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

"I never thought we'd have this day, did I, Gin?" Vermouth leaned against the shop window, watching the people celebrating not far away, her tone tinged with emotion.

Looking back now, it seems she never truly participated in the joy of others, even as Sharon and Chris, who had a huge fan base worldwide, she couldn't get into it.

She is Vermouth of the Black Organization; that is her true nature. The glory of Sharon or Chris is ultimately just a disguise.

Once you become addicted, there is only one way out: death.

But it is different now.

Gin, hiding in a dark corner, was still wearing his black overcoat, smoking a cigarette.

Vermouth continued talking to herself, completely ignoring the fact that Gin hadn't replied to her. Actually, she didn't want to communicate with Gin; she just felt a rare urge to confide in him.

“Even among the bosses of evil organizations, there are individual differences. It would be good if Professor Moriarty were willing to lead us.”

Compared to Karasuma Renya, that coward who didn't even dare to show his face, the elegant, intelligent, generous, and humorous Moriarty was miles ahead of the former. Even his subordinates accepted the change of boss without any objection, including Gin and Rum, who seemed to be the most loyal to the boss.

After all, people aren't stupid; everyone wants a good boss.

"Even if he leaves, he has prepared a way out for us."

Given the current state of humanity, there's no need for front men for the time being. Forces like the Black Organization will inevitably suffer heavy losses, since the whole world is in chaos and must rely on strong government control and deterrence. They might even implement a distribution system for a long time. Under these circumstances, there is no room for the Black Organization to survive.

Even politicians and tycoons who previously supported the Black Organization are likely to use them as political achievements or as a scapegoat to scare others.

However, this was something Moriarty had already foreseen, which is why he was not interested in the future of this world. High-difficulty challenges are indeed good, but hiding and running around like a mouse is not in line with his elegant image.

Therefore, he decisively sold all of the Black Organization's legacy, including the research he and Paracelsus had conducted during this period, for a good price. In addition, they had also made contributions in this war, so in exchange for the Black Organization members' past actions being forgiven, the research team could join formal research institutions, and the action team had to undergo a period of surveillance, preferably joining institutions in various countries.

Everyone else is fine, but Gin has offended quite a few intelligence agencies from various countries. Without protection, the Japanese Public Security Bureau, the FBI... all of them have blood on their hands and will never let him go. Even if they say they will forgive and forget, it doesn't mean they can't do something underhanded.

There's no point in talking about undercover agents now, so the two of them tacitly avoided mentioning it.

"What are your plans for the future, Gin?" Vermouth crossed her legs gracefully, her face as beautiful as a heroic spirit, her figure perfect, and her firm, fair skin made it hard to believe that this woman was at least over 70 years old.

"I'll pass on you. Your skills aren't good enough to fit into ordinary society; you're destined to serve the dark side."

Vermouth can at least make a living through acting, and as a public figure, most countries turn a blind eye to her. The main thing is that she will become Chris in the future, so they won't make things too difficult for her.

However, Gin is different. He is a high-risk individual, and everything he knows is for killing and committing crimes.

Gin gave Vermouth a cold look: "Don't worry about it, my friend has already found me a place to go."

Vermouth was stunned, then chuckled: "I never thought you would say something like that."

"Oh my friend……"

"I didn't hear you... Wait, could it be..."

"Hohenheim".

Gin coldly uttered the surname.

In fact, Paracelsus was the name he chose himself, meaning that he considered himself greater than the Roman physician Kelsus; Hohenheim was his original surname.

“This is just a transaction. To him, his Master is a friend, and he needs friends.”

"This is necessary to obtain the power of Heroic Spirits."

Gin's calm explanation still revealed that his gloomy aura remained as oppressive and frightening as ever.

Vermouth raised an eyebrow: "Oh? Is that so?"

Gin really doesn't explain himself that much.

"Let's just leave it at that. Anyway, since Hohenheim has already made the arrangements, there shouldn't be any problems."

The Philosopher's Stone, homunculus technology, potions, the five elements... Hohenheim has too many things to trade. He is a magician with an extremely high reputation in both the magic world and real history. If people in the real world were to choose which heroic spirits they would like to keep, he would definitely be at the top of the list, if not at the very top.

After all, his value lies not only in magic, but also in wisdom and skill.

"gone."

After finishing his cigarette, Gin threw it on the ground and crushed it with the sole of his shoe.

Unlike before, there was no need to carefully collect the saliva to prevent it from being extracted. The man, whose real name was Kurosawa Jin, didn't even glance at the beautiful Vermouth before walking out. Vodka was still waiting for him by the car, acting like a driver.

However, his beloved old Porsche has been replaced by an ordinary Suzuki.

"What a lack of manners! He doesn't even know how to say goodbye."

Vermouth looked displeased.

"When will we meet again? Hmm... I hope there won't be a next time. I don't want to keep facing his sour face."

Vermouth smiled gently, turned and left. The two went in different directions, but their figures seemed more relaxed than ever before, stepping onto their own tomorrow.

It may not be light, but at least we don't have to continue to wallow in darkness.

The world is only so big, and perhaps one day we will meet again in another place.