The whole world is afraid of me erasing the spiritual base

Solomon opened his eyes, and outside the window, the morning light was faint.

He had a dream, a dream about Maris Billy.From the childhood of babbling, to the high-spirited and ups and downs of youth, it lasted until the moment before the servant summoning.

From the curiosity of not knowing anything when I was young, to the pride of being called a genius when I was young, and the ambition that swelled with it, to the coldness of my heart when I personally determined that Olga Marie lacked talent, it originated from Marisby Wave after wave of complex emotions of this man hit his mind.

He turned his face sideways, and in the gap of the gauze curtains, a faint ray of light fell down, forming a strip of light on the ground.

It's just that at the end of the dream, from the illusory shadow, the figures of the 72 pillar demon gods reappeared.Just like in the decades of living, he rose from the shadows and then merged into the body, questioning the great, wise, and always correct King Solomon fiercely like the voice of his heart.

The magic power of the master and the servant is interlinked, so it is not surprising that they will dream of each other. When dreaming of Gaetia, do you think about it every day and dream at night?

Wang, who has always been quiet, inadvertently thought of the black cat that was full of mysteries since he met him. In the future shown by clairvoyance, that black cat is Gaetia, the biggest goal of his trip.It has degenerated from humanism revision to beast, and should have fought him with long horns and distorted ideas, but the "little black" I met now, compared to it 3000 years ago, is even worse. Be more well-behaved.

Now that you have become an enemy, you must fight to the death.

He has always been very indifferent to personal life and death, so whether it is killing Gaetia made by himself, or his own unfortunate fall, he can accept it peacefully.However, his magic formula not only did not start the battle, but turned into a kitten and approached him like a cat avoiding the battle. He couldn't figure out the logic behind it anyway.

"Lord, is this also your will?"

The white-haired Wang sighed, turned into a real entity and opened the door.

In the living room full of birdsong and breeze, several energetic young people are putting freshly baked cakes on the table.

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"Good morning, Solomon, good morning, Kirsh." Maris Billy walked through the living room with a small cake that Kirsh Talia had just taken out of the oven, and looked at the teenager who was constantly fiddling with his watch, " Lixiang-jun, what's the matter, haven't your communication equipment been repaired?"

Fujimaru Tateka clapped his wrists a few more times in dejection, and the coffee table was full of repair tools.

"Oh, it hasn't been repaired yet. It used to be fine, but when I came here, there was no signal. I don't specialize in repairing. I can't handle such delicate things at all!"

"I'm not very good at electronic technology, anyway, go ahead." The white-haired man shook his head helplessly, and looked at Solomon, "I have something I want to talk to you alone, can I come to the balcony? "

The black cat, which was squatting in front of the cat food bowl and licking milk, suddenly pricked up its ears, turned into a lightning-fast black shadow and squeezed in before the glass door was completely closed.

The two sat down on the terrace on the balcony, and Maris Billy cut a piece of strawberry cake for Solomon first.

"It's like this. I had a dream last night, and that dream was about you."

slap-

The black cat, which was scurrying around in the flower pot looking for a hiding place, simply missed and pushed it into the flower pot.

……

The wind in the morning always brings cool and moist water vapor, and the flowers planted on the balcony add a lingering sweetness to it.

"In that dream," the astrophysical monarch continued the unfinished topic, "I dreamed about the event that most embodies your wisdom in your life. It's a pity that I only saw the first half, so I had to withdraw from the dream .”

Before the words were finished, the two of them glanced at the black cat that was still rolling in the soil of the flower pot.Maris Billy frowned slightly, and with a slight wave of his hand, the whirlwind generated out of thin air rolled up the garbage and threw it out. By the way, like a grate, he shaved the black cat's fur several times with great force.

The shaved cat hair swirled alone in the wind.

"Are you offended by this?"

"I know what you want to say. Strictly speaking, no matter what the emotion is, it doesn't matter to me."

The king of Israel stirred the milk tea lightly with a calm expression.

"I have never had human emotion, nor the freedom to express it."

Maris Billy's heart was shocked, and then he looked at him carefully as if he had summoned the King of Magic for the first time.Even if you have a guess in your heart, guessing is completely different from hearing it with your own ears.

How inconceivable, how inconceivable, that the Holy Church Church and the Magic Association, which are hostile to each other, would respect the same existence, and the recognized holy king was actually an extremely cold-blooded person in his bones.No, maybe it was just the one who was seated in the sky, ruling mankind through the hand of King Solomon.

Even if the status is lofty, even if you sit in a country, you are always a puppet of the gods, and you have never had a moment of freedom. This kind of life is too miserable.

After realizing this, the man who was just an ordinary man couldn't help but sympathize with the sage as a mortal.

"Is that why you observe human beings from all angles during the Holy Grail War?" Maris Billy sighed, "It's not necessary at all, human beings are not born perfect, and they will also suffer from arrogance, jealousy, greed and other flaws. Incurring self-destruction, you who are already close to God, there is no need to come into contact with the filthy world."

"Besides, the human nature of ancient and modern China and foreign countries is very similar. To you, humans in Fuyuki are not much different from Israel in the past. Or is there any difference between you now and you in the past?"

The images of heroes circulated in stories are often very different from the real heroes, and the body on the Throne of Heroes is often affected by this. Then, will King Solomon be like this?With a glimmer of hope, the white-haired monarch secretly waited, and then, he waited until the other party gave a satisfactory answer.

"Yes, and no. After being promoted to the Throne of Heroic Spirits, Heroic Spirits can freely choose the form they want to appear most. Now I am the me who has gone through decades of life and is about to die."

Getia, who was lying on the floor and looking at Solomon, was completely stunned.

At that time, he was only focused on refuting Solomon, hating Solomon, and ridiculing all his efforts during his lifetime, but he never put himself in the situation and thought that the king who created him was actually not qualified to have feelings.

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"Because the ontology believes that the me at that time is the most real me."

God is fair, since he has taken wisdom from him, he will also take something equivalent, and the price is that he has lost a whole decade of affection.And after he returned the ring on his deathbed, the lost things quietly returned to his body.

At that moment, he heard the singing of birds, the sound of clear springs, and saw the dazzling five colors and exquisite patterns, even the tears that the subjects shed for him were so crystal clear.

It was at this dying moment that the man named Solomon truly realized the beauty of the world and had countless possibilities.

It's a pity that the time is too short. The sprouts that started to germinate were snuffed out by the sudden death before they came out of the soil, and there was no possibility of growing into a towering tree.

But this does not prevent Heroic Seat from thinking that this is the moment when "Solomon" is truly at its peak.The "King of Israel" who enjoys God's gift is a "God" who will eventually decay, and "Solomon" who has nothing is the "man" who can truly create countless surprises.

Thinking of this, ripples finally appeared in the heart of the ancient well, and Solomon faintly realized what the true desire that had been driving him to respond to the Holy Grail's expectation was.Just as the Magic King showed his enlightened expression, a soldier-like familiar touched the barrier, and then came to the two of them.

"King Solomon, and the master of King Solomon, I am Miserenes under King Iskandar, and I am here to convey the king's invitation. He will hold a banquet in the castle deep in the forest tonight. Please come and join us on time."

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Fuyuki, the Kotomine Church that judged the final outcome of the Holy Grail War.

"Kirei, are you sure?" Kotomine Ri was looking at Laozi full of disapproval, "We have already reached an alliance with the Tohsaka family, if you do this, it is tantamount to betraying the alliance with Tokiomi."

The stone-like face of Kotomine Kirei, who was criticized by name, did not change, but looked at the Virgin who was holding the baby.A small window was opened in the dome of the church, and the sunlight fell on the statue, illuminating the face of the Virgin.

"Yes, Father. Do you remember the real reason why you agreed to cooperate with the teacher?"

"Of course it's for the Holy Grail! Uh... no..."

Yan Fengli was suddenly stuck. He suddenly remembered that as a dying old man, he had experienced everything he should have experienced and enjoyed what he should have enjoyed. Apart from prolonging his life, he had no use for the Holy Grail at all.And he has no plans to prolong his life, the only thing he can't rest assured about is...

"I see, Kirei," the old priest smiled gratifiedly, "Have you recovered? Since Claudia Ordesia passed away, you have been quite depressed, and I am worried that you will always If you continue to give up on yourself like this...have you found your direction now?"

The priest with several suitcases beside him looked at his father silently, and finally concealed his contact with King Solomon.

"Well, I plan to accept the dispatch of the Church of the Holy Church to serve as the bishop in South America and bring purification and salvation there."

Yan Fengli was looking at his son with extreme reluctance. After a long silence, the old priest finally turned around and walked into the inner room without saying a word.

But there was not a single word of blame or hindrance.

He agreed.

Kotomine Kirei finally bent over to his father, picked up the suitcase, and walked out of the church gate without looking back.

Outside the door, it was a brilliant sunny day.

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One update~ I hope the little angels will discuss more about the plot~