Proposed by the most beautiful you in the world [Comprehensive]

Probably... when the seventh Holy Grail was retrieved.

I can't remember the exact time, but in short, such a thing did happen.

Early in the morning, before working hours came, Dr. Roman, the interim commander of Chaldea and the head of the medical institution, just opened the door of his room. Before he could take a few steps, he bumped into the teenagers gathered in the lounge The duo of girls also captured a lot of shocking keywords with sharp ears.

"I really wrote a lot... Solomon... is actually the king of love poems...here and here...whether I need it..."

Doctor Roman, who was still yawning sleepily a second ago: "What... Solomon?!"

It took him only this second to wake up. As for the reason, most of it was shock, and the other half was palpitations that were hard to explain in just a few words.

Why would there be a dull pain in the heart for no reason the moment he heard a certain word, Roman himself must have no idea.He couldn't hold it back right away, and pushed the door of the lounge open, and of course——saw Fujimaru Tachika and Mash who spread a stack of papers on the table and whispered together.

"What are you two... doing? Wait, what happened to those papers?"

Roman asked them rather strangely.

The master boy who worked in Chaldea and the sub-servant girl who worked with him looked at each other, and looked back with strange eyes: "Doctor, don't you know?"

Roman's brows couldn't help jumping: "What should I know-could there be any secret activities that were specially held from me recently!"

"No, it's not a secret event. Da Vinci told us about it a long time ago... Oh, I remembered, you were sick and asked for a day off that day. You just missed it. I guess Da Vinci also forgot about it." I'll tell you again?"

"Uh, the day I asked for leave..."

Having said that, Roman also remembered.

He did ask for a day off temporarily because of illness.Probably after Christmas and before the New Year, a virus that came from nowhere beat him aggressively, forcing him to put down his work and lie in bed for a whole day.

Roman had been sick before, but it was just a minor illness like a cold. He had never been late for work, and his illness had never been so serious.

It was really a serious illness that came suddenly, so severe that while he felt dizzy, he also had the illusion that his body and mind would be overwhelmed by despair and pain.

Oh... oh, oh, I remembered, it was indeed Christmas, and it was just right, it was Christmas day.

After twelve o'clock in the morning, Roman was sitting in the office. He had just finished listening to Matthew's Christmas greetings. It didn't seem long before he was hit hard by the invisible weight that made it hard for him to breathe. The crushing pain was defeated.

That is hopelessness.He realized it when his consciousness was still barely clear.

It is more painful than a drowning person who is dying and unable to escape in the cold pool water. The feeling of suffocation is overwhelmed, and the cold water that almost freezes the body and even the soul pierces through the bone marrow.

For a split second, Roman mistakenly thought that he was the drowning person. He was so cold that he couldn't help shivering. At the last moment when his consciousness was cut off, he was still raising his hand with all his strength, as if he was still unwilling to catch him. What do you live in—

What do you want to catch?

I don't know, I don't know.Just like he didn't even know why he drowned in the inexplicable deep pool of pain.

On Christmas Day, Dr. Roman, who was supposed to celebrate and play with Fujimaru Tachika and others, took sick leave miserably. The reason for the leave was "maybe a bad cold caused by staying up too late and forgetting to turn on the heating when sleeping."

He is seriously ill, anyone can clearly see.The high fever left him in a daze, and during the entire period when he couldn't sleep, his consciousness was not clear from the beginning to the end.

However, the disease came so horribly and went away unexpectedly easily.

After sleeping until twelve o'clock in the morning again, with a full count of almost 24 hours, with tousled hair and a numb and dazed expression, Roman lifted the quilt and sat up in the darkness of the room.

The "bad cold" had quietly let him go at some point, and left him in a leisurely manner. Now that he is awake, except for the sweat covered in his body - which was covered by the thick quilt - he just leaned on him blankly. The body of the man at the head of the bed is refreshed, and the virus has indeed been swept away.

The first serious illness that could not be suppressed by Roman as a human being came to an end so carelessly. The first vacation in his life was only for such a short day.

Sitting there until dawn the next day, the last lingering aftermath of Christmas passed.To be honest, for him, this year's Christmas is definitely the most deserted and the fastest one.There is no time to suddenly feel lost, and the work of the new day has to start as usual.

Afterwards, it continued to work as usual, and the daily life, which seemed to be unlikely to change much, would at most become more and more lively due to the increase of heroic spirits crowding into Chaldea for no apparent reason.

However, do not know why.

The man in the crowd, recalling the experience of being sick by chance, would involuntarily put down the things in his hands, and through the gloves and clothes, his fingers suddenly landed on the area roughly on his chest.

Vaguely feel, "empty".He seemed to have forgotten something, and the person who wanted to grab it but failed to grab a piece of clothing or a strand of hair...

"...Huh? Who is it?"

Even more inexplicable.

——Okay, this is the end of the memories.

Roman remembered that he had indeed asked for leave once, but he didn't expect this group of people to conspire while he was away.That's right!Now that he heard Da Vinci's name, it must be a "conspiracy".

He asked with a little helplessness: "So, what is that 'event'? I seem to have heard... Solomon? Isn't Solomon a king of ancient Israel? What does it have to do with him?"

"It's like this, doctor." Matthew explained: "Isn't Valentine's Day coming soon? Da Vinci said that in the past, it was too monotonous to just exchange Giri chocolates. This year, we can try to add interesting activities, such as holding A love poetry contest, the winner of the final competition can get a special gift of Saint Quartz from Leonardo da Vinci—you understand.”

Giving chocolates on Valentine's Day has probably been a tradition for a long time, and the love poetry contest... Obviously, it must have been specially created by the boring genius Leonardo da Vinci for fun.Only by relying on the three words "Saint Quartz", Fujimaru Tachika can be hooked with great interest.

"Cough, cough, yes, I don't know how to write love poems at all, and I don't send them to those who write them... Anyway, poetry is not the point, the second half of the sentence is!"

Fujimaru Tachika was fighting high there, and the power of the Saint Quartz was naturally infinite.He gathered the papers that he collected and researched, and said to the doctor whose face was full of "I want to complain": "Da Vinci personally recommended reference materials for me, here, here it is."

"King Solomon's love poems are very famous, Matthew and I are learning from them now, um, learning!"

Roman: "..."

"Lai o na do...you..."

Fujimaru Tachika and Matthew can naively think that Da Vinci just recommended Solomon's love poems to them as reference materials. After all, they know nothing about the truth that is still hidden.

But Roman wouldn't be so naive.

Throughout Chaldea, Leonardo Da Vinci was one of the few insiders who knew that Romani Akiman was Solomon. If it was not an intentional ridicule, he would not believe it if Romani was killed. .

——It's too much!Dear Vinci!

Maybe it was because the doctor's expression became unspeakably distorted at this moment, Fujimaru Tatsuka asked rather puzzled: "What's the matter, doctor, can't you use this as a reference?"

Roman made a gaffe for two seconds, and said vaguely: "Of course it's not impossible..."

"That's all right." Fujimaru Tachika laughed, turned his eyes back to the printed paper, read it again, and nodded in approval: "I think it's really well written, and it's worthy of being circulated. After reading the collection of love poems for so long, I just feel—wow, isn’t it a bit too nasty?”

Before Roman could stop it, the silly boy opened his mouth and read out one of the sentences.

The voice is full of emotion, and I read it very seriously——

"My love, your lips are as sweet as honey."

"You are a spring of gardens, a well of living water, flowing from Lebanon..."

"...Stop! Stop, stop, stop! Stop reading, stop reading!"

Fujimaru Tachika who was interrupted: "What, doctor, you are so excited suddenly, I was shocked!"

Roman choked, but still rounded out his abnormality with a quick reaction, although the roundness was rough: "It's too much to read this kind of crooked love poem in front of a bachelor who can't find a partner, and what's more What's more—it's the eve of Valentine's Day, so it's a critical attack, okay?"

"Well, it's because I didn't consider your feelings, doctor... Speaking of which, why don't you go into a relationship, doctor? An adult who yells all day long that he has no partner and no one to care for, you have to act first to gain anything! "

"Stop, senior, the doctor seems to have been pierced through your glass heart by your sharp words, and if you say another word, he will be broken from grief."

"I—you two don't talk to me!"

A certain older bachelor who was over thirty was really hit, and was still furious under the heavy blow, leaving these two young people who were still fighting for the Saint Quartz and left.

However, before leaving, he took out a piece of paper from Fujimaru Tatsuka's dozens of printouts and held it in his hand, planning to settle accounts with Da Vinci, who must be hiding in some corner and gloating.

If Lixiang were to be asked to read "Solomon's Love Poem" aloud in public in that love poetry competition, it would undoubtedly be a shameful punishment comparable to Ling Chi's for the poet himself.

Xu was affected by the mixed feelings of shame and anger, he walked very fast, and his face was inexplicably hot in such hasty steps.But after coming to the corridor outside, the temperature on his cheeks suddenly dropped when he was blown by the wind.

The coldness not only spread on his face, but also invaded his body for a moment, making the temperature under his chest that seemed to be burning suddenly - also disappeared.

empty.

Why is it so "empty".

Moreover, he has obviously been away for a long time, and he is already far away from the lounge where Lixiang and the others are, but for some reason, there are still familiar voices coming to his ears clearly and accurately, even if he doesn't want to, he has to listen .

"Solomon's love poems are really written a lot. In these dozens of pages, there is not even a single sentence repeated... I suddenly want to know, who are these love poems written for?"

"Well... there seems to be no definite conclusion on this. Because it is said that Solomon had more than 1000 wives and concubines, and there was no record of which one he particularly liked... Maybe he wrote to every lover a song?"

"Oh oh oh, I think this guess is very possible! If one person writes one song, there are more than 1000 songs-oh, Solomon is really amazing. No, it's not so much a love saint, it's better to say it's meeting someone who loves one The scumbag..."

……Hey.

……Hey!

Roman really couldn't listen anymore, the murmurs of the minors seemed to have inexplicably poked at the deepest pain in his heart, so that it seemed so unusually excited.

"The more you talk, the more it gets worse, both of you! Lovers and scumbags are both good! Not to mention that no one wrote a poem! You, the poems that the world sees today, all—"

"..."

"..."

Roman turned his head abruptly, the unexplained excitement on his face froze in his eyes the moment he turned around, and disappeared on his face.

There is only darkness behind him.

The bright environment inside Chaldea retreated abruptly, swallowed by black shadows spreading from every corner.In this dark space without a ray of light, he is the only one still standing here.

Oh, and the page reprinted in ink-smelling black letters remained in his hand.

Roman looked at the darkness ahead, and after an unknown amount of time, he finally looked back slowly.

He raised his hand, and the black characters on the white paper came into his eyes. It was obvious that there were only a few words, and it didn't take up much space, but it seemed that it almost filled all his field of vision.

"...these love poems."

The paper tightly held in his hand was suddenly broken before he could finish speaking.

Like flying paper kites flying beside him, the pieces of broken paper overlapped each other in the process of flying, and when they were staggered, they became a brand new love letter with all the words of confession printed in black fonts.

Snow-white and pitch-black rain surrounded him.

Romani Akiman is Solomon.

He had a queen, and countless concubines and lovers beyond count.Marrying for the benefit of the country, in order to continue the inheritance and increase the number of heirs, he has held the hands of so many people in his life as Solomon, and whispered so many whispers to them.

He has no feelings, he has no ego, and everything he does is not for himself.

But why.

why.

Why is he still waiting.

It seems that from a certain point in his life, Solomon began to wait in his own confusion.

He was waiting for someone who was destined to come, but somehow didn't.He was waiting for him, crowning him queen, and loving him from now on, only death could separate them.

He asked God, but God didn't answer.He couldn't wait for that person, there was no way, so he wrote down a love poem with a pen to an unknown recipient in confusion and the pain of his heart that has continued to this day.

In the seemingly confined space, the black shadow still did not give up, trying to climb up from his feet to his body, and also to wash away the whiteness of the letters that were still flying.

The man holding the letter...

He moved.

Finally raised his footsteps.

When the man's expression took the first step, it was already submerged in the pitch-black darkness.

He raised his arm and snapped the hair tie that held his hair up.

The long pink hair was scattered all of a sudden, wiping the edge of the flying white paper without leaving any traces.At the same time, the original color faded, and the paper-like snow-white hair began to spread from the tips of the hair, stacking on the back of the costumed figure.

He took off his uniform jacket and threw it on the ground.The white coat was left alone in the road he had abandoned, and then was also wiped away by the shadows that swept up.

Finally, the dense and unknown number of love letters stopped floating, fell one after another, and spread on the ground.

Abandoning the human identity obtained through the Holy Grail's wish, the man who became "Solomon" again trampled on the love words he wrote in the past.

Without stopping for a moment, the "wish" has never been so clear.

He waited, but failed to arrive——

What he sought, but could not find—

"Solomon, these love poems written all his life..."

——Just, for that one person!

Once, Wang's golden eyes were an eternal cold pool, a flat mirror that could not reflect his own heart, but now, the pool water began to flow, and a little bit of vitality emerged from the melting ice and snow.

"I still have to wait."

"I will continue to search."

The magic king once performed a miracle for his people, and it was the only time in his life, the purpose was to let the people know that the king was protected by God.

But now, the "miracle" no longer exists, and the world today should belong to human beings.

What he thought was, this time, not for others, but only for himself—to create a "miracle".

Because, only a "miracle" can bring that person back to him again.

*****

"Are you waiting?"

"No."

"What about today, are you here?"

"No."

"It's always like this... Waiting endlessly, do you really plan to give up? Even if you look for it, you can't find it, because his existence has long since disappeared, and there is no trace of him in the Hall of Valor, even the one who met you at the beginning Facts don’t exist anymore. What are you waiting for? You gave up the chance to become a human being, and there is no second Holy Grail War for you to make a wish, which means that from now on, you will never be able to escape.”

"I know. But, I'll wait."

It was enough to experience those ten years as a human being, Romani Akiman.When I made the wish of "wanting to become a human" to the Holy Grail, the vague and hazy true wish that I thought of deep in my heart has now come true.

"Love" was found.

Understand "love".

Found, true love hidden under revised history.

Then it is worth it, and only that one step is left.

——"Waiting" is the greatest "romantic" I can offer you.

"Have you waited?"

"Hey, are you waiting?"

In fact, these inquiries did not come from others, but the imagination hidden in his heart, just like the motivation that supported him to wait.

"Have you waited?"

"Have you waited?"

Ask again and again.

Repeat, keep repeating.

In the temple where time seemed to be frozen, it was hard to remember how many times the voice of inquiry sounded.

again and again……

After how many times.

The voice sounded again.

"Have you waited? Have you found it?"

If it was normal, at the next moment, another voice that was as calm as if submerged in the deep sea would follow up and answer - no.

However, this time, something unexpected happened.

Sitting alone on the throne, the king opened his amber eyes.

"what……"

He said.

"Waiting."

"Finally found."

*****

"Matthew... Is it because I miss the doctor who suddenly left us so much, and now I see any man with pink hair and dull hair who thinks it's a doctor?"

"Senior...Although I have the same illusion, it is obvious that the person who appeared in front of us is indeed a doctor. Dr. Roman is right!"

"..."

"..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh doctor!!! You are back!!!"

"Wait—no, no, why does it feel like there's something wrong with this doctor? Although he still has a dull hair, but the aura... yes, the aura is obviously different!"

"Hey, calm down, Lixiang. By the way, are you praising me or hurting me..."

That's it.

The ex-commander and former resident staff member of the infirmary of Chaldea, who resigned willfully without even handing in a letter of resignation, is back.

"Okay, okay, don't stare at me with such strange eyes - I am still a heroic spirit in essence, just because I am afraid that you are not used to it, so I replaced it with a familiar look."

With the appearance of Romani Akiman, the man whose temperament did change slightly laughed, and did not explain further to them. The reason for the change was not that he changed back to Solomon, but——

"Without me, it's still unknown whether Chaldea will be able to function normally. What? Da Vinci said that she will take care of all the work, and I'll be fine without me? You can believe what Da Vinci said. No. Yes, definitely not."

"So, I'm back."

"Moreover, I also brought a family member who will stay in Chaldea to help as my deputy in the future."

"Hey, my 'family', come and say hello to everyone."

The other person who had been held by the man since he showed up showed a faint smile at this moment.

"Master, Matthew, long time no see..."

"Ah, no, it should be—meeting you for the first time. I'm really glad to see you again."