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

Mount Everest, the tallest snow-colored lighthouse in the world.

This mountain is a sacred place in the minds of countless people, it can wash away the dirt of the soul and return the pure heart.It is also a holy place that climbers and adventurers flock to. Climbing it is like conquering nature and proving yourself.

These two days are dangerous periods that must be avoided for any intrepid climber.

Affected by the weather, the blizzard is coming as scheduled, and today it will become an invisible beast that everyone hates and fears, roaring at the poor Mount Everest—the most pitiful is the person who happens to be halfway up the mountain—opening its arms representing hell .

No one dared to go up at this time, they could only stay in the camp tents set at a safe height, maybe drinking hot wine, cursing the damn wind and damn snow with a blushing face.

Well, maybe also...

"Am I not mistaken? Is there someone up there?"

A buddy who was probably very unwilling opened the tent a little, poked out the binoculars, squinted his eyes and looked at the height of the snow-capped mountains.Then, as if he couldn't believe his eyes, he almost smashed the telescope.

How—how is it possible? !

The lens of the telescope is a bit blurred, and the snowflakes that have already begun to flutter like white butterflies surround the mountain, making the towering mountain that is itself white even more difficult to peek at.

However, looking at it from another angle, if there are colors that cannot blend with pure white appear there, it will be like a few abrupt drops of paint dripping on a clean drawing board, which can be spotted at a glance.

In the dangerous and steep area not far above the camp, there were actually two small paint-like dots, but because they were too small, they could only be seen through a telescope.

One of them was "a little bit" behind the people in front, and seemed not used to walking in such a dangerous place.Staggering, walking hard, when he was about to cross a long and narrow ice crevasse, this "dot" suddenly...

The man who found them suddenly turned pale with fright: "Oops! It fell!"

"—It's okay, I've got you."

Accompanied by a cold but reassuring voice at this moment, the person who stumbled and stepped on the ground felt his body lighten, and was grabbed by the arm and pulled away from the ice crevice that reached the abyss steadily.

"Uh, uh, thank you... I'm fine, Mr. Caster, let's move on."

This person was tightly protected by an obviously ill-fitting heavy down jacket. From the bloated arms and unsteady breathing, one could hear the gentle yet strong voice that belonged to a young girl.

That's right, the strong man who climbed Mount Everest with bare hands on this nightmarish wind and snow day without any psychological preparation in advance, and without any auxiliary tools when he came, is a weak girl of sixteen or seventeen years old!

And the vicious person who brought the innocent girl here turned out to be——

Airlie: "It's me. Is something wrong?"

It seemed the gods were always happy to grant him a privilege.

Heroic Spirit is still dressed more like a knight. The surface of the armor is smooth and recognizable. Against the background of the snow, it looks like a crystal clear diamond.

Only the wind can affect him, making his satin-like cascading hair flutter wantonly.And he himself has not changed at all, the cold and wind and snow that have taken away countless fragile lives are like nothing, only the gentle embellishment of white snow can be added between his hair.

"Master, don't force yourself, your physical strength won't last long."

After he pulled the girl up, he carried her on his back.

"Although I want the master to personally provide me with a sacrifice of sufficient value, I still have to resist the danger the master faces in the process of searching for the sacrifice."

"However, Mr. Caster has already..."

"I'm fine, not tired at all." Airlie said, "What you just saw was not sweat, but snow, melting snow."

He took a step forward solemnly—and extremely solemnly, as if this step was so important that it even carried the future of mankind.

Answering the call again, the heroic spirit Ellie, who descended into reality, is taking his master this time, a girl named Sakura Matou, and is trying to climb Mount Everest.

They came here across the ocean and continent from Fuyuki City in Japan, please believe that they are not full, or there is something wrong with their brains.

Things are going to be told from 10 minutes ago.

Twenty minutes ago, Ellie responded to the call and came to the side of the Master who signed the contract with him.

Ellie never had any extra expectations for the Master who summoned him. He didn't choose, and he could accept Masters of any character. Naturally, he also didn't imagine in advance what it would be like to meet the Master for the first time. It's a habit, it just came so casually.

However, no matter how indifferent, no matter how casual, he couldn't think of...

The first time I met this Master was in the Master's bedroom.

The room was carefully arranged by the girl. Although there were not many personal items and decorations, it was also clean and tidy.However, when he opened his eyes, the only discordant picture in the room immediately polluted his eyes.

His master was crushed to the bed and tore his dress, his numb eyes were still filled with tears of despair.

Airlie's appearance was so silent and so sudden that the two people on the bed were dumbfounded.

The purple-haired girl stared blankly at him, as if she hadn't realized the connection between her and him.

And the blue-haired boy who was pressing on her was about the same age, his disgusting grin froze on his face at this moment, and he was also stunned.

boom--

After the huge shocking sound slowly dissipated.

"Nice meeting, master."

Even if he stepped on the back of the head of a dangerous person who was supposed to cause great trouble to the Master, the heroic spirit's figure still touched people's hearts, "Following the call, I am Caster, do you have a wish that I can help you realize? "

"Even if it's an urgent wish, it's fine."

The girl didn't answer, because the heroic spirit descending before her like a god was so dazzling that she almost lost the ability to speak.

Seeing this, Airlie frowned slightly, and simply used the Noble Phantasm to directly read the Master's story.

The girl's short life of more than ten years is presented in the form of words before his eyes, and the future belongs to Matou Sakura's future.

When Airlie turned the first page, his eyes froze.

After a pause, he turned to the second page, his brows furrowed involuntarily, and his thin lips formed a tight arc.

Persisting until the third page, he raised his eyes, raised his hand and threw the book named Matou Sakura behind him.

Before hitting the wall, the book shattered into spirit particles, scattered like bubbles and flew behind him, and he took another step - stepped over the body of Matou Sakura's nominal brother, and came to the girl's body.

"I understand. If it's just the details... I can make an exception and modify the past for you. It's just that you have to pay me a sacrifice of relative value."

"Well, what do you want—"

Before the words fell, the heroic spirit's face stiffened imperceptibly.

Immediately, he involuntarily took the Master away—relying on the unfettered nature of the unconventional heroic spirit, he ran to the highest peak in the world.

At the cost of a snow lotus growing on the most precipitous cliff, Airlie projected the story of Matou Sakura, and gently crossed out a small line on the first page with the tip of the pen.

He had made up his mind before that he would never use the Noble Phantasm's ability to modify the past, but as he said, making an exception and modifying a little detail...it's okay.

The main reason is that the Master I met this time was really miserable.

*****

"that……"

"..."

"That, Caster... Mister?"

After being called cautiously for a long time, Ellie finally came back to his senses: "...Huh?"

"It seems to be very late, are we going to... sit here all the time?"

At this time, they were sitting on the very top of Mount Everest, surrounded by decaying national flags of various countries. Looking ahead, they could see the vast expanse of the sky, and the clouds were like veils, wrapping around their feet in the distance.

Matou Sakura sat with her heroic spirit in this no man's land for several hours, although the scenery is very nice, but...

She hadn't realized the reality that life had turned from tragedy to reality, so she felt dazed and apprehensive, and finally couldn't help it, and asked in a low voice.

Airlie: "..."

"Sit down for a while, I'll—"

Amid the howling wind, his answer was intermittent, as if hiding some unconcealable emotion: "I don't really want to go back."

The time needs to go back to the few seconds after they ran to the ice and snow in a foreign country.

Matou Shinji wailed, and finally got out of the staring state, clutching the back of his head in severe pain, struggling to get up.

"Damn... Sakura! Where did you hide, get out!"

The first thing he did when he got up was to look for Matou Sakura who had disappeared from the room. Apart from being furiously planning to vent his anger on the innocent girl, he actually had other ideas.

Matou Shinji licked his dry lips, and couldn't help but think about the extremely beautiful face he saw at a glance just now, and shouted stammeringly: "Don't think that you, You are the chosen Master of the Holy Grail, you, your Heroic Spirit, are prepared for me!"

I walked around the bedroom, but I didn't see Sakura, and the heroic spirit was not here.

Matou Shinji's thoughts were still erratic, almost reaching the point where he couldn't take it back.

He also remembered that when he was stepped on by the heroic spirit before, he touched the heroic spirit's leg vigorously during the struggle - it seemed that the texture was wrong, what he touched was not the thigh, but the surface armor?

Hehehehehe... No matter what, how can he control so much, if someone asks him at this time whether he wants Matou Sakura or that heroic spirit, he will definitely choose the latter without hesitation.

His heart is already flying.

However, when the impatient Matou Shinji failed to find someone, he was cursing Sakura, imagining grabbing that heroic spirit, and planning to go outside to look for him.

Golden spots of light suddenly gathered at the door, outlining a tall figure.

"Wow ah ah-"

Matou Shen'er's face turned pale, and he flew backwards, hit the wall, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his pupils turned upwards.

His short brown hair was curled up, like the unruliness flying in the golden eyes, and the earrings that reached to his chin swayed gently with his walking steps, splitting the wind as silently as the cloak on his body.

Coming in pursuit of a familiar aura, this noble spirit who happened to hear the disrespectful words only glanced at where Matou Shinji was, and looked away disgustedly as if seeing the most filthy thing in the world.

"How dare you let him settle in such a filthy place...there is no pardonable crime!"