Hundred Nights in the Light [Main Fate]

"Then, Diarmuid, it's up to you to take me away." I breathed a sigh of relief, finally settled the troublesome fiancee, and faced the stern Lancer again, "Although I didn't use the Command Seal, But leaving here now - you don't have to face your former master, you are also very happy, right?"

Diarmuid turned to face me, and this was the first time I had seen his face up close.

He is a mature and capable man, and the tragic legend has added a special melancholy charm to him. The tear mole under the corner of his eye is said to be a blessing from a fairy—or rather, it is more like a lingering curse.

It is said that no woman in the world can resist his charm.

At this moment, there was a trace of humiliation and exhaustion on the man's face: "caster, do you really want to win so much? You tried your best to take the command spell from my lord to control me, and use despicable and shameless means to tarnish my identity." The long-cherished wish of a knight...do you want the Holy Grail that much? Aren't you ashamed of that?!"

...Ah, it really is a shining knight of the kind and lawful camp, I can't help but sigh.

"Come with me." I smiled at him, didn't mind his questioning, but walked towards the street first.

I don't mind Diarmuid's resistance to me, after all, I took him as my own in a special way.In fact, if he hadn't followed the knightly way, I'm afraid he would have killed me with a single shot.

But I'm a Suzaku man.

The Suzaku people have always been proud of not hurting, not killing, and not being angry or fighting. Naturally, there is a way to get what we want intact.

It is barbaric to use force, but it is elegant to draw on the will of others and let them choose their own destiny.

"Diarmuid, why do you want the Holy Grail?" I took him along the long path, and in the dark background, I brought up endless topics.

"I don't want the Holy Grail," he answered me coldly.

--Um?If you don't want the Holy Grail, how did you get summoned by the Holy Grail?

I don't think a Heroic Spirit like Diarmuid would tell me meaningless lies.

So I asked with great interest: "If that's the case, why did you show up in this era? What is your pursuit of a magician like Kenneth who is not capable enough to be your lord?"

"The moment I was summoned by Lord Kenneth, my wish was half fulfilled..." Diarmuid said.

He seemed to spare no effort to show his loyalty to the lord to me: "The other half of my wish is to bring back the Holy Grail and the victory of the war to Lord Kenneth! Prove the way of loyalty with the final result..."

"The way of loyalty? Diarmuid, I like you very much, including your dignity and your beliefs, but..." I asked him gently, "Do you have the qualifications?"

"...!"

Diarmuid's deep and mysterious eyes suddenly shrank for a moment.

"You who eloped with Princess Granny, you who betrayed your lord Finn, you who gave up the way of loyalty in order to fulfill the knight's oath... Do you have the qualifications to come back and beg this way to accept you again? "

I sighed softly, stretched out my hand to cover the street in front of me, the light was stretched and distorted from between my fingers, the scene in front of me was suddenly grotesque, and there was a sudden sound of feast and music around me.

"What..." Diarmuid took a step back, "Inherent barrier? No... what is this?"

"This is my mental imagery world, come on, perform it for me to your heart's content, my heroic spirit."

Then I opened my arms, and the sky was completely engulfed by my mental image in an instant, and all the scenes spread out layer by layer.

My memory is also slowly recovering as these scenes unfold. I remember that once, I spent about 300 years as the lord of the white elves, but...

Forget it, Diarmuid is a knight in human Celtic mythology. I don’t know elves as creatures. Let me blur this past—just combine it with Diarmuid’s past Bar.

I'd love to see the past of this Heroic Spirit.

If Gilgamesh's heart is as dazzling as gold and staring like a god; then Diarmuid's heart is as soft as clouds and as sad as stars.

The story begins with a banquet.

The hazy sound of the lyre enveloped gently, and the high-hanging crystal chandelier reflected the candlelight, revealing the laughter and interlacing of wine and chips at the banquet.

Diarmuid was wearing a white cloak and stood there blankly, when someone patted him on the shoulder suddenly: "What are you thinking, Diarmuid!"

Diarmuid turned around suddenly: "Oscar?"

He looked so dazed, I sat on the main seat in a good mood, and looked sideways at this scene.

Oscar woke up Diarmuid from his trance: "What are you thinking? The lord is watching us..."

Diarmuid cast his gaze over, I raised my glass, gestured to him with a smile, and drank it down.

"Caster, what are you playing?" Diarmuid came over to me with some annoyance, "If you don't immediately end this meaningless history repeating itself, I don't mind...caster?"

I yawned lazily, leaned over the food table, and pretended to fall asleep.

Diarmuid looked around in a moment of bewilderment, and saw that all the guests had fallen asleep strangely, and only a few people were still awake.

At this time, the beautiful hostess at the banquet—my fiancée at that time—the beautiful elf princess, dragged a long moon-white skirt and walked in front of him.

I have actually forgotten her appearance, but Diarmuid seems to have seen someone's shadow in her—it should be the shadow of the Princess Granny who eloped with him in history.

The princess' voice and appearance were gradually perfected because of Diarmuid's bewildered memory. She stood in front of Diarmuid and asked him softly, "Diarmuid, are you willing to take me away?"

"Diarmuid, if I give you love, will you respond? I am forced to be Isaac's wife, but I am afraid of his methods. He doesn't love me at all, and only treats me as a pawn. I Love you, Diarmuid, please take me away from this hateful marriage. Take me, let's run away together!"

At this moment, the voice of the princess coincided with someone else.This banquet, the host of the banquet, and I seem to have coincided with history.

The most famous epic in Diarmuid's life is his elopement with the lord's fiancée, Princess Granny.He spent half his life in flight, and in the last days he was falsely forgiven by the lord, and finally died in betrayal and helplessness.

At this moment, Diarmuid refused as before: "I'm sorry, I don't know how to love a woman who is engaged to the lord. I'm very surprised that you are so fond of me, but...but you can't be my wife , even if I am willing to take you away, there is no place for us to hide in this land."

And the princess boldly took his hand: "Diarmuid, I know that you once made the oath of 'unable to refuse a woman in trouble to ask you for help', and now I am begging you: take me away! I As the eldest princess of this kingdom, I set a ban (geis) on you—"

Diarmuid took a step back in confusion.

Everything in the past and everything in the present made his reason and thoughts fall into chaos.

"—I bind you with an oath that no true hero can ever break, Diarmuid: Before Isaac and others wake up, you must marry me and free me from this odious marriage."

Prohibition, geis, is the source of power for heroes in Celtic mythology.Prohibition is like their fate, once discovered, established by oneself or others, they must be obeyed; once violated, they will lose the power gained from it and suffer the punishment of fate.

Diarmuid is caught in a dilemma that seems familiar: should he betray the lord and follow his glorious path as a hero; or should he violate the prohibition, reject his beloved princess and always be loyal to his lord?

As in the legend, Diarmuid asked his friends blankly.

He asked Ossian, "What should I do?"

How could I let other people interrupt the good show?I spread out my spiritual tentacles, pretended to be his best friend, and said to him: "Don't violate the prohibition, otherwise you will have bad luck."

Diarmuid turned to Oscar again: "And you, my friend?"

Confusing his judgment, I pretended to be Oscar again: "Such a beautiful princess falls in love with you, how can you refuse her? If it were me, I would have been ecstatic."

Diarmuid asked Kalt one last time: "Do you also think I should take the princess away?"

It's still me, using the devil's usual tricks, smiling and bewitching him: "Of course, my friends. Although I have foreseen your tragic future, I still hope that you will catch up with her. The oath is inviolable, and no one will accuse you of that."

All Diarmuid's friends told him that he should choose to elope with the princess.

Although he was distraught, he silently put on the light armor, took his own double swords and guns, left the banquet scene, easily climbed over the towering city wall, and met the escaped princess.

It was a long escape journey, and Diarmuid spent the rest of his life on the go; and most of his legends were born during this escape.

He took the princess to run around, waving swords at his former friends, but he always restrained himself, and escaped from danger many times with the help of his friends.

Although he and the princess admired each other, he never touched the lord's fiancée, even if the beautiful woman was very annoyed by it.Where they camped, where they slept, they must have been separated by stones; and in each place he would have left unbroken bread or uncooked fish to show that the lord's bride was still chaste and guarded. chastity.

He hoped that after everything was over, the princess could be returned to the lord flawlessly.

——What a perfect tragic hero... Can't oath and loyalty be both?

I took the morsel of food he left behind in honor of the campfire and slowly put it in for a final chew.

These leftovers, although they have cooled, are still delicious... like this food, and like this legend of Diarmuid.

"A hero, it is because he is much more greedy than ordinary people that power can be bred from desire." I sighed for him, "Diarmuid, you are so greedy, since you want to keep your oath as a hero, And I want to keep my loyalty as a knight..."

In the end, you were abandoned by your own lord, is that why you want the Holy Grail War?You want to truly walk the path of a loyal minister...

Ha, interesting.

The author has something to say: This article should be said to be a synthesis of fate, the Epic of Gilgamesh and Celtic mythology... Of course there will be legends of King Arthur and Alexander the Great, as witty as I am hahahahaha!