I Will Eventually Embark on a Road of No Return Called a Hero

[Maybe that day, if I don't pull up that sword, I'll probably have a happy ending.]

The girl who was staring at the sky turned her head to look at Grey.

[But if I don't do it, other people who could be happy will lose this opportunity, so...I have to do it]

"This...it's so unfair..." Gray clenched her fists. "You are also a part of living on this earth, and you should have the right to be happy."

The girl was stunned for a moment, and then showed a helpless smile.

[There is always one person who has to shoulder the responsibility of this country. Since I already know it, how can I turn a blind eye? This is... the king. ]

Cracks began to appear in the dream, and the girl's figure began to blur.

"Wait a minute! What do you need to be redeemed!" Grey rushed towards the girl unwillingly.

The girl shook her head gently.

[I never thought of fighting to redeem myself]

"Wait..." Grey opened his eyes and stretched out his hand towards the ceiling.

She didn't touch the girl's hand until the end, and the girl was standing alone and staring at the sky.

People never thought about what that petite girl was facing. They couldn't see her helplessness, her unwillingness, all they saw was Wang Wei'an's side. In order not to worry her officials, she used her body I resisted everything, and what I got in return was just a sentence [Wang doesn't understand people's hearts].

But you... do you really understand the king?

"Have a nightmare," Siddija, who was sitting beside the bed, reached out and took Grey's hand.

"No, it's just a little... unwilling," Gray sat up, her long gray hair slowly falling down.

"Really, it's you who won," Siddija took out Saber's rank card from under Grey's pillow.

That's why she had that unpleasant dream...

As a shrine maiden, she has an extraordinary sense of spiritual body, the rank card of the heroic spirit and the delicate relationship between the heroic spirit and her...

"Wait a minute! What time is it!" Grey's eyes widened.

"What time?" Siddija stood up and opened the curtains.

Some dazzling sunlight made Grey subconsciously raise his hand to block his face.

"It's almost time for lunch," Siddija pushed open the window, squinting to feel the breeze.

have lunch?What about breakfast?

Grey tilted her head.

The master who lives in ruins...

Grey jumped up with a bang, and eagerly grabbed the cloak beside her and covered her body and rushed out of the door.

"This mental state...it seems to be all right," Sidika fiddled with the Saber's rank card in her hand.

The heroic spirits engraved on the rank card are not just power. They have their own will, but they just don't show it. Seeing how the girl Grey is about to cry, she probably saw that person.

"The people's expectations of you have caused Grey's past, although it has nothing to do with you who died, but..." Siddija stuffed Saber's rank card into her pocket, "If it was you, I wouldn't Just sit back and watch, Grey is your people, noble king~"

"Master!!!"

Grey hurriedly pushed open the door of El-Melloi II.

Then she didn't see El-Melloi II buried in the garbage heap, the room was unexpectedly neat, and the quilt on the bed was folded into an egg yolk roll.

"What's the matter? Grey," El-Melloi II, who was holding a newspaper and dressed in grand strategy, leaned out from the living room.

"Master..." Grey looked at the neat El-Melloi II with a dull look.

"He's a sane adult anyway, but with someone as reliable as Grey around, no matter who it is, anyone will be lazy," Siddija walked out of Grey's room and patted Grey's head lightly.

"When...of course!" El-Melloi II coughed awkwardly.

"This smell," Gray sniffed the air, "Cooking? Master, you can cook!"

"No, I asked the friendly neighbor next door to make it." Siddija spread her hands and took Gray into the living room. "He's really a gentle boy who even brought the ingredients himself."

"It's amazing!" Gray opened her mouth wide when she saw the delicious food on the table.

"So I stuffed a lottery ticket into their mailbox," Siddija pressed Grey on the chair, picked up a comb and gently combed Grey's messy hair.

"Lottery tickets? Huh? Lottery tickets!" El-Melloi II jumped up with his eyes wide open, "How much is it!"

In the past, buying lottery tickets was one of the ways he tried to exchange sky-high debts, but unfortunately he could only get five dollars at a time, at the cost of a few fewer cigars.

"Emmm... It seems to be in the hundreds of millions," Sidgarth paused, then looked indifferent, "Anyway, the lottery hasn't been drawn, so it's not necessarily a winner."

"If you buy it, you will definitely win! The golden rule, luck, etc., ah, yes, now you are not a Servant, the inherent skills of praise are gone," El-Mello II said with a face Sadly he shook his head.

"Actually, I have it. Forget it, what kind of hairstyle do you like, Grey," Siddija said, "How about double ponytails~"

"Ah... Actually, I don't need to bother, I can do it myself," Grey, who had reacted to the shock that this was really cooked by a man of the same age, waved her hand a little embarrassedly.

"It's okay," Siddija pressed the shoulders of Grey who wanted to stand up, "just a small treat for you."

"Then... it's troublesome, I hope I can return to my previous hairstyle," Gray said softly, "Just like that king..."

El-Melloi II silently put down the newspaper.