Chapter 12: Chapter 12
[After the little girl yells "Mom" for the first time, you start trying to start her off]
[But you soon discover a problem]
[You, Emiya Shiro, are twelve years old mentally and six years old physically, even if you count the fictional six-year life arranged by the simulator, you have experienced the highest level of education, and even elementary school is just level of graduation]
[What's more, after Kiritsugu taught you how to practice magic, you spent almost all your time learning magic]
[Unfortunately, although you have a mature behavior and intelligence level compared to your peers, this does not change the fact that your current academic qualifications are weak, so you find embarrassingly that you are not qualified for the work of children's enlightenment education]
"I'm a scumbag, I'm really sorry! You don't need to repeat this kind of thing! I know it in my heart!" At ten o'clock in the evening, late at night, in a brightly lit study room, I buried my head in a pile of Shirou Emiya, which was among the books, looked up to the sky, and screamed with a dark face.
[If you want to be a good mother, it is not enough to take care of people]
[After personally experiencing the life of a mother, you decide to improve your knowledge and start to learn textbook knowledge after junior high school, hoping to enrich the spiritual world of your children through such efforts]
[It's a pity that you don't know it now, this kind of waste of time is just doing useless work]
"?"
Emiya Shiro felt that he was being annoyed by the simulator, but he had no evidence.
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of light footsteps outside the door.
With a creaking sound, the half-hidden door was pushed in from the outside.
"Mom..."
Emiya Shirou raised his head from the pile of books, turned his face behind him, and saw a little girl carved in pink and jade, pattering towards Emiya Shirou's chair with a pair of short legs.
While rubbing her sleepy eyes, she stretched out her slender and immature arms like fragile white jade to Emiya Shirou, and opened and closed her lovely pink lips, making a somewhat vague pleading sound:
"Mom Hug..."
"..."
Although I have already made up my mind to respond to the child's expectations, and I have prepared from the bottom of my heart to treat her as my family, only the title of "mother" was hard to accept, no matter how many times I hear it.
The helpless Emiya Shirou suppressed the urge to cover his face and sigh, gently took the girl's armpit, and then slowly put her on his thigh.
The boy patted the little girl on the back lightly, his voice was soft, and his voice sounded as loving as those of the young mothers: "It's already so late, how can you still not sleep yet?"
The little girl's head was bit by bit in front of Emiya Shirou's chin as if she would fall asleep in the next second.
It can be seen that under Emiya Shirou's comprehensive care, her work and rest schedule has been adjusted very well, so once it is late at night, sleepiness will surge uncontrollably.
But after hearing Emiya Shirou's question, she insisted on enduring the drowsiness that kept flooding her brain, and said with some difficulty: "Mom is tired too, I want to sleep with mom..."
"Um ..."
'How should I put it.'
Of course, he was very moved by the child who had been taken care of expressing her concerns so bluntly, but to be honest, as a Servant who didn't need to rest at all, after the most difficult days of feeding nine times and changing diapers more than a dozen times, she didn't need to be by his side 24 hours a day. In fact, he had already adapted to the life rhythm of this body.
That is to say, Shirou Emiya doesn't feel sleepy and tired now, it's better to say that even if he returns to the most difficult time, Shirou Emiya can adapt quickly without becoming as mentally fatigued as you started.
Of course, he couldn't confess to the little girl who had just turned one year old about things like "I am just a Servant, so I don't need to rest".
Therefore, after realizing that if he didn't go to sleep, it would have a bad influence on the little girl who had been struggling to sleep, Emiya Shiro stood up decisively from the chair.
[Look, this time-wasting behavior is pure useless work]
The assistant lady repeated the words she had just said not long ago without emotion.
Emiya Shirou's eyebrows twitched slightly, the veins on his forehead were exposed, and he cursed in a low voice that only he could hear: "If you don't talk, no one will treat you as dumb."
After finishing speaking, he hugged his hands The little girl who closed her eyes tightly and fell into a peaceful sleep returned to the bedroom.
The little girl's pink eyelashes trembled slightly with Emiya Shirou's faint footsteps.
[Under your careful care, the simulated object has a warm and happy childhood memory]
[You gave her a simple education, and soon, under your education, she learned to speak, and also learned the most basic common sense and what's right and wrong]
[You realize that this kid is a genius and that even if she's not qualified for elementary-level education herself, she'll simply absorb everything you're trying to convey to her]
[But I don't know why, even though she has understood the basic common sense of the world and understood that only women can be "mother", she still firmly calls you "mother". ]
"But isn't the mother just mother?"
When Emiya Shiro tried to correct the little girl's name for herself sixteen times, she tilted her little head and said with a confused face: "It is said in the book that my mother wakes me up every day and gives me food, helps me take a bath every day, hug me every day, tell me stories every day when I go to sleep, the person who stays with me every day, even if my mother is not a girl like me, but my mother is my mother "
"Emmmm..."
Faced with the girl's innocent question that day, Emiya Shirou was embarrassed.
How should I put it, there are bad things about children who are too smart.
This immature but extremely rigorous and difficult-to-refute logical argument made Emiya Shirou completely at a loss as to what kind of words he should use to respond and persuade her.
—He can't tell this little girl bluntly, "You don't actually have a mother, you are just a child picked up by me", right?
After realizing that he was going farther and farther in the identity of "mother" if he didn't brake, he might not be able to find his way back in this life, Emiya Shiro tried to make a final struggle: "Well, if this is the case, you put me It's okay to be a mother, but don't call me that in front of outsiders, okay?"
"And why?" the girl asked curiously, blinking her bright pink eyes.
"In the eyes of outsiders, only girls can be mothers. Although I... can be regarded as your mother, but in the eyes of others, it is a very strange thing." Emiya Shirou was full of patience. "After all, if we don't take the initiative to tell other people, they won't know that we have been living together, right?"
"Oh, so it is like this!" The girl showed a sudden realization look and nodded.
Just when Emiya Shirou was happy because of the girl's sensibility, the child suddenly became excited for some reason.
"So, the relationship between my mother and I is like those couples in storybooks who are oppressed by bad people and can't disclose their relationship, right?" The girl's eyes lit up as if she had made a big decision As if determined to hold Emiya Shirou's palm very solemnly, he shook it vigorously up and down, "Don't worry! Mom! I will definitely protect our relationship!"
"?" With a dazed face, a big question mark appeared above his head.
What storybook are you reading? The book he bought back for his children still contained this kind of bloody childhood cult?
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