[Fate] Box and Servant

Eighteen

None of the servants dared to approach Nia's bedroom. The butler wisely drove them to other places. There was no one in the long and wide corridor. Inside, with a 'squeak', a gap appeared in front of my eyes.

If you look inside, you will be able to see the bedroom of the Holy Maiden.

Ah, the room was as expected.The color tone is extremely soft, with light dark lines on the milky white walls, and a pink velvet quilt on the slightly larger bed, which feels very soft just by looking at it.A transparent veil hangs down to cover it, shaking with the wind from time to time, like floating white clouds.

The marble floor was wiped clean by the servants, and it could reflect people's faces.Expensive but easy to care for. The only downside is the temperature. Fortunately, in summer, in winter, the close-fitting maids have to put on socks and leather shoes for the small and white feet before the saint goes to the ground.

The Holy Maiden can't catch cold, her body that is getting thinner for people is so lovable.The soft blond hair and tone of voice are the honey given to believers from heaven to nourish their hearts.

'Snapped'

With a soft sound, a beautiful and soft little hand stuck to the floor, leaving bright blood-colored handprints when it was lifted.Ah, this is troublesome, you must know that blood stains are very difficult to wipe off.

'Snapped'

There was a loud noise mixed with the sound of flesh and blood tearing apart, and the cloud-like veil was stained with bright red.Another sound, the silver nails inlaid on the whip went deep into the bone marrow, and with the movement of waving it away, the flesh and skin were peeled off in large pieces, and the blood overflowing from the wound soaked along the girl's arms supporting her. Wet skirt.

She was trembling and enduring, biting her lower lip tightly, not daring to groan or groan in pain. The clothes on her upper body had already been broken into pieces, barely hanging on her body, and the protruding butterfly bones hadn't waited for anyone to appreciate it. Its beautiful lines were cut off on one side by the whip.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts... Unlike when the box inserted the blade into the body, the injury she suffered at this time did not make Nia feel a little joy.

Pure corporal punishment, pure pain.Nia didn't like it, but she couldn't get angry and couldn't refuse, because it was her mother god, Pandora, who was wielding the whip.

Pandora was wearing a long robe, like a goddess coming out of a painting, with sad and pitiful eyes and a soft body, her long bright red hair was slightly curly, hanging behind her and almost hanging on the ground.But the movements of her hands were different from the appearance, she didn't hesitate once, and every time she pulled, Niya's skin would be torn apart.As a mother, she is well aware of her daughter's resilience, which is why she chooses corporal punishment.

How convenient, her children.Some flesh and blood wounds can heal in the blink of an eye, and the blood that flows out is just an element to disguise a human form.Even if Nia's blood is drained, this beautiful little daughter will not die, and even her appearance will not dry up in the slightest.

The blood added a new color to the room, whether it was the ground or the furniture, the glass or the wall, all were splashed with liquid from Nia.

After an unknown amount of time, Pandora finally stopped, and she casually threw the cruel leather whip on the ground, and the sound of the silver nails shattering resounded throughout the bedroom.Pandora stood, without taking a step or reaching out to touch her little daughter, she even lowered her head a little, and said slowly with her plump lips: "Nia, you are really disobedient."

"I'm sorry, Mom." Nia's body was barely supported by her slender arms, and her manicured nails were covered with blood clots. She breathed steadily and tremblingly said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"Nia, you have to know what you are." Nia is Pandora's daughter, but as a mother, she said: "The box is not something you can occupy, your existence is just nutrients, why not How about imitating the well-behaved Xingyin? Wouldn’t it be nice to quietly wait for the box to come and kill you? You have to make such a fuss and participate in some ridiculous Holy Grail War...Is this also your acquiescence? Otherwise my How could the city be buried with such stupid things, heh, Nia..." The ending sound suddenly became softer, like summer spring water with a slightly refreshing temperature.This voice also made Nia raise her face, and looked at Pandora timidly and longingly, what a pitiful look in her eyes, what a deep fascination.Pandora narrowed her eyes and smiled with satisfaction, took a step forward, smoothed Shunya's blood-stained blond hair, and continued: "Nia is the most obedient, isn't she? I like my mother and sister the most, and treat my favorite You must be patient, your mother told you since you were a child, you can't be disobedient next time, okay?"

The sound is the spell, the caress is the temptation.The smile on the corner of the mouth was as sinister as blood, and the cruelty floating in the pupils made Nia tremble.Through these, Nia clearly knows how hypocritical a mother's love is, oh, only the box... Only Nia's beloved sister has received Pandora's love.

But, will Pandora's love make me happy?

How could it be... Nia laughed in her heart, Pandora Pandora... Pandora... This Pandora is not the innocent puppet in Greek mythology, but the lava from hell Unknown monsters born in the world.One is the disaster brought to mankind by curiosity, and the other is the disaster brought to mankind by the dirtiest sex.So what about Nia and the other children... they are just pawns for Pandora to satisfy her.

Even so, even so...Nia still loves her mother uncontrollably.

Ridiculous to the extreme, but also helpless.

Nia lowered her head, obediently obedient to everything, and replied weakly: "Well, Nia won't be anymore, please forgive me."

"Good." Pandora patted Nia's head with satisfaction, and a huge black hole appeared behind her. Before Nia raised her head and called her mother again, Pandora stepped into the black hole and disappeared. In the bedroom.

Nia opened her mouth, facing the blood-stained wall with a sad expression.The gentle mother has long since disappeared. Human beings are right, time allows people to see each other clearly.Many, many hidden or hypocritical surfaces will gradually be revealed under time.Ah, in other words, Pandora no longer wants to put on the appearance of a loving mother to deceive her.

The girl stood up, slowly raised her left hand and danced in a circular arc with her footsteps. The fabric fragments on her shoulders fell, like the sad moonlight floating on the ground, she stepped out of the dance step, and stepped on the moonlight with her toes , whirling on the spot, a poor flower barely bloomed from the broken skirt.

Ahh, incomplete.

Ahh, it's filthy.

Nia said to herself countless times in her heart, I am a creature at the top of this world, I am different from an ant, my mother god will lead me into the sky temple, and I will have a bird's-eye view of the world, holy and noble.

In this way, constantly hypnotize yourself.

Poor Niya, I thought that having an older sister was enough, but I never thought that my older sister would leave her without any regrets.Without relying on her, she pinned everything on Pandora, and her stupid actions and thoughts were like a sharp knife, and she cut her heart again and again.

Nia danced quietly, the dress that was damaged by the blade and the whip hung on her body, and the broken fabric could not cover the girl's beautiful body.The small cherry-colored nipples and dimples are beautifully colored, and the breasts that can be grasped with one hand look as immature as flower buds in the garden.The shoulder line is like the corner of her mouth at this time, slightly drooping, and the round shoulders are extremely thin.The abdomen is flat, but the stomach is slightly bulging. Nia's private parts are soft and sparse, making her even more immature.

There is no music in the bedroom, no smell of perfume.The saintess, who has always paid attention to her own image, danced here in embarrassment, no one was watching, no one was applauding, and she didn't smile.There is no starlight in the pupils, as deep as the sea and as dark as an abyss, and the exquisite facial features are lifeless.

But for some reason, Nia at this time... Nia dancing under the moonlight is more like a noble saint.Remove all pretense and reveal the real inside.In order to please Pandora, she became the saint of this temple, and in order to make believers happy, she learned to smile perfectly.

For what, for whom...?

The elder sister still belonged to someone else, and Pandora still didn't love her.

Poor Nia, doomed to get nothing.

In the deserted bedroom, a little bit of golden light wafts out and gathers to form the figure of the servant who has removed the upper body armor. There are red lines tattooed on the strong back, which is the symbol of the king and the key to the treasure house.

When Archer saw the almost naked Nia dancing alone and the blood around her, she didn't show much surprise, on the contrary, she naturally appreciated it.As far as looks were concerned, Nia was quite to his liking.It's a pity, Archer doesn't want to have any romantic stories with the creatures of hell.

"It's really interesting." Archer didn't care whether Nia responded or not, and continued: "I met a woman with magical powers similar to yours today, well, let's say it is a woman. Could it be the one you kept thinking about?" sister?"

"Red hair?" Nia asked softly without stopping her dance.

"Master of Saber."

"Well, it's my older sister. It seems that she rushed to save her servant after that... Hmm? Could it be that you went to play with Saber?"

"Ah, yes. But that guy was very timid, and he was really boring. When he wanted to fight seriously with me, he was interrupted by your sister, but..." Archer laughed badly, deliberately provoking Nia, and said : "Your sister gave me a deep kiss, and I forgive her for interrupting the battle rudely."

"...Kiss." Nia's dance stopped, she turned her head, and stared at Archer unblinkingly with her dark blue pupils without any fluctuations. Those eyes made people feel chills down the spine, but Archer didn't care at all. He laughed happily.

"Nice eyes, your overly strong desire for exclusiveness is as interesting as your sister." Archer said with interest: "Similar, but completely different. Your sister doesn't have that dirty smell on her body. It is also completely different from you, is there no blood relationship?"

"No, my sister and I are real sisters... The blood relationship between us is incomparable to any creature, you don't understand..." Nia shook her head, her beautiful face, which was rarely without a smile, was extremely sad under the moonlight, Slowly said: "After Xingyin's death, you who are closely connected with my magic power must have noticed what kind of existence I am. You don't have to be polite, I have always known what I am... You are right, dirty Breath." Nia laughed, and the innocent girl who cheered for summoning the King of Heroes at the beginning seemed to be a different person, very strange, but to Archer, this was the real side.

A rose with many petals is lovely when it is in bud, and it is beautiful when it is in bloom. When the petals fall layer by layer and the withered stamens are exposed, this ugly side is the most beautiful aspect in the life of the rose. the real side.But Archer loves it very much. It doesn't matter whether he has a bad heart or a bad taste. The King of Heroes who loves to enjoy himself and watch the excitement just likes to watch these things.

Love, persistence, hatred, strong and hot and unable to extricate themselves.Another example is the sweet aroma, knowing that it is a trap and following it, struggling or waiting for a moment of suffocation when falling into the swamp.

Perfect things are always boring, and only flaws and pathologies can make interesting dramas.

Archer doesn't like the dirty smell on Nia, but he likes Nia's morbid persistence and true inside.Zonia is really what she was at the beginning, she is a lady who knows how to flatter the king, how to treat people and things, and is perfect in every way. He may have already cut off her waist, oh, there is one more thing that Archer likes The most important thing is Nia's strong magical power. Only with such a master can he display his strength in his heyday, and be able to fight Saber soundly, proving that he is the strongest existence.

"I..." Niya, who had no one to tell, couldn't help but said to her followers: "I have always loved my sister, I have loved me so much... I can't extricate myself. I don't know if this can kill me Where does the love come from, I only know that since I was born, my eyes have never left her. She is everything to me, but I am not everything to her."

"So you killed the human who originally held the Command Seal and replaced it."

"Well, it's just a human being. That guy is very weak. If you are summoned by him, you may not be able to fight Saber seriously. Thank you, the oldest king." The girl laughed maliciously and said: "If it wasn't for me, today you would definitely die against Saber's subordinates, how can you fight against the mighty servant?"

Thinking of the ugly human who yearned for the Holy Grail, Nia found it amusing.

That pitiful look, like a vicious dog meeting a stinking bone, gnawing on it and refusing to give up was extremely ridiculous, somewhat pleasing Nia's boring heart.

Nia doesn't pin her desire to monopolize the box on the Holy Grail, what she needs is the qualifications that allow her to get close to the box.As for what kind of heroic spirit the servant will be, strong or weak, ugly or beautiful, she doesn't care.

What you love must be taken with both hands.

As soon as the voice fell, the girl jumped lightly and danced like an elf. The dark blond hair stained with blood was still shining brightly. In the spacious bedroom.Nia put on the delicate mask again, and said with a smile: "Ahahahahaha... Dirty, nasty, archer, I don't care how you want to describe me, you are just a projection, and you can only temporarily survive with the world by relying on your spiritual core. Poor obsession. With the blood of a demigod, you are nothing more than that after death. This is the truth in the world, isn’t it...? No matter the race or blood, you will go to hell after death, no one is innocent.”

No one is innocent, even the most ancient king who stands aloft indirectly killed his best friend.As long as there is blood and life, sin can be committed every moment, and even a single thought is enough to be blamed.

"I want Saber to die." Nia said to Archer, "Now that you're calm, let's have a good cooperation, Gilgamesh."

"Oh, bastard."

The king's blood-red pupils were full of contempt, and what fell into it was the innocent smile of the girl.