Doraemon for an imperfect world

"Sorry." Saber turned around, as if she no longer wanted to argue with Iskandar, but wanted to put her ideals into practice through concrete actions.

She walked into the telephone booth, and with the spread of some invisible power, the world around her changed slightly.

Volume 3 Type-Moon: Chapter 158 Quantum Recording Fixed Band

"Okay, now we can watch the subsequent developments through this time-lapse TV." Doraemon said, "Just like this, another boy named Arthur drew the holy sword...but history remains unchanged."

"No!" Saber gritted her teeth and said, "I want to try again!"

With that, she returned to the telephone booth. Since choosing another self didn't work, she decided to try another approach.

"What if Britain hadn't been destroyed?"

After saying that, she couldn't wait to come to Doraemon and look at the time-lapse TV again.

This time in history, Britain remained standing and everything seemed to be thriving, but not long after, everything suddenly took a 180-degree turn.

Britain still perished.

"Why is this happening?" Doraemon looked at the TV in confusion.

The turn of all these things was so sudden, as if there was some invisible force controlling everything and planning the predetermined fate.

"If that doesn't work, you might as well try the possibility that 'Camelot has continued to this day'." Doraemon reminded.

Saber nodded and walked into the phone booth with a gloomy face. Just after she made her request, the world suddenly became very familiar.

——Just like what Iskandar wanted, a world as desolate as the possibility of him conquering the world.

Obviously, if the telephone booth is lazy again, this is not creation, but coming to another existing parallel world.

But how did these worlds end?

Saber looked at the world in front of her in silence for a long time, then clenched her fists and returned to her seat without saying a word.

"Well, why don't you give it a try?" Doraemon tried to comfort him. "If all else fails, then try the possibility that Britain could continue to this day and humans could reproduce normally?"

"No, that doesn't make any sense." Saber closed her eyes. "Whether it's a false possibility or a real parallel world, that's not my country. If I pin my ideals on other possibilities, then what's the difference between that and running away?"

Come to think of it, she actually had a moment of fantasy that going to such a world would be nice. How sad.

"Thank you for your kindness, but even if such a world exists, I will not accept it." Saber said, "There is only one Britain that belongs to my homeland, and the citizens who need me to protect are only in this world. I will never abandon them!"

"Is that so?"

In fact, Doraemon is not without a solution. If he wants to go back to the past in person, he can use the time belt, but the butterfly effect that may be caused by that will undoubtedly be huge.

It is against the law and the time and space police will come to your door!

But will the time and space police find this place?

Doraemon sighed softly, then walked into the telephone booth, let everything return to the original world, and put the prop away again.

"Okay, although it may be a bit offensive, can you please stop the war?" Doraemon returned to the crowd and said sincerely, "After all, Caster has caused so much damage to this city."

"Impossible!" Iskandar flatly refused. "But I can promise that I will never trample on the city like Caster did."

"Me too." Saber said.

So Doraemon looked at Gilgamesh.

As for the spearman, he seems to be a very reasonable person and should not hurt innocent people. As for the assassin, he is a profession hidden in the shadows, so there should be no problem. So the person who worries Doraemon the most now is the one in front of him.

"Hmph, the lives of my subjects are also my property. Unless someone has usurped my rights, I will not kill innocent people." Gilgamesh said, his crimson eyes glancing around. "But as for those cultivators who covet my treasure, that is another matter."

"Your treasure?" Iskandar asked curiously. "The Holy Grail?"

"Of course," Gilgamesh said. "All the treasures in heaven and on earth belong to me!"

Although it's not quite what I imagined, it should be enough.

After all, servants are essentially dead people, so as long as they don't harm innocent people, internal conflicts have nothing to do with Doraemon.

It has absolutely no interest in wishing machines or anything like that.

"In that case, I'll be leaving for now." Doraemon stood up and said goodbye very casually while looking at Sakura beside him. "Do you want me to take you home? Your family will be worried if you're still out so late, right?"

"It's okay, Uncle Kariya and Uncle Yazuru are not at home." Sakura shook her head, and at this moment her stomach suddenly made a sound.

Sakura's face suddenly looked a little embarrassed. Although Medusa had prepared dinner before, she was called out before she had time to eat.

"Really? You have to eat dinner properly." Doraemon lectured, "Otherwise your stomach will get sick!"

"I'll pay attention." Sakura said with her head lowered guiltily.

"Let me find out where the food is..."

Doraemon was rummaging through his pockets when he suddenly noticed out of the corner of his eye that one of his lucky playing cards that had been placed aside at some point was missing.

At the same time, a plane just flew over Fuyuki City.

"Oh no!" someone said in a panic. "There's a problem with the fuel reserves. We need to reduce the load immediately!"

"Then drop the contents of the cargo hold down, now!"

As they were talking, boxes of cargo were poured down from the bottom of the plane.

Bang! First, a metal square table fell intact in front of Sakura.

With a bang, a pair of chopsticks fell onto the table.

Then, amidst a burst of crackling sounds, the stainless steel cutlery was placed on the table just right, becoming scorching hot due to the collision, and then all kinds of food fell into the bowls one by one.

Sakura raised her head blankly and looked in the direction where the plane left in the distance.

"Ah, another one is missing." Doraemon looked at the playing cards in his hand with some sorrow and anguish. "This is used up too quickly."

Come to think of it, I should have written in the pre-written diary that the props would not be stolen at the emperor's reminder, or was it because of some other reason that the props were lost?

If I have to lose this, I still hope that the last card will fall into the hands of the bad guys.

Just as I was thinking about it, another card was missing.

"What is that?" Sakura asked curiously.

"It's a playing card that can grant wishes. The effect is just like what happened just now." Doraemon explained dejectedly, "Anyway, be careful when you're out there alone."

"Well, Sister Medusa will protect me, right?"

"Leave it to me." Medusa, whose body shape had returned to its original state after returning to her original world, looked at her chest with some loss, then nodded listlessly.

Volume 3: Chapter 159: Going against the Ancestors' Decision

Tohsaka family.

After a long day of hard work, Tōsaka Tokiomi was talking to his student's father, Kotomine Ri, in a state of panic:

"I've already arranged some suggestion magic for the survivors," Tōsaka Tokiomi said wearily. "Everyone's memories are hazy, and there are many contradictions between them. This way, there will be no problem in proving that the hallucinations were caused by gas poisoning."

"No, the most troublesome thing right now is not this." Kotomine Lizheng said, "For some reason, those buildings that collapsed earlier suddenly recovered."

"what?"

"It's absolutely true. I saw with my own eyes that the buildings have been restored to their original state." Kotomine Risei said.

"I understand." Tōsaka Tokiomi rubbed his brow and said, "Anything else?"

Although he didn't know how to explain this kind of thing, fortunately the previous news did not report the actual casualties, so it was still not in time - after all, he couldn't just go and blow up someone else's house again. Although most of his colleagues did not have any psychological burden to do so, he still had a bottom line. At least he couldn't do anything to take human lives casually.

That posture was too ugly and did not conform to the aristocratic elegance he always pursued.

What's more, I still have no idea how those buildings were restored and who restored them to their original state.

"Regarding what happened when the caster went berserk earlier, do you remember the water that suddenly parted?"

"Well, such a distinctive feature is naturally recognizable at a glance." Tōsaka Tokiomi rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Moses, who led the believers out of Egypt, it would be reasonable if that prophet joined the Holy Grail War as a Servant, but that blue thing is not a Servant, and it claims to be a robot from the future."

"What you hear is not necessarily true."

Kotomine Risei reminded.

"I see."

After dealing with his allies, Tōsaka Tokiomi sat down on the sofa and began to try to share Gilgamesh's perspective.

The king's power is unquestionable, but at the same time, his uncontrollability is equally high.

For example, now he actually went to someone else's place to attend a party... Wait, Sakura!

No, I must go find that guy Kariya and ask him clearly.

Tōsaka Tokiomi covered his head and continued to watch the conversations between the servants, trying to find some information.

If it's a phone booth? It sounds like nonsense, why doesn't anyone question it?

Then, after the King of Conquerors entered the telephone booth, the visual sharing was suddenly disconnected and was not restored until a short time later.

Oh, are we starting to express our wishes? Let me see what Sakura's wish is...

"I want to be the greatest scientist and deconstruct all mysteries!"

Tōsaka Tokiomi felt his blood pressure rising immediately.

"Kariya! You bastard!"

He couldn't help but punch the armrest of the sofa.

What on earth did Sakura learn in the Matou family?

And deconstruct all the mysteries. What on earth did she go through to make such a decision that goes against her ancestors?

Tōsaka Tokiomi suppressed his anger and kept reminding himself in his heart to be elegant and to remain calm and at ease at all times.

As Sakura's Servant entered the phone booth, the visual sharing was disconnected again.

How could Sakura just reveal the Servant's name so casually?

Toosaka Tokiomi thought helplessly, am I still too young?

However, if he could convince Sakura to join his side, he would be able to easily win with three servants. After all, Caster has already left the field, and there are only three left... Wait, something is wrong?

Tōsaka Tokiomi frowned slightly.

Archer is his own hero king, Assassin is Hassan played by Kotomine Kirei, Caster is dead, so excluding the other three, shouldn't the remaining one be Berserker?

Berserker, although the servants of that class have powerful attributes, they should be completely irrational. Why does Sakura's servant seem to be completely unaffected?

Is it some special reason of Medusa, or other factors?

Or, is it some other job agency?

Tokiomi rubbed his temples in distress. In order to remain calm on the battlefield, he had to work twice as hard day and night before the battle, but now the situation of this Holy Grail War seemed to be getting more and more out of control.

Continuing to watch, I saw the blue robot cat took out a deck of playing cards that claimed to be able to make wishes come true.

Well, he wouldn't believe that.

But if you think about it carefully, didn't Zouken Matou mention anything about playing cards?

Let Assassin try it out a bit. After all, there is more than one Hassan of the Hundred Faces, and it doesn't matter if one of them dies.

Thinking of this, he immediately contacted Kotomine Kirei.

——Dividing——Line——

As the banquet ended unhappily, Iskandar stood up and looked at Sakura and asked:

"Since I brought you here, how about I take you back?"

"No need." Sakura shook her head. "Sister Medusa will take me back."

It had been almost a year since she last saw her father in the true sense of the word. Now that she knew that Tokiomi had also participated in the Holy Grail War, she might as well find a way to see what he was doing.

It is actually not difficult to do this. After all, Doraemon's secret base has been basically left unattended. She has been cleaning it up for the past year, and she has already figured out its various functions.

In her spare time, she often sneaked out and came to the secret base to observe Fuyuki City. She accidentally found Uncle Kariya flipping through a very old-looking notebook in the study, and then he had an embarrassed expression on his face. Afterwards, she found out that it was a second-year novel that Uncle Kariya had written before.

She once pretended to casually recite two lines from the novel, and when Uncle Kariya heard these lines, his expression was like that of Sun Wukong who was under the spell of the golden hoop - of course, in order to protect Uncle Kariya's self-esteem, Sakura decided not to admit that she knew about the existence of the novel. At most, she would occasionally sneak into the study to take a look.

"It's dangerous to be out there alone, isn't it?" Waver warned. "Don't forget that there's a Berserker out there somewhere."

——He thought Medusa should be Assassin, and the one left by the process of elimination was naturally Berserker.

"Indeed." Sakura nodded gently, "So I will find her as soon as possible."