Doraemon for an imperfect world

With the explosion of the Holy Grail, the Fourth Holy Grail War ended.

"So..." Looking at the people who left with a look of loss on their faces, Medusa asked in confusion, "Why am I still here?"

In her opinion, although she came down as a Heroic Spirit, she was still a part of the Holy Grail War. Now that the Holy Grail War was over, she should return to Valhalla.

"Ah, well." Doraemon scratched his head apologetically. "It seems I forgot to tell him the rental time when I used the rental phone."

Medusa:……

She originally thought that ten yen was just the price for fighting a Holy Grail War, so this was a contract to sell one's body, right?

Who on earth did he call that person to sell her out for just ten yen?

It’s too much, too much, too much!

"Come to think of it, there's one more thing I need your help with," Doraemon said, pulling out a stone statue from his pocket. He then tapped it with a locking hammer, and the serial killer, Ryunosuke Uryuu, suddenly appeared vividly before him. "It might be troublesome if I go alone, so I'd like to ask you to take this murderer to the police station."

"Okay." Medusa was silent for a long time before she said weakly, looking like she had no interest in anything.

"I always feel like my sister seems to have suffered a great shock." Sakura said a little embarrassedly, "If my sister wants to return to Valhalla, I will find a way."

"No, it has nothing to do with that..." Medusa summoned Pegasus with a look of despair. Then, she casually picked up Ryunosuke Uesugi, who had just been unsealed and was still unsure of what was going on, and said through gritted teeth, "Anyway, let's get going right away."

"Yeah, okay, okay." Sakura nodded gently, then sat on Pegasus and leaned against Medusa's body, with a pair of brain pads rolling on her head, and said hello to Doraemon, "Then Sister Medusa and I will leave first."

"OK Bye Bye."

Doraemon followed and waved.

Medusa tightened the reins, and the white Pegasus galloped into the sky, accompanied by Ryunosuke Uzumaki's scream.

"Wow! It's so high! Where is this place? Where is Bluebeard? Where did he go? All the artworks I created are gone too. They are very precious, you know..."

Sakura thought about it, took out her homework book from her schoolbag, smiled, tore it off, crumpled it into a ball, and stuffed it into Ryunosuke Uryu's mouth.

When they arrived at the police station and explained their purpose, two policemen immediately took Ryunosuke Uryu to verify his identity.

"Please wait a moment," the police officer said. "We'll give you the prize money after verification."

"OK, thanks."

As Sakura spoke, she suddenly saw a familiar man in the interrogation room on the other side from the corner of her eye.

Emiya Kiritsugu?

"Uncle police." Sakura pointed over there curiously and asked, "Why is that man here?"

Hearing this, the policeman who was about to leave suddenly stopped and turned around cautiously and asked, "Do you know him?"

"Ah, no, no, no." Sakura quickly shook her head, "I'm just curious."

"That's good." The police officer breathed a sigh of relief. "He's a pedophile. He was hugging and kissing a foreign girl at the airport without paying any attention to anyone. The patrol officers caught him right there."

I see……

After the police left, Sakura curiously approached them, only to see two policemen seriously questioning, "I'll ask one last time, where did that blonde girl from abroad go?"

"I don't know." Emiya Kiritsugu replied calmly.

"You should understand the principle of strict punishment for resistance." The police officer in charge of the interrogation continued to look directly into Emiya Kiritsugu's eyes and put pressure on him. "If we can't find the whereabouts of that child, we can only assume that she is dead. If you don't want to spend the rest of your life in prison, you'd better confess the truth."

Emiya Kiritsugu: ...

What else could he have said, that these people should go to Glastonbury in England to look for King Arthur's tomb?

That place has become a tourist attraction now. Even King Arthur himself would have to charge a fee to go there, right?

Sakura silently returned to her seat, and then something suddenly hit her butt.

"Yeah, this is it." Sakura picked up the thing that hit her in surprise. "Lucky playing cards, oops, I forgot to return it to Doraemon."

At this time, the lucky playing cards were still in the box, but there were less than ten cards left in total.

"What's the big deal?" Medusa said. "It said it's just a regular discounted product from the future. Maybe it'll cost less than ten yen."

Sister Medusa is really resentful towards Ten Yen.

Sakura couldn't help but let out an awkward laugh, "Anyway, let's just go home, sis."

"Don't you want to wait a little longer? The reward for catching a criminal like that must be huge, maybe many times more than my net worth..." Medusa said resentfully.

"Ah, let's go home quickly!" Sakura said, "Sister Medusa likes reading, right? The Matou family has a big library!"

If I take the bonus home and the uncles find out, they will definitely worry. And if I ask myself honestly, even if I give money, I should give it to Doraemon. She is just a six-year-old girl and it is useless for her to ask for so much money.

At Sakura's urging, Medusa walked out of the police station with a pair of lifeless and empty eyes. If she wasn't wearing a blindfold, this look alone would be enough to make passers-by feel heartbroken, but even with a blindfold, it couldn't hide the sorrow in her that was as deep as the autumn wind.

"That woman is so beautiful, and she has a great figure."

"But she seems quite melancholy. Could it be that she's been assaulted?"

"poor child……"

Not long after, Kotomine Risei walked into the police station and came to the opposite side of Emiya Kiritsugu.

"I never thought a killer magician would be caught by the police," the old priest said kindly. "If the other party was just an ordinary person, a simple hypnotic magic trick would be enough, right?"

"Where's Ellie?" Emiya Kiritsugu asked calmly.

"I heard that the police are going to send her to an orphanage." Yan Fengli said, "I will take care of this. You will be released soon. Don't cause unnecessary trouble before then."

"No need." Emiya Kiritsugu sighed, "Going to jail is fine for me. It's the punishment a criminal deserves."

"Hmm?" Kotomine Li looked at the man in front of her with some surprise, then revealed a look of understanding. "I see, guilt? In that case, let me try another way. I will bail you out in the name of the church, but according to the law, you still need to wear electronic shackles and are not allowed to leave Fuyuki City."

"Why are you helping me?" Emiya Kiritsugu asked.

"Because compared to putting a magician killer in prison, it is more reassuring to keep him where he can be seen at any time."

Volume 3 Type-Moon: Chapter 173: Clock Tower Gas Explosion Incident

There are nine cards left. Excluding the last one, does that mean we have eight wishes?

Sakura played with the playing cards in her hand, thinking seriously.

Last time, Doraemon from the future said that the playing cards were stolen, so who did it?

So curious...eh? Aaaaaa!

Sakura's eyes widened, and she saw that one of the playing cards in her hand was missing out of nowhere!

Before she knew what was happening, she suddenly bumped into a man.

"Ouch!" Sakura rubbed her head, then looked up and saw a blond man standing in front of her. "Are you... Mr. Kenneth?"

She looked at the man in front of her with some surprise, then lowered her head to look at the poker cards in her hand, and raised her head again to look at the man in front of her.

Wish come true?

But no matter how I think about it, the person in front of me doesn't look like someone who would steal anything?

As she thought about it, she looked at the stern-looking woman next to Kenneth, who looked as majestic as a queen.

"Are you... Medusa's Master?" Kayneth frowned as he looked at Medusa beside Sakura and asked, "The Supervisor told me that the Holy Grail War is over."

"Yeah, it's really over." Sakura looked at the playing cards in her hand, then said with determination, "I want to become a great scientist when I grow up."

"What?" Kenneth was stunned for a moment. "Is this the so-called playing cards that can grant wishes?"

"A wish come true?" the red-haired woman next to Kenneth asked doubtfully.

"It's said to be a tool from the future that can grant the user's wishes," Kenneth explained. "During the banquet held at Einzbern Castle, I secretly observed its effects through my familiar. While I'm unsure of its upper limit, it's certainly a wish-granting machine that can change the world."

"That's right." Sakura nodded absentmindedly, then immediately made three more wishes: "I hope my family is healthy, I hope that Sister Medusa can get over her psychological trauma, and I hope that Mr. Tosaka can recover from his damaged magic circuits."

"So, Medusa's continued existence is also due to this deck of cards?" Kenneth commented. "That's a wise choice. After all, a familiar of Gorgon's caliber wouldn't normally be accessible to the average person."

"Sister Medusa stayed until now for other reasons." Sakura shook her head and put the remaining five playing cards back into her pocket. "I'm going home now. Bye!"

After saying that, Sakura and Medusa passed by Kenneth.

"Wishing machine? Is it the same as the Holy Grail?" Sora suddenly asked.

"The way that playing card grants wishes seems to rely on probability." Kenneth shook his head, then whispered thoughtfully, "To us, it's a creation from another completely unknown realm."

Hearing this, Sora couldn't help but secretly bite his lips.

As a concubine's daughter of the family, she was a pitiful woman who was trained for the purpose of political marriage. Not only was she not qualified to inherit the Magic Mark, she couldn't even decide her own marriage partner. That was why she accompanied Kenneth to Fuyuki City in order to rewrite her fate through the Holy Grail War.

But the Holy Grail War is over, and her life has not changed at all. She can only be a victim of political marriage and a canary in a cage.

and so……

She moved her fingertips slightly, and some of the little techniques of the Spirit Summoning Department were immediately activated. Medusa lowered her head and was about to say something, but Sakura held her arm and shook her head gently.

This thing is essentially a game of pass the parcel, and it can start up uncontrollably, so if someone steals it, it might be a good thing.

Well, after all, I still left four wishes for him, right?

Sora clenched the playing cards, then took Kenneth's arm and walked all the way to the airport.

As a result, as soon as she returned to England, she learned an unexpected good news - her sister and other qualified heirs suddenly had a serious rejection reaction to the magic mark. Therefore, after a series of examinations, the opportunity to inherit the magic mark finally fell on her, and even her engagement with Kenneth was temporarily put on hold.

She couldn't help but take out the small box of playing cards, in which two playing cards were neatly stacked.

It’s true! It’s actually true!

This is truly a universal wishing machine!

This discovery made her so excited that she kissed the playing cards in her hand, and she was instantly immersed in incomparable ecstasy.

A fool like Kenneth actually lost sight of the main goal and pursued the so-called Holy Grail. He turned a blind eye to the real wishing machine that was in the hands of a little child.

But... why are there only two left?

Could it be that some unintentional expectations are also regarded as wish fulfillment?

Thinking about it, she couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

Then she was captured and brainwashed by her father Rufreus.

"I see. A wish-granting machine from the future... perhaps it has extraordinary research value."

A gloomy old man, as disgusting as a corpse, held the two playing cards thoughtfully after peeking into Sora's memory.

Thinking about this, he looked at Sora, who was sitting on the ground in fear and at a loss. "You used this to curse your brothers and sisters to obtain the qualification to inherit the Magic Mark... right?"

"I, I..." Sora sat on the floor incoherently, not daring to answer the other party's question.

The old man shook his head in disappointment, stood up and walked past Sora:

"For now, this item will be kept in the Clock Tower under the name of the Magic Association... I hope we can find a way to use it in the future."

As only two of these mysterious yet incredibly effective items remained, it was clearly unwise to use them carelessly. Therefore, while their true nature was still unknown, they were temporarily shelved. It was like someone acquiring some special magecraft, such as an inherent barrier, and then preserving this rare specimen, preserving its magical properties and passing it down to future generations as a precious example, a process known as designated sealing.

For example, Emiya Kiritsugu's father was the one who received the designated seal.

But just as he expressed his hope to find a way to use it in the future, another playing card disappeared, leaving only the only joker card preserved in the name of the Magic Association, and the extremely terrified expression that suddenly appeared on the old man's face.

Not long after, in Fuyuki City.

"It's really incredible." Matou Yazuru shook his head at the newspaper while drinking his morning refreshing coffee.

"Well, what's wrong, Uncle Yazuru?" Sakura asked obediently.

"Oh, nothing. There was a large-scale gas explosion in the UK. They said it was caused by aging pipelines."

Volume 3 Type-Moon: Chapter 174: Sakura and the Adventure in the Parallel World

Shirou saw a strange man.

"Please, please help me deliver this letter to Illya!"

The girl with white hair and red eyes who looked only ** years old held a letter in both hands and bowed to the mailbox very seriously.

As expected, there was no response in the email, so the girl took out another bank card.

"If you need postage, Kiritsugu said there's enough money on this card, though I'm not sure how to get it out."

"Are you going to mail a letter?" Shirou asked as he stepped forward.

"Yes, that's right." The girl nodded, then looked at the mailbox in front of her with some distress. "But this familiar has been indifferent. Is there any special method to activate it?"

Familiar?