I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

It didn't take long for them to come out of the small black room that Merlin made himself.

Cyril walked in front, endless black shadows tried to block his way, and tentacles swayed towards him from the abyss-like shadows on the side, trying to drag him into the tragic reincarnation that repeated itself.

However, the blond young man at the front didn't look sideways, and his expression was indescribably solemn.

Whether it was the black shadow or the tentacles with deep malice, they were all stepped on by him in the process of advancing. Without struggling, they turned into shattered smoke and slowly dissipated.

...Well, stomping resentment into shattered smoke with a deadpan expression, this scene seems to be full of cruel violence, which is in stark contrast to the slender young man who made this move.

"..."

So Merlin followed at a distance and did not come forward for a long time.

He wanted to get closer, but he didn't know whether it was a psychological effect or a pragmatic plan to stay in the back. In short, he later felt that at least for now, it was better to stay in the back.

The robe that he had never put on after he took it off was held in Merlin's arms, as if it had been forgotten again, just as wronged as he himself.

Cyril is no longer disheveled.

He doesn't need Merlin's help. He has inherited the magic power inherited from Morgan and the curse. What he lacks is experience. As long as he understands the internal structure of the Black Holy Grail, he can deal with it by himself.

At this time, he looked serious, very serious, and he was full of fighting spirit, as if all his heart was laid on how to quickly solve the current problem, absolutely nothing else.

——The premise is that the magician who is behind should not speak.

It's not strictly forbidden to talk, as long as the magician can be quiet for a while.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Cyril would think of the special event that he didn't like to think of before.

Even if he didn't think much about it beforehand, and he was very upright in his heart, but he really put such... things into practice, the emotions that arise spontaneously still cannot be completely controlled by his own thoughts...

Well, it’s just that I’m not used to it, and I don’t pinch it from the bottom of my heart.

Just calm down and don't mention it to anyone.

Let him adjust his mood quietly, and this matter can be skipped naturally...

"West--"

"Your Excellency Merlin, did you say something? I'm sorry, I didn't hear you clearly. It's fine if you don't speak, and it's good to be quiet. I think so too."

"..."

I actually said a word, forget it, I didn't say anything.Merlin thought.

Now we can sum up the experience: when Cyril feels shy, his specific performance will never be crying, but will be several times more serious than usual, and then he will use several times more words than usual to cover up Own.

so... so cute...

The magician was so cute that he couldn't bear it, and he really wanted to rush up in a few steps and hug his imposing lover who was striding ahead.

However, you can only think about it.

In order to avoid making his lover angry when he opened his mouth, Merlin shut his mouth and swallowed back the reminder "If you can't find the right direction, you won't be able to get out even if you go thousands of miles at a stretch".

Of course, this is not the only reason.

Merlin believed that His Excellency the Duke would find it.

The countless details seen after the reunion are proof that His Excellency the Duke has always done his best to help those around him.

He doesn't want to rely on the strength of others. If others insist on intervening, it's not good.

The two of them, one in front and one behind, have been walking through the darkness for an unknown amount of time.

It was said before that there are constantly things trying to block the road, but in fact, there is no "road".

There is only a large piece of darkness here, as if shrouded in black mist, and they can't tell the direction of left, right, front and back. They are walking straight in the black mist, and it is difficult to tell where they are and where their destination is.

Cyril really didn't want to conform to "Sakura"'s thoughts, and really kept repeating the unpleasant experience over and over again, so he didn't intend to waste time with obstacles and pulls, and decided to go straight to the point and find the right owner.

The place he is in is the inside of the Black Holy Grail, that is, the body of Matou Sakura who has merged into the Black Holy Grail.

That being the case, the consciousness of the Black Holy Grail itself should also be in it, and it cannot escape.

I don't want to be digested as nutrients, and I don't intend to sit still, so the only choice is of course to take the initiative.

If this behavior is told to other magicians, there is no doubt that Cyril will be regarded as a lunatic.

Take the initiative to send it to your door and confront the consciousness of the Black Holy Grail—how dangerous is this?

The Holy Grail, that is something that even a Heroic Spirit who is far more powerful than a human being can swallow it, let alone a mere magician.

only.

The idea may be a little crazy, but he is not thinking of courting death.

"Since it is an incomplete Holy Grail, then it devours magic power and continuously grows itself, in order to complete itself and officially descend into this world."

Sure enough, after calming down, Cyril talked to the magician as if nothing happened: "In such a large space, it is difficult to find out where the consciousness of the Holy Grail will wander."

"Then let's follow other movements, and once we find that new magic power is coming in and being swallowed, we will find it immediately. This way the success rate will be much higher, and we can also save people who were implicated like us by the way."

"Sure." Merlin had no objection, and it wasn't surprising that Cyril would have such a plan.

As soon as the polluted cup woke up, it pulled Cyril in. Immediately afterwards, another magician followed him in as if he had thrown himself into a trap.

Logically speaking, the Black Holy Grail should be very happy to get such a huge amount of two nutrients in one fell swoop.

But -- who knew those two "supplements" were so hard to digest?

Not only is it difficult to digest, but these two guys are also extremely difficult to catch, and if you don't pay attention, you don't know where they are hiding.

After all this time, the Tonics are still alive and kicking, with only a fraction of their mana drained.The Black Holy Grail is thankless, only to realize that these two are not good people who are easy to bully, and have not received the nourishment they want. Being irritable and helpless, naturally they will not let it go.

Once the swallowing switch is turned on, it is almost impossible to stop.The Black Holy Grail may temporarily leave Cyril and Merlin alone, but during this period, it will attach itself to Matou Sakura's body to find another source of magic power to meet the conditions for its arrival.

This means that there will inevitably be a third, fourth... and even infinite unlucky ones to be swallowed.If they were waiting inside and bumped into each other, they could just be saved.

"Let's just wait."

Said the magician, who was extremely full of mana after replenishing the mana.

"This Holy Grail doesn't have much patience. If it's quick, it may..."

——Boom!

The black and invisible "floor" under their feet was unprepared for a huge earthquake, as if something heavy fell from a height and hit the same ground where they were standing.

"Come so soon?! Well, I'm really impatient."

"I heard the sound, it's that direction! Let's go and have a look."

Can't help but say more, Cyril's spirit vibrated slightly, he immediately recognized the direction of the sound, and rushed there.

Merlin followed closely.

Even if the surroundings are completely shrouded in darkness, you can't even see your own figure clearly, let alone others.But to him, Cyril's back is like the only bright moon that shines brightly in the dark night, and he will never mistake him.

In this way, it didn't take long for the two unlucky magicians who forcibly took the dangerous situation inside the Black Holy Grail as a flat road to find the unlucky ghost No. [-] who was swallowed all at once. .

The scene seemed to have changed suddenly at the moment of arrival.

The first is temperature.

The coldness pervading in the darkness was suddenly dissipated by the heat that gushed forward.

"!"

The fire dragon that swept across the heat sprayed in front of his eyes, and Cyril, who was walking in front, stepped back in surprise, avoiding the oncoming flames urgently.

This is no ordinary fire.

Because it was burning fiercely, its shape was distorted and ferocious, and it shot straight into the sky. The sound of firewood cracking and shattering from the depths was like the howling of a devil, which made people change color.

And because the fire is not only amazing in momentum, but also sweeps and spreads to all corners that can spread, the color of the fire itself is as dazzling as blood.Inexplicably feeling gorgeous, and amidst this gorgeousness, I felt a bit of unreasonable sadness.

"Who was...not right!"

Cyril's face showed horror. He saw a faint black shadow from the huge flame. Although this shadow was blurred, he could still tell that it was a human figure when he looked closely.

There is a person who is bound in the depths of the sea of ​​fire and can only be burned to death!

Cyril wanted to save someone, but before rushing in, he suddenly found something that made him stop suddenly.

The figure who was burned in the flames was not the third person who had just been swallowed.

Like this endless fire, she is a phantom born of despair and resentment, a phantom derived from past memories.

The real third person was not in the fire, but he was stimulated by the scene that seemed to be happening in front of him, and he had no hesitation, wanting to rush into the fire that represented death.

"Wait, please—"

Cyril caught the man in time and dragged him abruptly.Because the other party really wanted to embrace the flame, in order to hold him back, Cyril was almost thrown into the flame by him.

"Sir, you have been confused by illusions, don't get close, once you touch these flames, they will swallow you up."

At this time, he took a closer look, and the man he was holding was actually quite strange.

The man wears a strangely shaped scarf around his neck, and the back under his neck is exaggeratedly bent, which is still more suing than Cyril.

The strangest thing was the man's face.

When Cyril saw him clearly, he couldn't help marveling in his heart, what joy and despair this is... Also, what a distorted face!

Joy and despair, two opposite emotions, are all crowded on this distorted face, which looks weird and shocking.

The man's protruding eyeballs were wide open, staring at the blurred shadow in the fire, and big tears fell down immediately, making it even more difficult to look directly at the already distorted face.

He was still piously calling: "Ah, ah! Joan of Arc...beautiful saint, Joan of Arc!"

Although it is not polite to say so, the fact is that Cyril, who desperately held him, a person with such a clear sense of existence, was completely ignored by the crooked man.

In the eyes and heart of a man, there is only the saint in the fire, that is his lifelong belief, the purity he has lost, and nothing else can take away the brilliance of the saint.

"Jeanne...Jeanne!"

Once again piously shouted, the tearful man raised his hand high: "Why, why did you let me see you in such pain again! Ah, no, I saw your smile. God and the world, there is no hatred in your heart... My saint! Are you here to seduce me?"

"Sir, calm down...uh!"

I can't hold it anymore.

The man who was immersed in the phantom physically and mentally was already crazy, he probably even forgot that he was swallowed by the Black Holy Grail.

The holy girl, bathed in the fire, reached out to him not far ahead.The man who was thrown into the resentful mortal world couldn't resist the girl's hand, he couldn't see anything in his eyes, he could only cry while laughing and crying, and rushed into the arms of the flame.

Cyril, who couldn't let go, was caught off guard, and was really led towards the fire by him.

The dazzling red was only a few millimeters away, and it was about to crash into the young man's wide green eyes.

"—Shuh!"

An extremely steady force came from behind, grabbing his arm and pulling him back.

Cyril's other stretched hand failed to catch the man's scarf, his fingertips moved slightly, and he could only watch the man cry and laugh as he fell into the suddenly boiling fire.

Immediately afterwards, the figure of the crooked man also disappeared in the fire, and only a vague black shadow could be seen.

"..."

"..."

"It's okay, you can't save him, the reaction of the Black Holy Grail is faster than we thought. There are other reasons, that Heroic Spirit, he was already crazy when he was still alive."

Merlin got his wish and hugged his lover, but now, it was obviously not the time to think about any ambiguous thoughts.

The right arm turned around, enclosing Cyril inside, and pressed his left shoulder tightly with his hand.The magician looked ahead at the sea of ​​flames that was burning even more terrifyingly, and his cold purple eyes were inevitably stained with a little flame: "Did you see it? Because obsession is ahead, even if you have to cross the sea of ​​flames, or you have to be killed The flames burn the body, and people who have fallen into delusions will not stop..."

"...Your Excellency Merlin, do you want to discuss the previous topic with me again?"

The previous topic, Artoria, which cannot be avoided, means that if the magician wants to have another quarrel with the Duke, it will definitely end without a problem.

Of course Merlin didn't want to do that.

"No, I just want to say that the heroic spirit has been corrupted by the evil thoughts of the Black Holy Grail. He can't break free by himself, and he doesn't want to break free. We can't save him."

As he spoke, he probably noticed that Cyril's slightly tense spirit had slowed down—for some reason, he paused, and then he continued:

"In addition, what I want to say is... If the person in the fire is you, I will hold your hand like him."

"..."

Okay, you don't need to read Cyril's expression.

You can imagine how indescribable it is.

He didn't know what to say to Mr. Magician who said strange words from time to time, so he simply pretended that he didn't hear it.

Merlin: I thought I would win His Excellency the Duke's favor, but it failed and I was disappointed.

"Oh no……"

The magician was hit hard because of this, the soles of his feet were not so loose, and his white hair didn't seem to be fluffy at all.

Silently, Cyril took Lord Merlin's claws off his chest, took another step forward, and slipped out of the magician's embrace.

"I see it, it's there."

He discovered something, so he naturally ignored the shriveled Mr. Magician.

The sea of ​​flames that engulfed the two figures was still in front of them, and there was no tendency to weaken their momentum.Cyril didn't seem to see the danger close at hand, and walked straight towards the fire.

Merlin subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to hold him, but the Duke left his back so firm that he looked dazed, and finally slowly put his hand down.

The magic flame is still burning, like a death gate leading directly to hell.

Knowing that this was an illusion drawn from the heart of the already digested heroic spirit rather than reality, he showed no fear at all.

The moment he stepped into the sea of ​​flames, the crimson flame rushed up to the corner of his clothes, making a gesture to climb up again.

However, Cyril didn't even look down, and his footsteps didn't stop. The face illuminated by the fire temporarily softened, and the distorted phantom, no matter how arrogant, was left behind by him, becoming the tiniest foil.

So, knowing that there was nothing he could do about it, the sea of ​​flames slowly faded away, revealing another small shadow.

It looks like a five-year-old girl Matou Sakura.

But both of them here know that it is the consciousness condensed by the Black Holy Grail.

"Brother, you are really in the way."

The eyes of the Black Holy Grail with the appearance of a girl are dark, and the voice seems to come from the deep underground: "It's all because of you, everything is messed up. Things that shouldn't appear, don't appear, is this not good?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Cyril said calmly: "Does it mean that you can see the future, but the future is disrupted by me? But I don't think so."

"I come to help the customer, solve the problem, make the customer happy, and I can leave satisfied. Before that, what happens, whether there is an accident, is caused by my actions, there is no 'disruption' ', the future I'm looking at will never be set in stone."

"It's too much trouble, big brother. You disappear, hurry... quickly disappear!"

The Black Holy Grail was annoyed. It seemed that Cyril was indeed not pleasing to the eye. The black shadow that had been quietly lurking on the ground after the sea of ​​flames disappeared suddenly started to move. At this moment, they all rose up and overwhelmed the young man in the center.

However, Cyril flipped his hand and grabbed a sword from nowhere—oh, it was thrown to him by Merlin from behind—and swiped the sword to cut off the huge black shadow pressing on his head.

Well, because it was the first time he used a high-end weapon like the knight sword, Cyril almost couldn't catch it... There is no need to elaborate on such embarrassing moments.

All in all, he (appearing calmly but in a hurry) cut off the black shadows that gathered around him, and the gap he opened was just for the magician who was behind to take the opportunity to enter.

As soon as Merlin approached, he saw that the Black Holy Grail hesitated for a moment, and shrank with a shadow like black mud.

It can be seen that the Black Holy Grail is very afraid of Merlin.

Nightmare, who has lived for thousands of years, is a powerful character who needs to be vigilant wherever he goes. If Nightmare hadn't come in by himself, the Black Holy Grail didn't want to swallow him, and it would be very troublesome.

It turned out that because of these two people, the current situation was already very troublesome.

As for why the Black Holy Grail is only afraid of Merlin, it doesn't respond to Cyril, who is no less troublesome than Nightmare...

The answer is obvious, yes.

——Because, Cyril poses no threat to "it".

Even standing in front of the Black Holy Grail now, Cyril has inquiries and doubts in his heart, but the only thing is that he has no killing intent to wipe out the Black Holy Grail.

It just so happened that it was the complete opposite of Merlin.

From the moment he stepped into this place, the white-haired magician was ready to destroy the Black Holy Grail that suddenly appeared.

On the point of thinking that the other party is the "destroyer" that should not appear, Merlin and the Black Holy Grail are the people who are most able to reach a consensus, and their thinking is the same.

For this world, the Black Holy Grail is far more threatening than Cyril, so the former is the existence that needs to be eliminated.

Today's Merlin has learned his lesson, so he won't say anything that can't change the future.

However, he would naturally have no mercy for the Black Holy Grail, which was of no benefit but would only cause damage. If it could be resolved early, don't waste time.

But the trouble is, Merlin thought so, but Cyril didn't think so at all.

His Excellency the Duke seems to have gathered enough energy to use the slowest and most troublesome way to compete with the Black Holy Grail, who has clearly made no sense to others.

Therefore, Merlin stopped talking and just waited to see what Cyril planned to do.

"What do you think?"

The Black Holy Grail spoke with a cloudy tone, but it was obvious that he was already very annoying to these two people.

"I want to have a good talk with you." Cyril said: "Stop you before involving more innocent people, and persuade you not to do this kind of thing that will make you degenerate even deeper—"

Before the expression of the Black Holy Grail was covered with a cold shadow, and the corner of the girl's mouth curled into a sneer, the blond young man who had just broken through the darkness through the sea of ​​flames actually changed his mouth.

"Sounding like this, it seems to be very pleasant, and you can say a lot, but what I really want to mention is not this."

"I'm very confused, can you please explain it to me?" he asked.

"As far as the matter is concerned, I want to help Sakura, and I have already taken her away from Matou's house. She will stay away from the devil's den and live with people who care about her. But why, you must deny this fact, from your The resistance was reflected in every word uttered."

"What are you resisting? You don't believe no matter what——Sakura, Matou Sakura, can they be saved by 'others'?"

The words are peaceful, but they are like sonorous and exciting sounds, which are enough to tear apart the night that covers the sky and create a gap that leaks the skylight.

The black chalice in the girl's appearance froze.

The ground suddenly began to tremble, and the face belonging to the five-year-old girl in the eyes became blurred, as if black air gathered together and could not be formed for a while.

That's right, the series of questions raised by Cyril pointed directly to the contradictions in the words of the Black Holy Grail.

The chaotic sound that suddenly sounded was like a scream, and it was like a silent cry of mourning, which continued to resound in this independent world with only darkness:

"Ridiculous... What a ridiculous person!"

"Ah, ah, do you want to save Sakura too? Just like Uncle Kariya did. But... that innocent and stupid man failed and died early."

"No one can save Matou Sakura. Her flesh and blood are rotten, her bones are rotten, no one can hear her cry, even the only bit of warmth she got, Senior Emiya,..."

Cyril saw that the lonely figure of the little girl had disappeared.

It was as if he had been dragged into the ground by the long and narrow black shadow that had pulled him just now, and it seemed as if his body had really rotted, and the wreckage was swept away by the wind, leaving him wandering and helpless.

From this female voice echoing in the distance, he heard the unbearable despair, pain, and sorrow of life.

Although "she" was always mentioned in the mouth, this is by no means a word that can only be expressed by someone who knows the truth.

Five-year-old Matou Sakura has been deeply involved in the mud, and her pain has reached an unimaginable level.However, the desperation and resentment that is felt here now can only touch the weakest corner of it after a longer and longer precipitation.

Cyril couldn't help crying again.

His face was wet, but he was still able to express his thoughts in a steady and firm tone: "But, no matter what, you should admit...at least, this Matou Sakura can be saved."

"Impossible. Impossible...No one can do it. Sakura, who will, who can, come to save her."

"I'm going to try. No matter how many times I fail, keep trying."

Cyril said, smiling slightly: "So, please witness my determination."

The words settled down, and the scene changed again.

They were back in the dark, worm-infested basement again.

Cyril used the sword lent to him by the magician to continuously chop up the worms that tried to invade and devour him.

Or, he didn't need to do this yet, a fresh scent of flowers came with the wind, and in an instant, the shadows of insects all over the room were replaced by the fresh flowers.

Every time I just escaped, not long after leaving the basement, the scene not long ago would repeat itself, and the location would naturally change.

Cyril and Merlin seem to be trapped in an endless cycle: destroy, escape, leave, return to the sea of ​​​​worms...

I don't know how many times it was repeated.

I don't know when I can really leave.

Cyril didn't seem to have any boredom or impatience, and he was ready for every reincarnation.The negative emotions that drive people crazy can't confuse him at any time, because his purpose is so clear that he will never be easily diverted.

"You don't need to shoot, it's too tiring, I can handle it myself."

That's what he said to the magus who was silently helping.

However, Merlin only cared about turning the endless sea of ​​insects into a fresh and beautiful sea of ​​flowers. Judging by his posture, he wanted to stick with him to the end.

"You are in trouble, how can I stand by."

Hearing the magician's words, Cyril nodded silently, and didn't bother whether the other party's words were sincere. After all, the magician's criminal record was too serious, and his credibility was low.

In the countless replays where the result and process did not change much, the two of them did not communicate any more, but they cooperated more and more tacitly.

This can be regarded as a real fight side by side.There should be a little joy in Merlin's heart.

Once, twice, three times...again, over and over again, as if tireless.

"I just want to help you, no matter how many times", this sentence has got the most solid proof.

The narrow gap that had been torn open at the edge of the dark night sky slowly expanded bit by bit.

At last - the light shines.

In a small and dark corner that would never be noticed by outsiders, the little girl whose whole body was inundated with engraving worms was blind. Her original black hair and blue eyes were replaced with purple ones. She couldn't see what she should have seen. bright.

In such dead darkness, the girl with a hollow heart grew up bit by bit.

Carrying a schoolbag, the purple-haired girl walked on the way home from school in small steps, following the red-haired senior, just like the most ordinary girl, nervous and shy.

However, even the senior who gave her a little warmth couldn't see it.

The sky turned blood red at some point, and the easy road to school also turned blood red, just like the same color that climbed from the soles of the feet to the ends of the hair.The long dress is black and red, blood-like lines are all over the delicate face, and even the eyes are no longer clear.

At this time, the original body was restored, and the girl who appeared in front of the two of Cyril was like this.

The girl—or rather, the consciousness of the Black Holy Grail—was staring at Cyril incomparably complicatedly with those empty and dim eyes.

"……I don't know."

"Ok?"

"Obviously, none of her closest people could do it or see it. Strangers, do you want to save her that much?"

"Looks like I have to clarify a little bit more."

In fact, Cyril was already exhausted, but at this moment, his posture was still upright, just like his will, "I am not the one who can save Sakura, yes, as you said, I am just a stranger, destined not to understand her All the feelings I have, and I can’t play the role of an enlightener.”

"It is Mr. Kariya Matou's task to enlighten and accompany him. To be redeemed from this support and warmth is something that only Sakura can do, which is her important task."

Facing the incomprehensible Black Holy Grail, he showed a faint smile, his gaze was enough to soften the ice: "My strength alone is too small, so all I can do is to lend a helping hand at the very beginning—just pull It's easy enough, isn't it?"

"you……"

"Cyrillic……"

Two sighs, but with two different emotions, and there is no need to mention the shock they received, because it is difficult to describe clearly at the moment.

As long as you know that the ending is not bad, it is enough.

The Black Holy Grail, Matou Sakura, the other Matou Sakura who isn't "Sakura"... In short, it's all her.

The girl whose body and mind were corrupted by the evil of the Holy Grail took a few steps back, not letting the blond young man who was trying to hold her hand approach her.

"That's great... I really can only admit it. That's great, I'm really envious. In this world, I, who has not yet collapsed, really met someone who stretched out this hand..."

"Don't say that, Ms. Matou, I also hope to help you." The title changed quietly, and Cyril was so sincere: "How did you become like this? Please tell me, I will try my best to find the way to restore you ..."

The Black Holy Grail whom he called Miss Matou shook his head and stepped back further, not wanting to answer this question.

After a long time, she raised her head and saw the silent nightmare beside Cyril—she looked away as if she didn't see this person.

"Do you have a wish that you want to fulfill?"

There is no cause and effect, just ask so abruptly.

Cyril: "Huh?"

He didn't know why, but the numb Black Holy Grail looked at him persistently, as if it was not good not to answer, so he had to make a wish at random: "Well, if you wish...want to reunite with my sisters? This should be the present time. The most urgent wish, haha."

Moreover, half of this wish has been fulfilled, Cyril has already met Artoria, only Morgan has not been able to meet each other.

At this time, he still didn't know why the Black Holy Grail asked such a question, but she nodded slowly.

"A very small wish, with this bit of magic power, it's enough..."

Youyou's voice fell, and at the same time the outside world.

The Saber group, the Archer group, and the Berserker group will not be mentioned for the time being, and Caster's side will also be skipped.

At this moment, the Holy Grail War is about to begin.

On the other side of the Holy Grail War participants who have not yet summoned their heroic spirits, the light of the magic circle exploded, as if to pierce the sky.

Accompanied by the magician's incantation, the heroic spirit came in response to the call, and the contract was concluded.

Under the same sky, there were some similar and different voices, either high or low.

"Lancer, Artoria, came here upon summoning."

"Merry, I'm sorry for coming out of the chimney, I'm Santa's sister who was summoned... Wait, you said, today isn't Christmas?!"

"Code name: Heroine X, is a heroic spirit summoned recently in response to the increase in Saber that has become a social problem—alright! Where is the hateful Saber with a silly face? Uh, who said I went to the wrong set, Isn't this the FGO!"