I'm acting in Yokohama

In the Holy Grail War, when the Holy Grail has absorbed enough magic power, candidates will be selected from the magicians, and they will be given the mark of omen, which is the command spell in their mouths.

After collecting seven groups of Masters and Servants, the Holy Grail War officially begins, and the war will not end until the last group of them fight each other.

There is no limit to this struggle, and even the most despicable means are allowed.

The Holy Grail grants one wish of the last victor.

Sagawa stood on the side of the crowded street and closed his eyes, discarding the noisy voices. The crowd seemed to be erased, leaving no trace in his mind. The magic flow of this city was drawn in his heart little by little shallow image.

Drawing magic power from the veins is the fastest way. It would be even better if there is a large magic circle, but if the magic power drawn from the veins exceeds the limit, the land will die.

The Holy Grail as a magic storage container will be fixed in a certain city, and that is the home ground of the Holy Grail War.

Sawagawa opened his eyes in a black and white self-world, and he was the only one left in the whole street. This was a still world, even the wind was no longer flowing, and the leaves kept falling and condensed in mid-air.

It is true that he sensed his shell, which is the Holy Grail... But it is strange, this is not the complete form of the Holy Grail, it is more like a small fragment.

The concentration of magic power in this city is far from being able to summon seven heroic spirits.

Sawagawa remembered the special task given to him by the government of time - to capture the Holy Grail.

interesting.

Sawagawa opened his eyes, and the black and white world was quickly dyed in color. Crowds like ants reappeared on the street, the wind that stopped still flowed again, and leaves fell silently on the ground.

All this happened in less than a second, and Fyodor on the phone didn't notice anything unusual.

"It is said that the Holy Grail War is held every 60 years, and the location has always been in Fuyuki City. I didn't expect to choose Yokohama this time."

The Holy Grail: Don't talk about you, he also thought of it.

"You know it very well." Considering the behavior of the mouse leader in the past, Sagawa raised his eyebrows and guessed, "You don't have the idea of ​​the Holy Grail, do you?"

"You guessed it." Fyodor didn't mean to deny it at all, and his voice was light and light, making it hard to understand what the man was thinking.

Don't you think 60 years is too long? The man's slender fingers slowly slid across the bright red apple next to him.

Originally, he planned to go to Fuyuki City after the matter in Yokohama was dealt with. There is a magic circle buried under there, so that the magic power of the Holy Grail can be sustained but restrained.

What's interesting is that the magic circle can be changed. After the reverse operation, it can even gather enough magic power in just seven days.

But I didn't expect that the Holy Grail would choose Yokohama as the battlefield.

"This way saves a lot of trouble, doesn't it?" Fyodor chuckled lightly, his original deep and elegant voice was a little frivolous and careless, like a murmur between lovers in the afternoon.

Sawagawa: "..." You actually really want to get the Holy Grail in the past, as expected of you.

"What about the information?" It was rare for him not to refuse outright, "If you want to cooperate, at least share the information."

There was silence on the other side.

"Yohiko."

"Ok?"

"Do you remember the first time we met?" Fyodor began to recall the past inexplicably.

"On a snowy day, your whole body was almost buried in the snow." Sagawa was a little uncertain about his thoughts, and said truthfully.

"Where is the first sentence you said to me?" Fyodor chatted casually as if he really wanted to recall the past with him.

Sawagawa: "..."

"It's so pitiful. I'm going to die."

It is difficult to see other colors in the pure white world. Deep and shallow footprints were stepped on the snow, but were covered by heavy snow in a few seconds.

The skinny boy fell into the snow, his ruby-like eyes dimming little by little in the heavy snow, every breath of hot air that he exhaled evaporated into an imperceptible white mist in the air, and then disappeared in an instant, like a human life.

There was a creaking sound from the fluffy snow, and a pair of shoes appeared in the hazy vision of the nearly comatose teenager. The other party squatted down, and there was gentle compassion in the clear voice.

"It's so pitiful. I'm going to die."

Probably a noble young master overflowing with sympathy.

As the young Fyodor thought this way, the oxygen in his chest became thinner, and the amount of hot air he exhaled became less and less.

"The heavy snow will bury everything, good and evil are equal here, of course... including corpses, don't be afraid, your brain will give you eternal warmth soon."

Humans are such animals that like to deceive themselves and others. Even if the body is in the ice and snow, the brain will still give warm feedback.

The young Fyodor miraculously heard these words clearly when his auditory system almost went out of action.

After the other party finished saying this sentence, he stepped over him mercilessly, just like stepping over a straw that can be seen everywhere.

Eternal warmth...?

That kind of fake thing...he doesn't need it.

His whole body was as stiff as a block of ice that could crack at any time, but the young Fyodor somehow got the strength to grab the opponent's ankle firmly: "...save...me."

The other party turned back and looked at him condescendingly, but there was nothing in the honey-colored eyes that were obviously smiling, and it was colder than this winter.

"help me……"

The dying boy grabbed his ankle as if grabbing the last straw. He thought he was repeating these two words, but in fact he opened and closed his mouth without making any sound.

Large black shadows gradually appeared in his sight, and before he completely passed out, he heard the answer he wanted.

"sure."

Although Fyodor did not make a sound, his wish was indeed conveyed. Many people have an obsession with the word "life", but this boy is different. He has an absolute reason to live, and with this For the beacon will never waver.

The vows he provides are also much stronger than others.

Sawagawa, who followed the Kusama family to Russia to experience the snow scene, rescued the boy.

It was one of the few decisions he regretted.

I really want to go back to that time and just trample people to death.

"Yoshihiko won't regret saving me back then." Fyodor joked on the other end of the phone as if he had mind reading skills.

Sawagawa: "... After asking so many questions, what exactly do you want to do?"

"Just to confirm Yoshihiko's identity." Fyodor said with a smile, "After all, I was really shocked to hear Yoshihiko's voice when he was a child."

Sagawa's voice now is indeed different from that of an adult, with the soft and glutinous taste unique to cubs, but the other party's expression is too calm so that he ignores this problem for a while.

"So—information?" Sawagawa was more curious about the current stage of the Holy Grail War.

"If you want to get information from the mouse, you can't do it without cheese." Fyodor asked temptingly again, "Is Yoshihiko really not considering joining us?"

"There can only be one final winner of the Holy Grail War, are you willing to give it to me?" Sagawa asked knowingly.

"Isn't it better for two people to fight in the final battle than to fight with seven people?"

Fyodor made it clear that he wanted to form an alliance with him first, and then decide the final ownership of the Holy Grail after killing the other five families.

But it's a pity——

"Sorry, I refuse." Sagawa hung up the phone without hesitation.

His purpose was never to wish on the Grail as a victor.

Leaving aside whether a Holy Grail without a core can fulfill a wish, even an empty Holy Grail still has the characteristics of a wishing machine, but it cannot realize the wish made by its own core.

This is a restriction and a rule.

What he wants to do is not to end the Holy Grail War, but to let this Holy Grail War continue forever. As long as the final winner is not determined, the summoned heroic spirit will never disappear.

The so-called follower is just a clone of the heroic spirit, but if the clone exists for a long enough time, he can analyze the origin of the clone and enter the seat of the heroic spirit where he is.

That's right, what he wanted was never as simple as a clone. What he wanted was to enter the king's seat of heroes, and to be with the king in eternity.

As the guardian of Wangcai, he was supposed to be a part of the king's treasure, but because of some accidents, his soul was separated from the original Holy Grail, so the Holy Grail in Wangcai is just an empty shell.

Just like the lock of the sky, although the artifact is still in the king's treasure, it has long since lost its soul.

Although the idea of ​​finding the seat of the king's heroic spirit by analyzing the clues is good, but it is a bit frustrating that no one has been able to summon the king for hundreds of years.

But this time it was different.

First of all, he wants to...use power for personal gain, to occupy a position for himself.

Sagawa stretched out his right hand. There was nothing on the smooth back of his hand. It was not a big problem. He attached his other hand to the back of his right hand.

And then... nothing happens.

Sawagawa: "..."

This shows that the seven Master candidates are all full.

Sawagawa: "..."

Can the Holy Grail fragment without the core move so fast?

He used to have to choose people for a long time, and it is possible to choose them for three to five years. After all, the king will respond to everyone's call, even if there are holy relics, so try to choose the courtiers that meet the king's heart Candidates are quite difficult.

Especially when the cup is blown by a king, no one will find it pleasing to the eye, and it is not worthy of being a courtier of a high-ranking king.

Now that the slot is full... I had no choice but to pick someone to "voluntarily" withdraw from the battlefield.

But before that...

"Qingguang, where shall we live tonight?"

With his current appearance, it seems inappropriate to return to Hong Kong and Heilongjiang, not to mention that he doesn't really want to involve those people in the Holy Grail War.

Da Dao, who came to this world for the first time, looked at him for half a minute, and then there was a long silence.

As the sky was getting darker, Sawagawa walked along the street with Qingguang and suddenly felt a violent fluctuation of magic power coming from somewhere.

"Huh? Someone has already summoned a servant?" Sagawa narrowed his eyes, so he had to move faster.

This breath is... Lancer?

Sagawa didn't hesitate to let Kiyomitsu carry him to the place he sensed.

Before the Holy Grail War officially started, send the opponent's Heroic Spirit back to the Seat of Heroes, and let him seize the Command Spell and open a back door to summon it again.

The opponent's magic fluctuations are not hidden, it is like declaring war.

All the values ​​of Dao Dao are average, including concealment. In addition, he is not a heroic spirit, and there is no magic power fluctuation on his body. As long as he does not actively jump out, he will not be noticed.

This is an abandoned warehouse, and if Sawagawa remembers correctly, it still belongs to Hong Kong Hei.

Qingguang took him to hide behind a container.

Sure enough, it was Lancer.

The knight in green armor held a red spear and stood fearlessly in the warehouse waiting for the enemy's arrival, and his Master didn't even have the slightest intention of hiding.

The opponent was leaning against the wall with his arms folded. This was an absolutely confident gesture. The black windbreaker perfectly outlined his waist. His orange hair jumped from the black hat to his shoulders, and the cobalt blue was exposed under the brim Occasionally, a cold light flashed in the eyes.

The aura of a human being is not lost to a servant who is a heroic spirit.

The opponent was wearing gloves, making it impossible to be sure whether there was a Command Seal on the back of his hand, but Sagawa's attention was not on it for the time being.

"...Zhongye?!"

The author has something to say: the second watch is at nine o'clock

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