[Comprehensive] Playing off again

"Fortunately, I kicked it out in time." The black-haired boy in the golden cage had a smile on his face, and murmured, "Some things, it's better not to let the Master know, what do you think?"

Time seemed to stand still.

In the dream, the silver figure stopped moving.In fact, the dream was over, or rather, taken over by the time Elam's consciousness descended.

If Elan is willing, the dream can naturally continue to be interpreted according to his memory, but what's the point of this?

Just a phantom of the past.

The black-haired boy stepped out of the cage, crossed the illusion, and stood in front of the silver-haired figure.

Like a castle made of sand, it annihilated after the tide. When Elan reached out to the twin gods in the dream, the silver shadow also turned into a light spot and disappeared.

The corners of Elan's lips twitched slightly.

Kariya just heard his name... What a great coincidence.

The key to changing fate has been handed over to the bound person, waiting for his use. This situation seems to remind him to take action.

Well, sleep tonight?

"Brother Yagami, big brother!"

"what happened?"

"You fell asleep?"

"I just closed my eyes and meditated."

"..."

Conan said that he has never seen a person who starts to close his eyes and meditate while walking.

At this time, someone whose soul is the high school student detective Shinichi Kudo has finished a one-day trip with a ridiculously large amount of information, and has just returned from Caster's magic workshop.

They have been separated from Waver and Rider.

Although Conan is actually not the same as Elan and Sakura, it has to be said that the intimacy here is higher, although Conan feels that Weber looks more like a good person.

At this time, a group of three people were on their way to send him back to the hotel.

In the halo of the setting sun, the boy leads the two children, blending into the street naturally and smoothly. No matter how you look at it, it is a warm picture of the elder brother leading the younger siblings.

Conan pouted.

Along the way, he thought about a lot of things, and he never stopped thinking. From time to time, he couldn't help looking at Sakura and Yagami. The former was still taciturn, but the latter had nothing unusual except that he closed his eyes just now. That is to say, to them In other words, is it nothing at all to be discovered by oneself?

Right.

The existence of a magician is obviously above ordinary people.

Even though they are a weak group in terms of absolute numbers and overall force, Edogawa Conan is just a small character that can be easily removed in terms of individual or small-scale comparison.

There is also the method called hint brainwashing——Conan has not forgotten the words of Yagami when they met near the chariot.He felt very uneasy.

Elan watched Conan for a while.

There is no need for peripheral vision from the corner of the eye, the divine sense can naturally see what its master wants to see from any angle, and he can clearly see the entanglement on the little detective's face.

There are many questions to ask it.But the more you know, the more doubts you have about the past. What's even more sad is that because you don't have the qualifications of a magician, you can only know a little bit about it.This will bring about a very interesting consequence-if the next detective takes the "mysterious" factor into account when deciding the case, how will he deal with himself?

The hotel is almost here.

Elan has already contacted Xiaolan and confirmed the other party's location.

After hanging up the phone, Conan, who had been thinking all the way, finally asked the question he had been thinking: "Will my memory of today be erased?"

Elan said slowly: "I'm just a Servant." The bubble-like miracle that appeared briefly due to the call of the Holy Grail did not understand the hidden rules of this era, and there was no need to understand it.

The rules are different for strong and weak.

Conan was silent.

He had expected this, but still couldn't help asking, the loss of memory/replacement of memory with a false one is beyond the bottom line of tolerance, and it will make people doubt their own existence.

Elan leaned over and pinched Conan's face, "But Sakura and Weber are not talkative people, as long as the familiars around us don't report to the master, you should be fine."

"Familiar?"

"For example..."

An icicle dropped from the void, accurately pinning a passing man to the ground.

"you--!"

Conan's pupils widened and contracted, indicating intense psychological activity, but Sakura at the side was indifferent to it, just watching everything happen quietly.

This is a deserted alley.

The nearest road to the hotel was obviously a busy street, but Elan took them around a long way, and Conan now knew why.

The man raised his head, and a white skull mask instantly appeared on his ordinary face, with a deathly and grotesque aura, he struggled and said, "How did you...discover it?"

"It's very boring." Elan answered irrelevantly, lacking in interest, "I just keep following other Servants and Masters, passing information that may be helpful to the Holy Grail War to Kirei and the others, and doing nothing else .”

"Assassin, what are you here for?"

"As you, an assassin who splits himself, does his wish be to become one?"

The boy squatted down, and his long black hair was scattered on the ground like silk, but it was miraculously not stained with a trace of dust. "Tell me, if I'm interested, maybe I'll let you go."

"Berserker, you are indeed more dangerous than you thought."

The man only said this, and stopped talking.

For Servants, fatal wounds are not the same as humans. They are the crystallization of magic power, formed with the spiritual core as the center—but the sharp ice cone happens to be nailed to the spiritual core.

Elan grabbed the chin of the man who lost his sense of resistance, and looked at the eyes that were not covered behind the skull mask.

Through these eyes, it seems to be able to see a person's life.

There is the past, the present, its own stories and emotions, and its own character and thoughts.

It is obviously a split individual, but it looks like a complete person, which is really amazing.Elan thought of the previous life scene he saw in his memory, and the smile on his lips became softer. With this soft smile, he held the ice pick and spun it.

The ice cone emitted a sharper cold air, and gradually expanded in size, as if there was a sound of being crushed. Assassin's figure turned into black mist and dissipated.

For humans, this process takes only the blink of an eye.

Conan murmured: "He... is dead?"

"The Servant who exited did not die, and then returned to the Hall of Valor outside the timeline, not to mention that Assassin has not exited yet." Elan said this, suddenly thought of something, and said with great interest, "In Japanese law, killing a personality Is one of the personalities of a schizophrenic a murder?"

Conan: "..."

Conan Mosquito Eyes.

What a weird law, I haven't noticed what to do before!

Elan was disappointed, "So you don't know either."

Conan: "..."

Inexplicably feel a little ashamed.

Elan has already diverted his attention, "Sakura, are you not scared?"

The purple-haired girl shook her head.

In the previous year, Sakura Riri, whose surname changed from Tohsaka to Matou, was trapped in the wormhole. Tens of thousands of worms and engraved worms flooded her small body. At the same time, the body was transformed, and after getting used to such a scene, it was difficult for Sakura to be frightened by the cruelty and terror in this world.

Whether it was the "body art" of Caster's group, or the exit of Assassin that happened before her eyes, neither of them could shake her mind in the slightest.

It was for this reason that Elan was so interested in her.

In this peaceful environment, isn't the future worth looking forward to for children who have such experiences?

Dotingly hugging the little girl, Elan said to Conan: "Let's go, Xiaolan will definitely come down and wait for you."

Conan nodded preoccupied, and asked a question out of nowhere, "The situation where I became smaller..." Even though the shadow of gin and Haibara flashed in his mind, even though he knew that it was the drug that Haibara studied when he was Shirley, He still couldn't help asking, "Is it related to magic?"

Elan paused.

"What do you think, little detective?"

"...Probably irrelevant. But that doesn't mean magic can't make me bigger, does it?"

"Magicians are very xenophobic, and most of them have a proud and conceited mentality and reckless means of disregarding human life." Elan said kindly, "I advise you not to think too much."

Anyway, I have been warned that if Conan dies again, it is none of his business.

Elan thought this way without guilt, handed over the disguised detective to Mao Lilan, declined the other party's offer to invite him to dinner, and took Sakura back to Matou's house.

Unsurprisingly, Kariya was in the library, trying to find the Servant's real name based on the clues in the dream, but it was doomed to be useless.

When will he take the initiative to talk to himself?

After all, Kariya didn't know that Elan didn't have amnesia, and he should think that telling Elan the scene in the dream would help him recover his memory.

However, Elan still didn't wait for this exchange until the climax of the moon.

The strange state of mind of human beings.

The god from the darkness thought of something, sneered, and performed an activity that he had never performed since he came to this world-sleep.This is probably the verdict of fate.

Let him see if he dreams of something this time.