Hundred Nights in the Light [Main Fate]

"Diarmuid, if it were you, you would seldom hang out, right? It's the same in this world. Haven't you looked at this era properly?"

I sat comfortably in a wheelchair and was pushed down the street by Diarmuid.

The dazzling array of commercial streets on both sides made me a little excited, and there were many souls that interested me among the bustling crowds. They all politely avoided me as a patient, which allowed me to see everyone's expressions clearly.

Diarmuid was behind me, and answered me in a helpless voice: "Yes, before, because of Lord Kenneth's order, it was necessary to go out for reconnaissance and test the strength of other servants. During the day, try to reduce activities as much as possible to save mana. ..."

"Kenneth is indeed such a boring character... It's really a pity, Diarmuid, how about you take a good look at this era now? There are many interesting entertainment activities now..." I smiled. He said, "Hey, there is a barber shop over there with many beautiful girls sitting in rows. You can definitely get free services, free—"

"Master Baiye, please tell me what you want to play." Diarmuid stopped and sighed deeply, "Stop playing with me... okay?"

Why?But I got you just to have fun and watch you be forced to show all kinds of expressions...

It also includes the extremely helpless expression now, Kuhahahaha!

"Haha, there's no way, Diarmuid, let's have some other fun." I waved my hand on a whim, "Come on, go forward, see that stall selling Kanto cooking? From there Go around the alley."

Diarmuid looked confused, but followed orders.

We turned from the bustling street market into the deserted alley, and after waiting for a while, the small oden stall behind us seemed to be put away and pushed towards the inside.

Breathing the fresh and refreshing air, I waved to the boss: "Hello, uncle, can you stop closing the stall first? I really want to taste that stuff..."

The boss laughed enthusiastically, although I couldn't understand what he said was mixed with slang... He walked towards here, took off the towel around his neck with both hands and rubbed it back and forth.

Suddenly, Diarmuid shouted, "Be careful!"

At the same time, the boss suddenly took out a small knife from the towel and stabbed me mercilessly.

At the critical moment, Diarmuid had already drawn out his long|spear, barely resisting the attack in front of my eyes.

"Who—" Diarmuid asked sternly, the tip of the spear was as sensitive as a flying swallow, and collided with the surreptitiously fast knife for several rounds in the air.

Diarmuid kicked in the wheelchair, allowing me to avoid a direct confrontation.

As soon as the two fought against each other, the assassin fell into a disadvantage. Diarmuid's bright red spear "Red Rose" was as gorgeous as a streamer, and he shouted: "You are also a servant... I see, it is assassin Well, you didn't die under the attack of Archer on the first night..."

The assassin who had been called out by him took off his disguise, and it turned out that he was wearing a black cloak and a strange mask. He fought and retreated, and was forced to retreat dozens of steps.

I rested my chin on one hand and looked at the scene in front of me: Well, Lancer is indeed the best among the seven job agencies. Assassin, who is good at assassination, is not an opponent at all in a head-to-head battle...

Just at this moment, I heard a strange breaking wind behind me, and a new figure suddenly jumped down from the wall beside me——

These two men were impressively wearing black cloaks and masks, all dressed as assassins, and came to attack me.

"Lord Baiye!" Diarmuid's voice was tense.

He turned and threw the other gun directly, piercing through one of the assassins; and before the sharp blade of the other touched me, his figure had quickly returned to my side.

The battle situation slowed down temporarily, and Diarmuid stood in front of me vigilantly, guarding against a dozen assassins who appeared out of nowhere.

Seeing these assassins with different heights, fat and thin, I asked a little leisurely: "What's the matter with this servant, shouldn't there be only one heroic spirit corresponding to a job agency?"

"They should be the same person." Diarmuid twirled his spear. "In this case, it may be something like multiple personalities... The same heroic spirit split directly into different individuals."

"Multiple personalities..." I lowered my head, and my mood suddenly turned bad, "Then kill them all, Diarmuid, I don't like to see such broken souls."

The assassin who surrounded us suddenly spoke, it was a tall female figure among them: "Master of Lancer, how did you see through my disguise?"

"Oh? Are you referring to the disguise of the stall owner? You are actually doing very well. In terms of strength, the job introduction of assassin is the only one that magicians can't see through the attributes. In terms of skills, your lurking and The camouflage ability is also flawless..." My tone was a little tired, "You just chose the wrong target."

You chose someone who, like you, has also entered the life of an assassin... These skills may be the ones I have mastered once, when I first saw your perfect disguise, it has already aroused me memories of the past.

I sighed, "I don't want to talk to you, multiple personalities are the worst thing in the world, Diarmuid—"

"Yes, my lord."

Like every loyal knight, Diarmuid answered me loudly, and rushed into the assassin's position like a whirlwind.

I knew he had concerns, so he didn't move forward decisively; his concerns were me, the weak Lingzhu in the wheelchair.

There are so many assassins, even if everyone is far weaker than him, if he makes a mistake, the battle will be lost, so he has to be careful.

My eyes were drawn to a thin figure in the assassin. I knew he was skilled enough to lurk by my side, but I didn't make a sound.

As expected, he also came, and while closing the distance, I was able to see his eyes clearly: those are really clear eyes, his personality is perfect and complete, if he is alone, there is no flaw...

But it also makes me rage!

The saddest existence is that each personality is perfect, each personality has its own full personality and past, each personality has its own motives and flaws...but at the same time, it also loses the original self!

My hometown, the Suzaku Empire, listed the crime of depravity—that is, the sin of evil—as the most serious crime.Forgetting the original purpose, forgetting why you have to suffer in the cycle of reincarnation, it is no different from the complete death of human beings!

Even more disgusting than the poison of death, because living in a false life is simply a pool of rotten meat, and those souls immersed in drugs and illusions are more valuable in comparison!

"—Come on, assassin, come to me!" I read softly.

You dare to come, then I will let you know what the real hell is... the real hell is this world.

I want to tear your soul apart and throw them into the lava of hell one by one, let my devils gnaw at every inch of your nerves, and use pain to remind you of how weak and incompetent your nature is!Ugly Heroic Spirit, I am indeed blaming you, but you have touched the most unbearable point of me being a Suzaku...so.

—Come on, come to me.

At that moment, Assassin, who was facing my eyes, seemed to hesitate for half a second, and his steps seemed to be frozen in sudden fear.

I am still sitting in a wheelchair, and everyone looks like a weak and helpless mortal—ha, that heroic spirit is actually afraid of me!

I opened my hands, stared at him closely, and put on my deepest and most pitiful voice: "What are you afraid of?... You have come here."

——The lake of fire in hell is already boiling for you, take a step forward, and walk into the world of my mind... Let me save you, I will kill all your personalities, make them want to die, want to come from Not born in this world... Cry, scream, and die!

Only then can you, as yourself, be redeemed.

Suddenly.

A golden light disrupted my thoughts. The light was as dazzling as a thunderbolt, piercing straight through the figure in front of me.

The assassin let out a scream of fear and disappeared into it; even all the remaining assassins retreated away from here.Diarmuid returned to me nervously.

After the light dissipated, I saw clearly that it was a golden sword.

— Ha, who interrupted my hunt?

I looked up, and sure enough, I saw a bright figure on the wall. Even though he was standing in the boundless night, he was as bright as a god who ruled the light.

"Ant, who allowed you to run amok in this king's backyard?"

This noble and gorgeous sound comes from Gilgamesh.

He arrogantly turned his face sideways, squinted at the assassins who were facing the enemy with his ruby-like eyes, and suddenly snorted coldly with disdain: "Go away, that person is the opponent of this king!"

"That person" probably refers to me.

The black assassins retreated in panic.

Diarmuid swung his spear and stood between me and Gilgamesh: "Archer! You are indeed in the same camp as Assassin..."

"Hmph, how dare you compare me with that kind of thing, do you want to die too?!" Gilgamesh responded coldly.

Diarmuid was not provoked by him, he lowered his body and said to me: "Master Hyakuya, please seize the opportunity to evacuate. I am very sorry, I do not have the confidence to protect you from harm in the battle with Archer..."

"Wait, Diarmuid, he's after me."

As soon as I explained something, I was suddenly interrupted.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Gilgamesh put his hands on his chest, posing in an unfriendly posture, "This king just happened to pass by, and I don't like that kind of ant attacking a disabled person."

——Hey, not all people in wheelchairs are disabled?Don't you know there is another kind called sickly ghost animal?

I turned the wheelchair, moved forward slowly, and looked at the tall guy for a moment: "Gilgamesh, obviously he came out specially to help me deal with the enemy in front of me, right?"

"Stop talking to yourself, I'm just passing by!"

I sighed helplessly: "Okay, passing by."

Gilgamesh snorted softly, jumped down from a high place, and landed lightly, his eyes resting on my throat that was still bandaged: "What did you do to make this ugly look?" ?”