Fate / The Emiya Household's Meal.

"M-Mikhail!! Someone actually managed to summon him!"

This individual is a legend among Penacony's legends. Because fighting on native soil strengthens the attributes of local Heroic Spirits, it made the Noble Phantasms of Grady and Asna extremely troublesome. But given this person's fame... if he were to join the battle, the Holy Grail War would probably end very quickly, right?

"Could his Noble Phantasm be summoning the Astral Express?" Rin Tohsaka speculated, resting her chin in her hand.

"It should be. Fortunately, we didn't run into this guy back then."

A familiar yet annoying voice suddenly rang out behind her, causing Rin Tohsaka to tremble. That familiar feeling made her body jolt.

"A-Archer??" Rin Tohsaka snapped her head back, staring at the red figure who had appeared behind her at some unknown time, arms crossed. She was so shocked her jaw dropped.

Archer raised an eyebrow, maintaining that slightly mocking, annoying expression: "What's wrong? This Holy Grail War doesn't seem to have lasted very long, has it? You can't even speak properly?"

Rin Tohsaka's face puffed up with anger: "You jerk...! You're trying to annoy me the moment you get back, aren't you?! When did you return?"

"About... ten minutes ago. For the specifics, let Saber explain."

"I'm back."

A clear and familiar voice followed, sounding from outside the door, accompanied by the subtle rustle of shoes being placed.

As the door was pulled open, the light and shadow at the junction of the living room and the entryway flickered slightly. The King of Knights, who had just been releasing her Noble Phantasm in Celestial Screen, had already changed into her familiar casual clothes, giving off a strange sense of relaxation.

"Saber?!"

The moment the voice reached him, Emiya Shirou instinctively lunged halfway out of the kitchen. The strings of his apron came loose due to the abrupt movement and fell to the floor, but he didn't notice.

The air seemed to freeze for a second—

His eyes were wide open, clearly reflecting the absolutely real figure standing in the entryway. It felt as if Saber had only just been fighting in Celestial Screen, and now, in the blink of an eye, she was back by his side... After crossing some invisible distance, whether it was the ecstasy of having her back or some other emotion, his brain had momentarily crashed.

The living room fell silent for a moment, only the sizzling sound of meat frying in the kitchen skillet could be heard.

"Saber... W-Welcome back."

After a long time, Shirou finally stammered out a sentence.

"Mm." Saber smiled slightly, her voice softer and gentler than before, "I'm back, Shirou."

"Alright, save the emotional talk for later—in any case, welcome home!"

Illyasviel raised both hands, welcoming the three Servants who had just survived the battle... Wait, she suddenly realized that someone was missing.

"Where... where is Lancer? Did he not come back with you?"

— —

"It tastes worse than the tea from Great Holm's hometown?" Misha asked gently.

"A hundred times worse, Pom!"

Misha couldn't help but smile: "Pfft, hahaha. I really wish I could taste it!"

"And also, Star is always dragging passenger March 7th into mischief. Now, even passenger Dan Heng, whom Pom-Pom thinks highly of, is being led astray."

"Mhm, mhm." Misha smiled and nodded.

"Sigh, you passengers are all the same—Passenger Mikhail, why are you spacing out again? What are you thinking about?"

Misha looked up at the The Reverie Hotel outside the train window, his gaze lowered slightly, and he turned to look at Pom-Pom: "Conductor, it seems it's time for farewells again."

"Will... will you come back to the Astral Express?" Pom-Pom reluctantly stepped forward a few paces.

"Probably. Hearing Pom-Pom talk about how many people like me have boarded the Astral Express over the years, it's... wonderful." Misha looked up at the vast galaxy outside the window. "The Namelesss come and go. Some find their destination, and others continue forward, just as the silver rails always move ahead... This is the Astral Express. I believe the Conductor's future will not be lonely."

Pom-Pom hung its head in disappointment, unable to say a word.

"The Holy Grail War is ending, and wandering souls should return to rest. Misha... is going back to Penacony."

Finally, Pom-Pom looked up and solemnly emphasized: "Passenger Mikhail, remember this: whether or not you leave, the Astral Express is the eternal home of the The Nameless. Pom-Pom... will always stay here and welcome you back!"

Misha smiled and nodded: "Then it's a promise, Conductor. The next time the train stops at Penacony, please sound the whistle for me, for Lazarina, and for Tiernan... Please sound it for us. If we can hear it, we will definitely come back to see you."

"Then, it's settled, Pom!"

— —

Demon Slayer.

"Wuwuwuwu, I suddenly wish the Holy Grail War would last a little longer! I really wanted to see Pom-Pom and Mikhail talk more! Wuwuwu—!"

The Love Pillar wiped away her snot and tears, sobbing uncontrollably and gasping for breath.

"I didn't expect Mikhail to be summoned by Pom-Pom, but thinking about it, it makes sense... Aside from Old Oti, the bond between these two must be the deepest, right?" said Serpent Hashira Iguro Obanai.

"Hmm, I wonder if there's a possibility... If another Holy Grail War were to occur, instead of the factions fighting each other, they could simply resurrect the dead, granting them a second life to live in Penacony... or allow Mikhail and Tiernan to return to the Astral Express. Could that be achieved?"

Shinobu Kocho pondered seriously. The Holy Grail War doesn't seem to have a clear time limit on the fighting. If everyone could be convinced to give up "making a wish," it would mean the fighting was unnecessary from the start.

The physical bodies of the Servants are anchored to reality by the power of the Holy Grail, so as long as the Holy Grail remains stable, Mikhail could be permanently resurrected in the world, right?

"It should be possible, right? But Old Oti definitely wouldn't allow it," the Serpent Hashira said flatly.

"Why wouldn't he allow it?! Doesn't Old Oti want to see Mikhail?" The Love Pillar wiped away a tear, immediately getting fiercely angry when she thought about Old Oti's actions.

"He probably does want to see him... but that guy likely prefers seeing money flow into his own pockets. A 'Holy Grail War' without the 'War' definitely isn't what he wishes for."

"If you had a chance to make a wish come true, Star, what would you wish for?"

Star shook her head, feigning mysterious: "If you say wishes out loud, they won't come true."

"That's typical of you. In any case, the first and only Holy Grail War Old Oti made such a big fuss about has become the last."

However, the Dream Bubble movie that Rook and Dr. Edward made based on the Holy Grail War still earned Old Oti a massive profit. Although dragging the family heads and shareholders into it meant he couldn't avoid paying astronomical compensation, Old Oti felt that paying money was too vulgar, so he decided to give them the most valuable item from the Holy Grail War.

Saying this, Robin pointed to the golden Holy Grail floating beside them.

"And according to him... 'Hohohoho, as a decoration for the Radiant Feldspar, what could be more magnificent than a cup that claims to grant any wish!'"

Robin's exactly identical imitation startled Star, making Robin feel a little embarrassed for a moment.

"In short, Mr. Screwllum was entrusted with rendering the Holy Grail harmless. Now it is merely an ordinary Dream Bubble and no longer possesses any extraordinary properties."

Suddenly, the sharp-eyed Robin seemed to notice something.

"Hmm? There's something inside the Holy Grail—To Star, this note seems to be for you."

The signature on the note was "Uncle Cold Legs."

"Sis, seeing as you were all busy, I took Hook and left first. I also have to thank Mr. Old Oti; he was willing to buy this rare item I got my hands on, which is why we have the money for a spontaneous trip."

"Speaking of which, aren't you curious what Old Sampo wished for from the Holy Grail?"

(Not curious.)

Star secretly thought to herself.

However, she flipped the note over, and it boldly read: "I guessed your answer would definitely be 【Not curious】. Alas, Sis, if you're not curious, what are the viewers supposed to look forward to? Everyone, the show is over, but if there was something that could grant my wish—"

"I wish everyone in the world could be happy, joyful, free, and have their wishes fulfilled."