as a Lesser Grail."

This was also one of the reasons why Medea thought Shirou wouldn't give up the Noble Phantasm at the time.

The Noble Phantasms he projects could only be used but not permanently stored, which meant the only real model in his hands was this one.

If he wanted to upgrade the armor, it would certainly have to be on the basis of the model. Projected ones were, after all, counterfeits.

"As expected," Shirou nodded without surprise.

He had already guessed before. Now he just wanted to see if there was a chance.

'If not, then forget it.'

Although he felt a bit regretful that the strength of the Emperor Armor stopped here, he had the system and enough knowledge reserves.

If there was a chance later, he could just remake one. It wasn't a big deal.

"You're still not hesitating?", Although she had guessed, Medea still found it hard to believe that someone could resist the temptation of the 'Independent Land of Avalon.'

Its holder wouldn't age, and it could block all pain. Even she couldn't help but be tempted.

It was just that she couldn't use it at all, and further research was meaningless.

[A/N: Previously this wasn't explained, later they added a setting: only Artoria can use the scabbard. In Fate, projected copies still work though.]

Shirou was different. His origin was special; his Noble Phantasms could contain all things, like the domineering "Under Heaven, none is not the King's land; within the seas, none is not the King's subject."

As long as he was willing to spend some time, it was entirely possible to give his armor the same ability as Avalon.

Even so, for the sake of his Master, he gave it up without hesitation.

'What is this? A legendary saint?'

"You really are the same inside and out," Medea sighed.

"Thanks," Shirou picked up Avalon casually, not overly cautious, but still giving it proper respect.

'If it can't be used by me, it's better off not existing.'

'Don't you agree, System-san?' Shirou asked coolly.

["Said…"]

'Hmm?'

On the panel appeared a manual, 'This manual… is it the Emperor Belt's manual?'

No need to question, it clearly wrote "Shining Emperor Armor User Manual" in big letters, almost blinding Shirou's eyes.

He paused a moment before opening the manual.

While chatting with Medea, Shirou flipped through the manual.

To be honest, since the Emperor Armor was created by him, there shouldn't be any features he didn't know about.

So Shirou felt like he was reading nonsense.

'Huh? Something seems off!'

Shirou went through all 100,356 items in the manual carefully, as if doing a language comprehension test, slowly digesting.

Finally reached a conclusion.

'So the armor is upgraded like this.'

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