Hundred Nights in the Light [Main Fate]

After personally sending my master into the police|station, I wandered around in a daze for a while.

Alas, every time I wake up in a brand new world, there will be a period of discomfort... After all, before the last sleep, it was still a highly developed magical world!

Now I have suddenly returned to the world of science and technology, and I am a little troubled, and this world seems to have merged with the background setting of the mysterious side.

The concept of "magic circuit" is a brand new setting for me. Even if I have done such a brain-burning profession as an arcanist, it does not mean that I am qualified to be a caster in this world!Holy Grail, what a foolish wish-making machine you are...

That night, I roughly understood the world.

Now I am in a place called Fuyuki City in an island country. The center of this town is divided by the Mito River, and the red bridge over the river is called Fuyuki Bridge, which connects the deep mountains with Japanese style as the main architectural style. town and a new capital full of modern features.

As I wandered the bridge in a mental state, I found a suitable body.

The other party was a homeless man who came into my sight when he was sleeping under the bridge in desperation.

Although he was very young, he was severely malnourished, and his skin seemed to be pale due to the disease. If it weren't for his sloppy appearance, he could be said to be the image of a vampire.

Alas, if possible, I also want to receive a better body, but after all, I just woke up now, and my mental strength is seriously insufficient. If I don’t want to turn around and suck up my master who is still in prison, I should find a new body as soon as possible. ...

This homeless man, whose name I don't know, soon fell under poverty and illness. He dragged his body and fell under a garden bench in the urban area, which seemed to be his favorite place to sleep.

But now the place is occupied by other homeless people sleeping, even occupying the only warm clothing he owns.

The cold had struck down the poor human being...or maybe he should have been more properly called the walking dead.

I quickly accepted the fallen body reluctantly. In the long and familiar pain, I stretched my newly acquired limbs and felt the frailty and strength of the human body.

I leave this garden.

The night is filling the city, and the lights are feasting everywhere. I easily found an abandoned faucet and cleaned myself up.

Sloppy can sometimes be a good image contrast point. When I passed by the door of a painted store, I casually processed the only single clothes left on my body twice.

Then I stood on the street with my arms outstretched.

There are mediocre crowds all around, which is nothing special.I use my special senses to sniff out these people who pass by in a hurry. Some people avoid me, and some people are very interested in me.

Suddenly, I found qualified prey.

This is a young woman, wearing a long plaid skirt and carrying an ordinary bag, although she has deliberately let down her hair and tidied up her mature appearance.But my senses have never been wrong. This is a clean, pure girl with brilliant colors in her heart.

I opened my arms and smiled at her: "I'm waiting for you, my love."

She looked at me in surprise and backed away in bewilderment.

"I may be a god on this road, I have been waiting for you for many years, from my birth to my death." I said to her, "My love, forget me. But please let me last, last paint your face one at a time."

Once, I was born deaf and dumb.

Although many people would be willing to help me out of sympathy, I chose the path of painting.That was hard work, and I've struggled to get enough to eat for the first half of my life.

I never entertain, I never rest, I put my whole life on the canvas.Human accomplishments are sometimes easy to come by; many human beings could have been great, but they pass up the opportunity, and their time is spent sleeping, eating, socializing, and other needs.It can be said that 90% of their resources are wasted.

If you can cut out all these meaningless time, use 10 minutes a day to stuff food into your stomach, use three hours to sleep scatteredly, and use it to do one thing at any other time.

If you only do one thing, no matter how mediocre your talent is, you can improve with a lot of practice.

I used to wander on the banks of the Weiyuan River, sketching for people to earn money, and I would ignore all passers-by when I earned enough money to eat, and sketch for this world to earn experience.

Later in my life I became famous because of a car accident in which I lost my hands, so suddenly my paintings had "value" and they even sold for sky-high prices.

My name suddenly became valuable because of this, I was sent to an orphanage, and some reporters or other people would visit me from time to time.Although I have no voice and hearing, and lost the only means of depicting beauty, I can only simulate a drawing board in my heart to sketch those people.

Whenever I finish a portrait, I smile at them.

Though they'll never know, I've created another masterpiece.

Now I am smiling at this young girl, and at the same time, I describe her in detail with the eyes I have trained all my life.

I have more useful time in this life than most human beings; my eyes are better at gazing than most hearing and speaking human beings, because at that time, gazing was the only thing I could do.

The girl was shaken by my gaze.

She allowed me to follow her into a coffee shop, and we sat in peaceful seats filled with aromas.

I wrung out my still-dripping clothes, in a state of disarray.

But I didn't care, I told her my life, the details of the story can be as detailed as the small creases at the corners of her eyes when she smiled.I told her, "You were once the most beautiful sight in the world that I've ever seen. I've mentally sketched you many times, but there's no way for you to know this: I love you dearly."

Her eyes were moist, and she asked me: "Mr. Painter, is what you said true or false? I actually... I really hope that I have such a beautiful past life."

"It's embarrassing for you, my love." I smiled at her with the utmost gentleness. In this kind of tenderness, I felt the pain of déjà vu. I don't know if my eyes made her feel the same. Forget it, I can only be a passerby to you. I'm really sorry for disturbing your quiet life again."

At this moment, how much I love her.

This indescribable love made my chest seem to be scorched by a raging fire, half of which was sharp and unbearable pain, and half of which was obsessively sweet!My hands were trembling, and if I didn't restrain myself, I'm afraid I'd cry bitterly the next moment.

But no, I can't let my loved ones be bothered by me anymore...

Her tears couldn't stop, and before I left, she handed me all the money in her wallet and said, "Thank you for your story, I...I don't know how to repay your...fairy tale..."

I stared at her deeply, and because of her distrust, I felt hell-like despair...and relief.

Maybe I showed so much pain at that moment that she seemed to regret talking to me like this.

I took out one of the money and smiled at her indifferently: "This is the last time I paint, this is the last time I see your voice and smile. Just like every time in the past—— I am only paid for this painting. . . . Farewell, my beautiful love."

As I strode away, I heard her calling for chase behind me.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Painter... I'm sorry! I'm sorry—"

The thin night wind blows over, and my hot body cools down.

Alas, when people are old, they always like to remember.

I suddenly remembered: I have never sold sketches on the banks of the Weiyuan River, but only on the banks of the Thames. Sorry, young girl...

I bought two loaves and broke the bill at the same time to get some change.

Alas, as a Heroic Spirit summoned by the Holy Grail, it seems that life is so difficult, it is very rare... I can't help it, who gave me a body|body.

Where there is a body, there will be demand, which is an inevitable trouble.

While walking and looking at this strange city and this strange era, I swallowed the only food I had. At this time, I had already walked back to the red bridge.

Under the bridge I found the body's usual resting place.

I took off my clothes and walked into the cold river naked to wash my body.

...The human body is really ugly.

While thinking this way, a voice suddenly came from a high place.

That was really a gorgeous and high-spirited voice, with an arrogance that was not angry, he said: "Hmph, bastard! It really showed me a good show!"

I heard the sound and looked up, only to see an extremely handsome man standing on that bridge... No, rather than saying that he is a human being with the same body as me now, it is better to say that he is an incarnation closer to a god Bar.

The dazzling golden hair, and the dazzling bright red snake eyes, in which the black pupils are like the incarnation of the abyss... This is really an indescribably noble posture!Even in my long journey, I have never seen such a natural brilliance.

"Chop Suey, who allowed you to raise your head to face the majesty of this king!"

The author has something to say: Darkness tone: When I first met Jin Shining, I heard that you had a bad impression?

Hyakuya: Well, I feel that he is a "blessed guy who was pampered and raised in the royal family" or something.

Blackening tone: What made you change your impression of him?

Baiye: Small waist!I want [beep——] him!

Blackening tone: Kuhahahaha!Isn't that great?

Baiye: It is indeed a rare and straightforward thought, hahahahaha!

[The laughter of the two hentai echoed for a long time