"Did you see it? It's that child who lost all his relatives in the fire."

In the white space, conversations between women came from the woman.

"So pitiful, there is not even a single person to take care of him!"

The sentimental woman is feeling.

"Yeah, I heard that his identity has been found, and his relatives who were in contact have all died in the fire. Among the survivors of these fires, he is the most miserable one."

The gossiping woman continued to make a fuss, and she spoke very clearly, but couldn't understand it.

"Of all his relatives, he is the only survivor. He is only six years old, how did he escape?"

Relatives? Some familiar words.

"I heard that someone happened to find him on the edge of the fire, so he was sent to the hospital in time. He only found him in the center of the fire, so many people came to him to ask about the cause of the fire."

What is a fire?

"What did this kid say?"

A sentimental woman asked curiously.

"I don't know what's wrong. When he woke up, he didn't say anything or did nothing. He didn't answer anything. He was like a living dead person. Some people said that the child was self-enclosed after encountering stimulation."

The Living Dead? Who are you talking about?

"Then don't we know nothing?"

A sentimental woman is poking her head.

"It's not entirely true. The child has nightmares every night and has no other movements. He only heard him muttering the black sun and the black sun."

"Black sun? How can there be a sun at night? Besides, it cannot be black. How can I see it if it is black?"

Well, I became curious too.

Who is starting to be curious?

"That's right, I can't ask anything, and then no one came to see him for a month."

What a poor little guy.

"Hello, my name is Kiritsugu Emiya. I just heard you talk about the black sun. What's going on?"

Suddenly, the man's voice was inserted.

Low and magnetic, and very familiar.

I met familiar content again and felt a little excited.

Who is excited?

The man communicated with the woman's voice for a long time. At first, the man was asking questions, and then the gossiped woman took the initiative to reveal more content.

After a long time, people's discussions stopped and dispersed, and the sound of men's footsteps became closer and closer.

Then, a familiar face appeared in front of him.

The face, which once showed a happy smile with tears, appeared in front of him again.

His face was exhausted, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and his beard was chirping.

That's a familiar person.

Relatives, Fire, Black Sun, Save...

All vocabulary is instantly reorganized.

I am the saved child.

I am the child who has lost all his loved ones.

I am the child who saw the most horrible thing in the world.

I just lost all my relatives. Facing the greatest horror I have ever had, I could only give up my self full of fear and despair and turn myself into a child of the living dead.

And he is—

"It was you who saved me-"

The voice that had not been able to speak for a long time could not grasp the tone.

But I will never admit my mistake in the happy face that saved me.

It turns out that helping others is so happy, giving me hope to the desperate me, and giving the feeling of light to the world is so happy, it is what he told me about this fact.

It was him who gave me a second life and hope for life.

Later, the man adopted the child who had lost his loved ones.

The child finally began to communicate with others normally.

Children no longer dream about the black sun.

Children grow up healthily like others.

However, the child does not know how much of the reorganized personality actually belongs to his original self.

Forgot your original relatives and forgot the dead.

Forgot your past self in exchange for the ability to survive.

Like ordinary people, a happy and ordinary life.

However, there is still a little different.

Children have memories that they have never discovered.

Quietly, tiny cracks appeared in the child’s empty beautiful memories.

In the happy space, the child looked around in a daze, and then recalled something that did not belong to him.

Memory reversal—

The terrible black memories are like waves that instantly cover all the beautiful memories.

“…Use treasures and destroy the Holy Grail.”

In the darkness that drowns the child, a man's voice sounds.

The memories hidden in my heart suddenly emerged, shattering the beautiful feelings in my heart.

That was the voice of my father.

The voice of a man who became the adoptive father of a child.

The truth that I once walked in the dark streets and got from the other self emerged before my eyes.

Those who save themselves are also those who destroy themselves.

The person who gives himself the happiest experience is also the person who gives himself the greatest despair coldly.
Chapter completed!