[Main FZ] The correct way to obtain the Holy Grail

[One must make a few sincere friends while living in the world. ]

When you were in school, it seemed that you often heard this kind of lectures about life. The lecturer spoke passionately on the stage in the auditorium, and you wrote your English homework in the audience. When I took a breath with my little face, I just heard this sentence.

Scratching my head and thinking about it, I think that the true friend in my heart should be, every day, after the evening self-study at [-] o'clock, I hang my shoulders on the main road home, singing from love business to Ye Taimei all the way home, beautiful The point is that she will be your bridesmaid on the wedding day, and then you throw out the bouquet with a smile, and she kicks away the ferocious look of others snatching it.

Then you smiled and lowered your head and continued to write your homework.

You have had friends like that.

[Yanfeng, the active member in the class, can also have a good chat with strangers, I feel that the interpersonal relationship should be good, I have a lot of friends, what activities are there in the class, I am very good at stirring up the atmosphere, I have a lot of fun ! 】

[Hey, we know each other very well, but shopping together on weekends, going out to watch movies, nothing at all... I haven't even exchanged mobile phone numbers, let alone visiting her house. 】

【So it’s probably not a friend relationship... It should be a few other people in the class... Orihara seems to often go home with her】

It seems that he always jumps into the crowd at random for a while, laughs and laughs, and is active in various activities, but when he really calms down.Quietly echoed in the ears.

I always hear "The clothes in that store last week are super good, let's go shopping together!"

"Hey, when I went to sing K yesterday, Yanfeng didn't go, I don't have her mobile number so I didn't call, don't you either?"

"I don't have any clothes to wear recently, Li Nai, let's change!"

"Can friends change clothes? Eh~ Don't Yanfeng think it's interesting for girls to change clothes? And it's super cheap!"

Such a conversation that cannot be cut in.

Ah, Yanfeng Yuejianxing has no friends.

Because I'm so scared...

Relive that feeling again.

But sometimes I feel very lonely.

"" ""

To be honest, you really hate crying.

Crying won't solve the problem.

You have to learn to be strong.

do not Cry.

But it was still uncontrollable, the bitter tears in the eyes slid down the cheeks, dragging out a wet trace, like a listless imprint left by a snail on a damp and cold rainy day.

Sobbing and chatting, can't stop.

Even you don't understand why you are crying, is it because of the fact that someone died in front of you, which makes you feel frightened, or is it because of the head of Mizuhara Xiangxing in your arms?

Obviously this person, this person is...

Even if I don't want to see her again, I think she is the most annoying and excessive, but I never hope that she will die.

You lost something very important, long gone and never to be found again.

"Oh, why are you crying?"

This is obviously not a moment where you can immerse yourself in your own world, as if the orange-haired youth never gave up the opportunity to stimulate you after admiring your various erratic behaviors with an enthusiastic expression.

"The entertainment show is over, don't hold on to the props, get up! I told you to come and see the devil, miss!"

He didn't take Mizuhara Xiangxing's death to heart at all.

Because of the interference of tears, all the scenes were blurred and unreal when they entered the eyes. When you raised your head again and followed the prestige in confusion, the Igawa Hiroto in your eyes only saw a hazy shadow...

Facing the approach of the young man calmly, you bent down and stretched out your clean and slender hands. You, who were kneeling on the ground because your legs had lost strength, just subconsciously hugged your head tightly in your arms.

That cowardly and vulnerable look perfectly entertained this man who was like a criminal.

"Well, I originally wanted to hold back and find someone to share my joy of seeing the devil..."

"Ah, but as expected, before that..." Like a wayward child who was dissatisfied because he couldn't get candy, the young man complained in a low voice.

Slowly bent his right knee, straightened his body, and knelt on one knee, facing you face to face, clinging to each other like a lover. His fingers gently caressed your face, and slowly wiped your face away. The tears in the corners of your eyes, except for that layer of water film, you can finally clearly see the handsome face of the young man who is too similar to Ryo Uchida.

Watching with peaceful eyes, with a shallow smile, and giving sweet words of love.

"I really like this expression."

"So I can't help it anymore, let's appreciate the art produced by my new inspiration first." The young man narrowed his eyes and smiled happily.

Accompanied by these is the sound of the dagger sinking into your chest, bit by bit softly.

"laugh"

With the gentle and slow stirring of the dagger in the young man's hand, the increasingly clear pain that seemed to tear the nerves was infinitely magnified, finally reawakening the consciousness of your body.

I only know that the viscous and warm blood surges from the body, overflows the mouth, and trickles down the corners of your mouth. The tremendous pressure squeezes your lungs, your chest rises and falls, and breathing is heavy and difficult. At this moment, you feel like Facing the pain of suffocation like a fish thrown ashore, it panted heavily.

Obviously you can't hold back your tears, but you suddenly have the urge to laugh.

me……

Desperately stretched out those hands, climbed onto the young man's neck, through the hazy tears, you stared at the face with a gentle smile in the depths of your vague memory for the last time, and squeezed your fingers together hard.

I have been very sad.

It’s obviously a threatening movement, but it’s just like a joke when you make it from a serious injury, so you lost your center of gravity because of your forward movement, and you were forced to fall back to the ground. The young man seemed to be watching a The expression is relaxed and calm like a spoiled child.

The blood and tears dripping down your cheeks wet his shirt bit by bit.

If only I hadn't met it before...

It would be nice if this person disappeared too.

As if appearing out of nowhere, Heroic Spirit grabbed your wrist to prevent you from making any further movements. He let out a helpless sigh and wrapped his arms around your waist.

【Stop making trouble, my silly boy】

【If you hurt your lungs, you can't strangle him to death~】

【And the punishment you received for your stupidity will almost end here】

Holding the dagger with half of the blade in your body, as he pulled out the blade bit by bit, the flames on the Bailan ring burst out instantly, and the yellow tongue of flame rushed into the hole in your chest as if consciously.

This eases your heavy breathing for a moment.

With tears in your eyes, you limp in Heroic Spirit's embrace, reluctantly opening your mouth to justify something, but the bad damage to your lungs made you cough violently as soon as you inhaled.

Must kill that man.

"Ah, it seems that a very special guest has come! Flames are coming out of the ring. Is this magic? Wow, Mr. Magician, you are so coo1!"

The astonishment caused by Bai Lan's sudden appearance was only temporary, and soon Igawa Hiroto clapped his hands, showing a smile that was extremely happy to see the appearance of the novelty.

I don't know if it's because you simply don't care about your own situation, it seems to make Mister Ying Ling amused, he casually supported your unstable body, Bai Lan raised his eyebrows, and let out a chuckle.

"How about playing a bigger trick?"

"Click" accompanied by the sound of snapping fingers is the sound of ferocious flames bursting out of thin air. As a heroic spirit like a legendary hero, according to common sense, his casual blow can kill Igawa Yuto.

But the fact is otherwise, when the smoke from the explosion dissipated.

The silver-haired young man slowly narrowed his violet eyes. He calmly stared at the wreckage that quickly burst out of the ground when he fired the flames, entangled in knots to block his own attack, and turned into a pile of stench-smelling tentacles. , feeling the nerve-wracking magical fluctuations in the air, showing a slightly playful expression.

I just casually dispose of the props that have lost their use after the performance, I didn't expect...

[It seems that it is not easy for you to kill that man. 】Seeing your astonished expression, Heroic Spirit replied in a frivolous and teasing way in the circuit.

"It's really unexpected. This year's casters are all summoned very early."

With a little emotion in his heart, the young man raised his hand to cover your eyes, and activated the usual space magic with a smile.

"But considering my poor master's injury, let me hastily end this unforgettable meeting~"

Because of Chubby's arrangements, this man who discovered the ancestral summoning book by chance, used the witch's blood to summon the real "demon" by accident.

The smile on Heroic Spirit's lips gradually widened.

This is really interesting isn't it.

But before that.

[Let's sleep first, my master] Heroic Spirit lowered his voice, and at the fingertips covering your eyes, tiny indigo-colored flames crawled up your cheeks like spirit snakes.

Because of your anti-magic physique, the Sunny Flame stored in the ring by Heroic Spirit can only help you to stop the bleeding. He has to take you back to see Qiubi or... your good brother as soon as possible.

"" ""

After the sudden visit of the white heroic spirit left, the heroic spirit who possessed the job of this jihad caster finally emerged from the darkness of the abandoned warehouse. The strange-looking male heroic spirit wearing a large cloak stared at those pair of eyes. Some terrifying protruding eyes looked at his master who had been sitting on the ground with a dazed expression since the pair of masters left.

"What's the matter Ryunosuke?" Heroic Spirit asked as he rested his withered fingers on the young man's shoulder reassuringly.

"Well, the new collection that was almost in my hands escaped like this. I always feel a little sad." The murderer whose real name was Usaki Ryunosuke touched his cheek in a bit of trouble.

I was crying just now, right?

Ahh, the back of my neck started to hurt badly again.

"Don't worry, Ryunosuke! We will see you again as contestants of the jihad! For our great art, and the next perfect success, don't be discouraged! As an artist, after failure, you must rekindle your passion and work harder Just do it!"

"Yes! Let's work harder from now on, Ryunosuke!"

Caster's passionate speech, which didn't match his strange appearance at all, instantly brought back the mood of his admirer, Ryunosuke.

Cheerfully saying "Okay Dana!", the murderer quickly forgot the doubts in his heart.