In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

escape!

The one-night battle overturned his cognition. He never thought that half of the heroic spirits could beat him so badly, and even chose to fall!

Once the steps towards the abyss are taken, there is no chance of turning back. Kirei can feel a wave of evil energy spreading from his fingers to his whole body. While healing his injuries, he feels even more confused.

The father who served as the guide died, and he himself betrayed the Lord and fell into hell. This night has already changed his life.

The future is bleak, no matter how you look at it, it is the ending of a bereaved dog, but what is going on with this strange emotion deep in your heart? !

Kotomine Kirei, who had been running continuously for several kilometers, stopped, leaning against a tree and panting heavily, he stared blankly at his hands, as if he had sensed something.

It wasn't the anger of his father being killed, nor the humiliation of being abused by the strong, nor even the fear of the future. After 10 minutes, he finally got the answer:

"Is that what the guy said... Pleasure??"

Kirei couldn't be like ordinary people, seeing beautiful things as happiness, and his devotion to the church also hoped that God could answer his inner confusion. However, God failed to show him the way, but was forced by Rosen to do so.

Guardianship, faith, and family are all indifferent. Only when the good things are broken, will there be a kind of joy in the depths of my heart.

As if the meaning of life lies in this, the veil covering the face is pulled away, revealing a road leading to joy!

The quiet Tiber River flowed by in the distance, and the sputtering river was boiling just like Kirei's heart. Feeling that his physical strength had recovered a bit, he left the trees, but after taking a step, his muscles tensed again.

"Who!?"

The visitor made no sound, but slowly emerged from the woods, revealing a blood-red body under the moonlight.

There are several people in a group, and the unique breath declares that they are the sons of Maeve. Camilla's defeat ruined the rest of the companions. This forest is already the last "blood soldier".They were powerless against the Roman army, and fled to the north, but after sensing Kotomine Kirei's aura, they showed up on their own initiative.

The leading soldier took a few steps forward, and he was obviously a handsome man, but he uttered a soft girlish voice:

"Ale, why do you have that guy's breath?"

"That guy?" Kirei was stunned for a moment, then realized that the other party was referring to the black shadow who gave him the ring, and frowned slightly: "Who are you?"

"Maeve, Queen Maeve~~" The blood-red soldier leaned forward with his hands behind his back, circling around Kirei in an extremely girlish posture, and suddenly clapped his hands, "I never imagined that my children would find a powerful warrior! How about I go? I can give you everything you want~~~"

"Everything?" Kirei fell into deep thought, if before today, he would have nothing to pursue at all.

Rights, women, wealth, power... None of these could make him feel happy, and even forming a family and giving birth to a daughter did not cause any waves.

Kotomine Kirei knew the true identities of these blood-red soldiers, and when he thought of monsters, his gray eyes rolled.

It seems good to seek pleasure by destroying beautiful things.

The tense muscles relaxed, and the man nodded silently: "Lead the way ahead!"

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Once the Heroic Spirit is killed, all battles are declared over, even if there are fish that slip through the net, it doesn't matter.

Just as Kotomine Kirei was leaving to the north, the army found Emiya Kiritsugu who was hidden in the basement. This guy was very lucky. He was injured by the aftermath of the battle and was about to die. Who would have thought that there was a god of healing in there? Therefore, throwing down a skill not only saved his life, but also healed his injuries a lot.

After the army withdrew, Rome, which had been bustling all night, returned to calm. There were various rumors circulating in the streets and alleys, but no one knew the actual situation.

The Roman emperor was assassinated in the capital!Among the attackers were even cadres from intelligence agencies!This kind of fact has gone beyond the scope of big news. Once it is leaked, the great Roman Empire will become the laughing stock of the whole world!

However, under the seemingly peaceful surface, there are undercurrents surging, and the liquidation of traitors will begin immediately. With the nickname 'Bloodthirsty Nero', that tyrant will never show mercy. I don't know how many people will be punished for treason. Hanged.

Fortunately, none of this had anything to do with Rosen. When the morning sun shone through the window, the man who had just committed a murder was sitting on the sofa thinking about life.

After a busy night, Rosen of course wants to sleep, but that bastard Mordred...

He raised his head and looked at the bed with twitching corners of his mouth. The brat was snoring, sleeping soundly in a 'herringbone' shape, with one hand unzipping his T-shirt and putting it on his belly, not caring about half of the airport. are exposed to the air.

"What an uneducated sleeping position!"

Rosen was extremely sad, picked up the pillow and threw it directly.

"What, what's wrong? Enemy attack!?"

Fortunately, he was a little vigilant, Mordred sat up all of a sudden, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and looked around blankly.

"The sun is drying your ass|ass, get out of here!"

"Huh? It's only past eight o'clock, and I haven't even slept in for six hours!" The bear boy looked at the alarm clock, resentful.

"I only slept for two hours because of your noise! ​​Get up, anyway, no matter how much you sleep, you won't grow taller!" Rosen snorted angrily, and went to the bathroom to wash up with his upper body naked.

The cold face made the exhaustion disappear, and Rosen looked at himself in the mirror, always feeling much older.

Since coming to Rome, he hasn't slept much, and he suffers from the snoring and grinding of his teeth every day. If he wasn't a half-heroic body, he would have been tortured to death long ago.

It is obviously impossible for Mordred to roll back to the sea of ​​consciousness. I didn't see that guy occupying the bed and letting himself sleep on the sofa after he was detoxified. This kind of willfulness made Rosen think about it. There are only four words:

What a rebel!

This is taking cheating as an inherent skill, either stabbing with a sword or torture with snoring.

Recently, Luo Sen, who has been taking on the role of father more and more, showed a wry smile, and was about to forcibly take the bear back when the door knocked.

"Who is it!"

It may be that the ancestral intuition sensed the resentment, this time Mordred took the initiative to run to open the door.

As the door opened, Mordred, who was scratching his head, suddenly stopped, and after a night, that Nero came again!

In just one night, the remnants of the battle have been washed away. Nero, who has seen the sunset twice, is standing at the gate full of energy. The gorgeous red dress is spotless, and he greeted Mordred: