My youth story, a crossover anime, turns out, is FGO!

"Master, here, here!"

The lively and cheerful voice of his own servant filled his ears, and then a fair and slender hand, but with rather large knuckles, reached out in front of him.

Kasumigaoka Utaha looked up, and sure enough, the overly familiar Servant was staring at her with eyes as blue as the sky. Her small figure was perfectly reflected in those eyes, making it seem as if she were the only person in his world.

However, this must be an illusion. Kasumigaoka Utaha judged.

Kasumigaoka Utaha extended her hand, which the other person easily grasped, and with a pull, she was lightly lifted up.

"right here."

Charlemagne dusted off the spot next to him before letting his Master sit down: "I noticed it before, this angle is really amazing!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha held down her skirt and sat down demurely. The wind was a bit strong up there, so she brushed the strands of hair that were blowing against her face before looking in the direction Charlemagne had pointed out.

At first glance, the sky was clear and blue, with only a few clouds drifting below the distant mountains.

Although it's a very ordinary scene, it's actually quite rare to see in the city, given the abundance of skyscrapers and the perpetually gloomy weather, making it difficult to witness a clear blue sky.

"and this."

Charlemagne opened the umbrella he had brought, and Kasumigaoka Utaha looked over. He smiled naturally and said, "It is said that girls nowadays are troubled by getting tanned by the sun. Anyway, you still have to be prepared."

Isn't that a bit too considerate?

Kasumigaoka Utaha's thoughts drifted for a moment. Did she know anyone like that? In any case, Aki Tomoya would never think of such things; he was only concerned with his bishoujo game.

Why do I have to watch this?

Kasumigaoka Utaha couldn't help but ask, after all, she was a little surprised when Charlemagne invited her.

"Master, don't you think it would be nice to see the bright and beautiful daylight?"

Charlemagne's smile was brighter than the sun. Since being summoned, he seemed to have maintained a good mood and never showed any signs of frustration, which made Kasumigaoka Utaha, a slightly gloomy girl, feel complicated.

"In short, I feel very happy when I see a sky like this, because the sky was like this before humankind was born, right?"

"Of course, marveling at the beauty of the sky is just my own self-indulgence, wishful thinking, and imposing my own will on the sky."

Charlemagne's voice suddenly softened, and her eyes, which were as clear as a sunny sky, dimmed slightly, but she remained beautiful.

"However, it's more accurate to say that I can still maintain this awareness, be able to feel that the sky is beautiful, and still believe that there are things waiting for me ahead. Even when I'm not alive, I can still immerse myself in this sentimentality... Ah, sorry, it seems I've taken the liberty of saying some troublesome and self-centered things."

“It’s nothing really, you can continue,” Kasumigaoka Utaha said sincerely, bending her knees, cupping her face in her hands, and turning her head to look at Charlemagne.

Actually, understanding your own Servants better can provide more inspiration, Kasumigaoka Utaha thought.

"...Actually, I don't have much to say." Charlemagne's tone turned somber, then rose again. "How are you, Master? Are you feeling any better?"

"What?" Kasumigaoka Utaha was taken aback.

"Perhaps I'm just talking to myself, but I feel that Master hasn't been in a good mood lately."

"Are you troubled by your own work? It must be a lot of pressure."

Charlemagne looked slightly troubled: "I don't seem to be the type to be very considerate of others, so this is all I can do."

"Of course, bringing Master here, thinking that because I like the sky, you will like it too... is a bit too self-centered."

“…No, not really.”

Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't know what expression to make. In fact, she just pursed her lips and stared straight at Charlemagne with her big, scarlet eyes.

"Although it's a bit self-absorbed, I don't dislike it."

Kasumigaoka Utaha took a deep breath and smiled.

A faint, incomparably beautiful smile.

"I am indeed struggling with some things, and the content of the novel is one of them."

Kasumigaoka Utaha rested her chin on her knees. Her voice was soft, but a Heroic Spirit could hear it clearly: "My first novel, 'Love Metronome,' was very popular and sold well, so the second one can't be bad either, otherwise people will say things like, 'Kasumigaoka Utaha has run out of ideas.'"

"Moreover, as you know, literature about Heroic Spirits is very popular recently, and many very talented authors have already written about them. It's not that I lack confidence, but at least I feel some pressure."

Kasumigaoka Utaha spread her five fingers, feeling the light shining through them onto her cheeks, and squinted slightly.

"Yes, I see."

Charlemagne nodded seriously: "I'll say it, Master."

Kasumigaoka Utaha: "What's wrong?"

The young emperor beamed with a smile brighter than the sun: "May I have the honor of reading your masterpiece?"

"...This is it."

Kasumigaoka Utaha brought up the document and pushed the computer in front of Charlemagne, feeling the awkwardness of an ugly daughter-in-law meeting her in-laws.

Then, as if awaiting judgment, he sat on the sofa, merely listening intently to what was happening over there.

"Mmm...ah...mmm..."

What does this mean? Kasumigaoka Utaha changed her posture again. How should I put it? After all, it would be a bit strange to have Charlemagne, the so-called Father of Europe, read her light novel, right? After all, he's such a big shot... But Charlemagne has never given her that kind of pressure.

Charlemagne, whom Kasumigaoka Utaha knows, is always cheerful and easy-going, lively and energetic, more like a DK than the Emperor.

It took Charlemagne several hours to read the last word with utmost care.

By this time, it was already dark, and Charlemagne finally closed the document.

"I'm done reading."

"How is it?" Kasumigaoka Utaha asked nervously.

"Fantastic!" Charlemagne didn't hold back his exaggeration. "Superb, Master, are you some kind of novel-writing genius?! That's what I think."

Her heart, which had been pounding, immediately settled in her chest, and Kasumigaoka Utaha put on a humble expression: "I'm alright."

“But… there are some parts, especially the combat scenes, that I feel I have some right to comment on.” Charlemagne brought up the relevant paragraphs. “Here, and here… it’s illogical, and here…”

Kasumigaoka Utaha nodded as she looked at it: "Indeed, you are the expert in this area."

After revising according to Charlemagne's suggestions, Kasumigaoka Utaha then asked, "Anything else?"

"Anything else? Actually, I don't know much about love, I have no experience in this area, so I don't have the right to speak... But, Master, you're so cunning."

Kasumigaoka Utaha's heart skipped a beat.

Seen through?

Kasumigaoka Utaha has never been in a relationship. Her novels, rather than moving readers with emotions, are more likely to deceive them with schemes.

The female protagonists and supporting characters in her stories are actually the same type as her.

No man likes a woman whose mind is full of schemes and plots. Kasumigaoka Utaha subconsciously bit her lip.

"But, very cool, no, that's not cool... well, I should say cute. The way Riko (the second female lead) schemes for love is very cute."

Charlemagne flashed his usual straightforward and radiant smile.

Kasumigaoka Utaha's heart skipped a beat.

“Hey, Charlemagne.”

"What's wrong, Master?"

The beautiful black-haired girl had something deeper hidden in her crimson eyes. She said, "There's a fireworks festival next week. Let's go together."

“Okay,” Charlemagne nodded.

The next day, Kasumigaoka Utaha, sporting dark circles under her eyes, pushed her computer in front of Charlemagne.

"Yesterday, I had some ideas for revising the novel, so I rewrote the ending overnight."

Charlemagne blinked, looked at it again, and realized that if Pear was the second female lead before, she had now become the absolute female lead.

"Which one do you think is more suitable? You can decide how the novel should proceed."

"What should I choose, Charlemagne?"