[FATE] I'm Ginger

...No, Gilgamesh, that's not what you should be thinking about right now! ! !

I banged myself on the head.

The thin quilt covered the spearman's smooth limbs, leaving only streamlines that draw people's imagination.I sat on the window sill, casually bent one leg, held my chin in a daze, quietly waiting for him to wake up.

He didn't keep me waiting long.

After supplementing the mana, the recovery power of the heroic spirit is really impressive.After only a few minutes, the gunman opened his eyes.

The golden pupils were still clouded with confusion at the beginning, but they soon regained their clarity, and even their sanity seemed to have recovered.When the focus of his eyes fell on me, his expression was obviously complicated.

In fact, it was also the first time I understood the importance of magic power to Heroic Spirits.Because Archer's ability to act alone is very high, and there is never a shortage of magic power furnaces with unlimited magic power in the treasure house, I have never been troubled by "lack of magic power", so I was really shocked last night.

Lancer was obviously unwilling at first, but when he was extremely lacking in magic power, he could not restrain himself from hugging him. The expression of shame and longing was really charming, and his reason was hanging by a thread, but he still tried his best to restrain his voice... so The delicious Lancer makes me want it again and again.

Now that his sanity has recovered, he has an expression of shame that makes him want to die...

"Still reminiscing?" I smiled maliciously, "Could it be that my king didn't feed you enough last night?"

"Archer!!!" The spearman blushed and called out.

"You have to change your address." I jumped off the windowsill and showed him a command spell on the back of my hand, "Understood, Lancer, who is your master now?"

The gunman was silent, his expression extremely complicated.

"Since we are both heroic spirits, there should be consensus on some things." I put down my hands and sat next to him, "First of all, you should know that there are thousands of years from the time we live in now—and we have long since died Now, it’s just an undead named ‘Servant’, controlled by others.”

The gunman looked at me very surprised, his face was obviously saying, "Fuck, this guy is so good, it's unscientific!!!", I couldn't help but twitched the corners of my mouth, "What kind of expression do you have! As a heroic spirit, this I still have this level of awareness!"

Diarmuid looked away.

"The times are different, and people's ideas are different." I said coldly, and fell back on the bed, "Understood, people nowadays don't understand chivalry, just like people today don't understand the pride of kings. "

The golden eyes sharpened.

"It is impossible to meet the standards of your master in this world—just like my country has disappeared into history, the current people are not my subjects."

"...I don't understand." Diarmuid couldn't help but said, "I really thank you for stopping my madness—but why do you always tell me these things? What do you want from me? "

...Uh, did I act a little too hot...I'm really sorry for the glamorous and noble image of the second-hand king...Ahaha, I always feel that Jin Shining's image has been almost destroyed by me...I'm really sorry, King Shining... …

"Everything in this world belongs to me." I replied, "Of course you belong to me too."

"..." Diarmuid looked at me with "this guy is sick" written in his eyes.

In order to maintain the golden image, I wanted to continue to be noble and glamorous, but within two seconds I couldn't hold back, "Don't feel good about yourself! Do you think you have something worthy of this king's concern!!" shouted out.

"You came out of the Holy Grail, but the price was forcibly deprived from this king!" I said full of resentment, "As the price, it is only natural for you to be enslaved by this king!!!"

The gunman choked for a moment, but then laughed softly.

"What are you laughing at?" I squinted at him.He smiled back at me, "Ah... sorry, I always feel that now... I understand you a little bit."

"Trying out what you want without authorization? This is not a good habit." I exerted my waist, jumped out of the bed, and went to open the door.

"In this world, there are only two 'dead people' who are still alive, and you are the only one I can use as a toy."

"Don't you think this is simply a 'miracle'?"

Green Chapter·Oath of Loyalty

The noon sun shines down, and in this winter day, it is so warm that it makes people drowsy.

The glass keeps the cold wind out, but opens the door to the sun.I flipped through the book in front of the French windows of the Tohsaka house.Showing how leisurely I am in front of the busy Tohsaka Tokiomi while laughing at him, watching him look silly like he doesn't know what expression to make couldn't be more interesting--that's what he is now interesting.

"Have you decided?" I asked, turning a page without looking up.

The green spearmen appear solid.

"Those words I said before... really don't look like you."

"What kind of person do you think this king is?" I closed the book, turned around and looked directly at the unparalleled handsome hero in front of me, "How much do you know about this king? On what basis did you come up with the idea of ​​'not like me'?" in conclusion?"

The Lancer frowned. "I thought... no, nothing. I just... I..."

"Diarmuid Odina." I called out the real name of the heroic spirit in front of me.

"You have fulfilled your loyalty—even if that person belittles you, even if no one recognizes it, this king will rule like this—in the name of the King of Vientiane."

"——!!!!" The gunman's eyes widened in surprise.

For a long time, what the gunmen have suffered is all negation, negation and negation.

The master looks down on him at all, and takes pleasure in insulting him; the master's fiancée obviously has the ability to resist the mole of charm, but deliberately falls in love and traps him in a situation of infidelity; Embarked on the old path of life, once again betrayed by the lord to death——

Loyalty is not understood, ideals are not recognized, wishes are trampled on, nobleness is discredited, everything in life is repeated again and again, and even a good fight is impossible——

In the end, it was the tyrant in front of him who agreed with him for the first time.

It turned out to be this one, a tyrant who relentlessly insulted the glory of other people's heroic spirits with one mouthful of "bastards"! !

But what use is he to him?After all, "...The Holy Grail War is over, Archer."

"Don't you know?" I laughed at him, "The only remaining heroic spirits are you and me, the other Servants are all dead, and you are the only one who can entertain me."

"...In other words, I'm just a toy to pass the time." The gunman smiled wryly, but he was quite resigned to his fate. "I already knew what the king in front of me is, so I'm not surprised at all." This kind of thing can be easily seen.

"Just know, bastard." I held my chin. "Well... Anyway, there are only two of us as Heroic Spirits, so if I want to play, I can only play with you, right?"

"...One more question." The spearman looked into my eyes and asked softly, "My lord...no, Master Kenneth...how is it?"

"Dead." I replied with a lack of interest, turned around and continued to flip through the book, "Together with his fiancée, he was shot into a hornet's nest... At the end, he begged the enemy to 'kill me quickly', it's just pathetic .Pikemen—is it ridiculous?"

"……Why……?"

Diarmuid touched the slightly upturned corner of his mouth, his golden pupils suddenly shrank, and a look of horror gradually appeared on his face.Sure enough, even such an upright heroic spirit can hardly resist the pollution of "the evil of this world". Even if it is forcibly corrected, it is still an unstable factor.

"The evil in this world—" my voice made the gunman raise his head suddenly, "that's the prototype of that black mud."

"...So, I'm polluted by...?" the spearman trembled, "by 'all the evil in this world'...? I...sooner or later...will...become like that...that evil spirit of……?"

I ignored him.

...Actually, I'm almost entangled to death.

With Diarmuid, I have absolutely no idea what to do with him.

My liking for him is far from the level of "wanting to use him as a collectible", but after paying such a high price, I am not reconciled if I don't play enough.It's just that my heart has always been in a state of alarm bells, and my intuition tells me that if I keep him by my side like this, sooner or later there will be problems...

...I'm so entangled that I'm dying, what should I do QAQ!

Hmm, but now there is something else to pay attention to.

"Don't let me think about it." I pinched the gunman's chin in displeasure.

What if I go crazy again?What if you kill people casually?What if you make another big mistake—what—? !

The green Heroic Spirit was obviously flustered, and what was going on in his mind could be clearly seen from his face.I pulled his face a little closer, "Listen, Diarmuid—you're mine now."

My gaze froze, the golden eyes and the red eyes faced each other, and the red pupils reflected Jin Tong, I said word by word,

"This king will explain what is unclear, and make up for what is lacking. If you are uneasy, this king will comfort you, if you are confused, this king will guide you, and if you are guilty, this king will bear it on your shoulders—this is the awakening of a king."

"I am the only one who is qualified to control you, control you, and ravage|ravage you. Now, I swear, spearman."

I can understand him.He can be taught a lesson.can guide him.Let him fight without any worries.

It can be harsh and arrogant, but at least rewards and punishments are clear.Can be headstrong, but at least willing to communicate.It may not be noble, but at least it is not mean.You can be suspicious, but at least you know how to trust.

——Isn’t this the kind of lord he has been looking forward to all this time?

The golden eyes became more gentle, and Diarmuid even smiled, "So, I have no choice?"

"You didn't have a choice." I snorted and let go.

The spearman with black hair and golden eyes bent his left knee, knelt down, and took my left hand.

"—Here is my sword, and I swear it. Upholding the code of chivalry of humility, mercy, justice, honor, sacrifice, valor, spirituality, and honesty, I will serve the person in front of me, and I will never hide, and I will never be cowardly, Never betray, until the sword breaks my body and dies, or time takes me away from this world."

"—I allow you, Diarmuid Audina, the Heroic Spirit of the Spear." I slightly closed my blood-colored animal pupils, "I will give you the necessary freedom—just please me. To what extent it will be broken, this king is looking forward to it."

"When your body collapses, this is when your body collapses, my lord." The spearman smiled provocatively at me.

...until I die? "That's a lot of guts, bastard."

But forget it, that's what's interesting.

The Purple Chapter: Hell of the Sea of ​​Insects

"...What are you saying again?"

"Tokiomi-sensei is going to visit Matou's house, and take a look at Sakura on the way."

When I expressed doubts about my own hearing, Kotomine Kirei actually repeated it verbatim to me, looking at my messy expression in the wind, he showed an extremely pleasant smile.

"...Did Tohsaka Tokiomi lose his mind..." I understood Kirei's intentions in telling me this, and the corners of my mouth twitched for half a second, "How dare you come to use me as a bodyguard at this time ...Where does he have the confidence to think that I will definitely follow? Hasn't that guy suffered enough yet?!"

"This should be in consideration of the life of my seven-year-old little daughter." The priest's kind and happy smile made me wonder if I had accidentally released something terrible, "After all, according to Kariya-kun That said, the child's situation is worrisome."

I threw the cushion angrily, "No! Who gave him the guts to instruct me?!"

"It's all your own fault." Kotomine Kirei happily turned his gaze to the side.

I followed his gaze, and the corners of my mouth twitched again.

The green spearman, Diarmuid Odina, was looking at me very seriously with his golden eyes open, "It is the duty of a knight to help a girl."

... Obligate your size! ! !

"This king is not a knight!" I rolled over on the sofa, "I don't care about him!!!"

"Well, I've realized this a long time ago." Diarmuid nodded solemnly, then turned around and said to the priest, "Please let me go with you."

"..." I turned over and stared at him unhappily, "Are you my thing?"

"Yeah?" He looked at me with very innocent golden eyes, and said, "This level of freedom... I remember that you really gave me..."

"#@￥%&*@%#￥&..." I put the curse words in my mouth, jumped up and put on the golden armor, "Okay, I know now! Let's go, let's go!!!"

Kotomine Kirei!No need to turn your head. It's useless to turn your head!I know you're snickering!Sooner or later, this king will get back to this place! ! ! ! !

Tohsaka Tokiomi's rigid and serious attitude has not improved until now.As for the specific performance, you can refer to the present——

"It's such a formal way to send a greeting card..." I don't know what kind of expression to put on, "You idiot, don't you know that there is a word called 'face project'?!"

Kotomine Kirei glanced at me with an indescribable gaze, and his expression clearly said, "It's only been a few days since I even knew about this kind of thing", but he still gave an explanation.

"For a magician... especially a magician of Tokiomi's level, it is very simple to detect some bad magic traces..."

I rolled my eyes and interrupted him, "But his opponent is a magician who is better and stronger than him, and has lived for countless years, right?" Can he fight that old thing? !

"Well..." Kotomine Kirei showed an inexplicable smile.

Diarmuid looked at me, then at Kotomine Kirei, who didn't know the cause and effect, and showed a bewildered expression.

I stroked his black hair, "Don't think about those messes, it's enough for you to just follow orders."

What should I say about this situation... As the head of the Tosaka family, Tosaka Tokiomi still has his own means.Although a little old-fashioned, it does not lack the necessary strategy.

According to Tohsaka Tokiomi's plan, he will delay the time with Matou Zouken in front, and let me confirm Sakura's situation with the advantage of my spiritual body.

To be honest, as far as this task is concerned, it is not impossible for Diarmuid to do it, at least he is happy to do it, and Red Rose is also suitable for this situation.It's just that Diarmuid, as a typical warrior, has almost no magical literacy, so it's somewhat inappropriate to judge Sakura's situation.

So I have to let me, who has many treasures, do it, which is also impossible.

In fact, just looking at Kirei's expression, it's obvious that he has the virtue of "found fun".But after thinking about Tohsaka Sakura's experience at Matou's house, I decided to stop him.

Not because of pity and love.

The fertility of ancient people was actually very low, especially the era of Gilgamesh, which is 5000 years ago.At that time, when a woman gave birth to an heir, she had to have the awareness that her life was in danger.Even if the gods still existed in the world at that time, even if women were not ashamed of promiscuity, the chances of conception were extremely high.

Therefore, every child is a hope of the empire.There is absolutely no falsehood in this statement, even the children of slaves have their existence value.

Torturing a child who is less than ten years old is absolutely unforgivable, as long as he is not a ruler of Jie and Zhou, even if he is a faint ruler.

"Diarmuid." I ordered softly, "It doesn't matter if you can directly destroy it."

At the end of the Fourth Holy Grail War, Matou Zouken obtained the fragments of the Holy Grail and transformed Matou Sakura into the Black Holy Grail.This process should not have been long since it started, but now... it should be saved.

The dark and lightless warehouse, the overwhelming sea of ​​insects, the filthy and disgusting dirty magic.

Wriggling, flying, crawling, roaring, biting, mucus limbs, blades, wings and sharp teeth.It was the countless bugs that were completely agitated and rushed towards the huge magic block.

"...It's disgusting." I murmured, and opened the treasure house of another world.

Crimson flames swept across the sky.In the depths of the warehouse, a naked child with blank eyes appeared.

main hall.

Matou Zouken's eyes moved, he put down his teacup and sneered, "It seems that an unpleasant little mouse has broken in, Tohsaka is in charge."

Tosaka Tokiomi smiled gracefully, "Oh, this is really serious. The 'little mouse' broke into the magic studio of the Matou family, right? It was so easy to be invaded... I have to think about it too. Is Sakura's request correct?"

——No flaws.But the timing is so coincidental, and it is said that it has nothing to do with Tohsaka Tokiomi, even a fool would not believe it, let alone the old monster Matou Zouken.He sneered and was about to speak.

"Let me go to such a filthy place, Tosaka Tokiomi, I will never forgive you next time." The gorgeous and arrogant voice sounded out of thin air, but it lost its usual cruelty.

The golden rays of light condensed into shape, and what appeared in the hall was the King of Gold holding a girl with empty eyes who was only wearing a coat that clearly belonged to an adult man.

"...Sakura?" Tokiomi Tohsaka was stunned.

Considering that the target is a child who is underage and has experienced a major change in life, not only do I not have armed armor, but I even choose a more casual style that will not give people pressure.However, the moment I saw that child, I knew it was useless to do so much.

Let the bugs wreak havoc on his body, without saying a word or showing any expression.

The child's "heart" has died.

"How could it be...!!" Dilumu's hands trembled in anger, his golden eyes were covered with red blood, and he seemed almost out of control.I patted the back of his hand, took off my coat, wrapped the girl up and hugged her.

It's not that I did it myself out of kindness, it's just that Heroic Spirits are highly poisonous to the engraved insects, and the nature of insects to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages will cause them to cause disturbances. This kind of thing is too much burden for girls.

"Go to Tokiomi first."

The worms wrapped around the young girl fled in a panic. Of course, the worms that were already inside the body were burrowing into the body in a panic.I frown.

Doing this is the limit, so let's leave it to Tokiomi.

The girl in Tohsaka Tokiomi's arms raised her head and looked at him blankly.

"Tohsaka...Uncle...?"

The color of hair and pupils has changed, and there is nothing in the eyes; inside the naked body, the lower body is constantly wriggling; even the talent of "shadow", which is rare in ten thousand years, has been transformed into " water".

Everything else can be tolerated, such things as ruining the magician's talent... However, if he can really inherit the magic way of the Matou family, even if he pays such a high price, it is not unbearable.As long as Sakura's inheritance rights are guaranteed...

"Matou Ong, this is different from what was agreed upon." Tokiomi Tohsaka barely suppressed the anger in his heart, and turned around and said.Matou Zouken just smiled contemptuously at this, "There is always a price to be paid for the pursuit of magic..."

The sound of chains dragging.

Using the sky lock and enchantment treasure, I locked him firmly, "Shut up."

"Get out of the way." I pulled Tohsaka Tokiomi aside and put on my gloves.The palm easily reached into the young girl's body.The body pain didn't make the girl respond, and her expression didn't change at all until I took out a fat worm from my body.

"This is...?" "The original body of that old thing over there." I replied lightly.

"—?!"

What does this mean?Tohsaka Tokiomi couldn't be more clear.Putting the "main body" in the heart of others, for the longevity species, there is only one purpose——

I crushed the worm, then threw the slimy glove away in disgust.

"Tokiomi, burn this place clean. This king doesn't want to stay here for a moment."

Gold Chapter·Red Dreamland

When Diarmuid opened his eyes, he realized that this was a dream.

The feeling of the dream couldn't be clearer.This is a scene I have never seen before, and the antique buildings and decorations obviously cannot be the memories of the modern Master.Then there is only one candidate left——

This is the dream of the hero king Gilgamesh.

Sunset dusk.

The sunlight that shone into the room was an extremely ominous color of blood.The decoration in the house is very luxurious, but if you look carefully, you can't see what's there.Diarmuid knew that this was because the owner of the dream had no memory of it, only a general impression.

Cries echoed through the house.Suppressed in the throat, unwilling to show it, but because of this, it seems more painful and depressed.

That was... the voice of Gilgamesh.

Diarmuid had never seen such a miserable appearance of the King of Gold.

He hugged the corpse and swallowed sobs, his blond hair covered his eyes, and he could only see pearly tears falling on the corpse he was holding.

The corpse had already rotted, and green long hair spread out like weeds. The coagulated blood clots and minced meat made it almost impossible to show the original grass green, and maggots had already entered and exited the corpse.Although there is no smell in the dream, the air should be filled with the disgusting stench of corpses——

But the King of Gold didn't show any distaste, he still held onto it and refused to let go, not caring that his clothes and body were stained with blood and dirt.

Diarmuid understood immediately.

Beside that king, he is the only one who has this kind of treatment.

Man made by God, Enkidu.

They are so close, losing him, the King of Heroes grieves as if he has lost half of himself, shows his fragility unscrupulously, and begs with tears streaming down his face, just to bring his best friend back to life.

What a grief that must be.How could someone so confident and conceited show his true self so frankly.

——If we get along in different places and the person who died is himself, will he be treated like this?

--how can that be possible.

Diarmuid has never been so convinced as he is now. Compared with Enkidu, who was recognized as a close friend by the king and shared the throne with him, he is a plaything.

He silently watched the sadness of the King of Heroes.The King of Heroes who does not drink or eat, does not listen to advice, and is immersed in his own sorrow - is extremely fragile.

In order to revive the king, someone finally told him a message.

There was a change in the dream - it was Wang's experience of looking for the undead herb.

The whole story is like a fast-forwarded disc, and he can only roughly recognize some iconic events from certain specific scenes and scenes.All the difficulties in finding the undead spirit grass were all simplified into silhouettes by the owner of the dream.

Because those things are completely ignored by the King of Heroes.

There is no difficulty that can stump Gilgamesh, who was born a king, not to mention that for this "immortal" spiritual herb, the King of Heroes is rarely seen doing his best.

——Since it is a spiritual herb that refuses death, it can also revive the dead, right?

With little hope, the King of Heroes embarks on a journey that is not blessed by the gods.None of the gods thought he would succeed, and even the mother goddess Ningsun refused to grant her blessing.

Even so, the King of Heroes is on his way.

Across the sea, across the desert, through the jungle.Wrestle with wind and waves, wrestle with thirst, wrestle with poisonous insects and beasts.

Wang, who is well-clothed and well-fed, learned to steer a boat, learn to use the starry sky to identify directions, learn to survive in a desperate situation, learn to find water sources, learn to make delicious food from local materials...and learn to fight alone.

When he reached his destination, the gods were shocked.A demigod with 1/3 of human blood has done things that even the gods could not do.

——That kind of tenacity, tenacity and wisdom are worthy of the title of "King of Heroes".

——That was Diarmuid, the Gilgamesh I had never seen before.

The rough linen clothes were torn in many places, barely hanging on.Some wounds were still oozing with blood, and the small wounds were left exposed to the air without even treatment, showing slight signs of decay.His body was dirty and dusty, and even his blond hair didn't shine as usual.

But when he stood in front of the undead grass, his eyes were persistent, firm, and even calm—no ecstasy.

Diarmuid has seen all kinds of Gilgamesh—proud, arrogant, seductive, evil, quiet, focused, furious, disdainful, and even gentle.

But he had never seen Gilgamesh like this.

Tough, even unrepentant.

The down-and-out image that could be described as tragic made the spearman's heart skip a beat.

Oh no.

Oops oops oops oops oops oops.

Really, it couldn't be worse.

The squire of the spear held down his throbbing heart.The heroic spirit doesn't have a heartbeat, let alone in a dream.But he felt in a trance that his heart was beating so violently that it was about to pop out of his chest.

To be moved by such a hero King Gilgamesh... Diarmuid, you are finished.

The gunman opened his eyes, and in front of his eyes were hair like golden threads under the moonlight.

Because of the height difference, the golden head was buried on his chest, and his peaceful sleeping face was as lovely as an angel.Who would have imagined how domineering or even tyrannical this person was when he was sober?

"... Jill?"

He called his name softly.The blond tyrant muttered inaudible words, shrank into the spearman's arms, and then remained still.

——Just like a cat!The gunman laughed, and hugged the golden head in his arms again.The king of heroes can almost be said to have a very cute sleeping appearance, which is completely different from the hideous expression on his face when he saw "her" descending in his dream.

Among the scattered light spots that appeared in mid-air, the black-haired goddess showed her figure, looking at the King of Heroes with a touch of melancholy and contradictory pride in her eyes.

Seeing the appearance of the goddess, Gilgamesh's expression was calm—but Diarmuid, who had lived with him for a while, knew that he was now full of anger.

"My son, my proud and worried child, my Gilgamesh."

The goddess's brows were full of sorrow, her eyes filled with resentment, "—"

"——!!" Gilgamesh became furious, "—————!!"

"——" the goddess still said calmly, the words were soft and slow, every word was heartbreaking, and her expression was almost pitiful, "——"

Following the goddess' words, the King of Heroes gradually became desperate.In the end, he threw aside the undead spirit grass that he had obtained through untold hardships without regret, squatted down, and cried bitterly.

Diarmuid didn't hear a word of the conversation between the King of Heroes and Goddess Ningsun.It stands to reason that this should be a relationship that the dream owner does not want to recall anyway.It's just that the target is changed to the King of Heroes...

Does he also have memories that he doesn't want to recall anyway?It's doubtful...

But after reading it, Diarmuid immediately had no doubts—it should indeed be something the King of Heroes absolutely doesn't want to remember.

"Mother God, Mother God!" he called, tears streaming down his face.

"My cruel mother god, my ruthless mother god, tell me, what should I do to see my important side?"

"My child," the goddess whispered, stroking her dusty blond hair.

"You know."

Ah, yes, I know, of course I know—

Pride, regret and despair rolled in the red eyes, and finally turned into a dead silence.

That gesture penetrated deeply into the spearman's heart.

I never dared to imagine that the King of Heroes actually looked like this.

Desperate to the point of losing hope, on the way back to Uruk, Gilgamesh bowed down to the gods, begged hard, and gave up everything to see Enkidu again.

Whether it's pride or self-esteem, those things that he valued so much and regarded as his life were all thrown to the ground by Gilgamesh himself and trampled on.He promised himself that he was willing to become the plaything of the gods, as long as he promised to let him see Enkidu again.

——Just to see Enkidu again.

"En" means "King".

"Qidu" means "half body".

This is the bond between them that will never be broken.

He discarded the spiritual herb that he had acquired through untold hardships on the ground without any regrets, and watched it being devoured by the snake with cold eyes.Herbs that don't help him mean nothing to him—no matter how much he's paid for it.

Gilgamesh can share the throne with Enkidu, can give everything for Enkidu, and is even willing to throw his dignity and pride into the dust and trample on it.Just like Enkidu thought of Gilgamesh wholeheartedly, and did not hesitate to bear the divine punishment of two people for Gilgamesh, and he also paid with his life, and his soul was played by the gods|.

Diarmuid felt that there was something struggling and screaming in the cage called "sense", trying to break out of the cage.

That is, the ugly beast named "Envy".

Chapter of Green·The Medicine for Rejuvenation

heat.

sad.pain.despair.

Unbearable darkness.Undeniably ugly.inescapable sin.

It gathers all the things called "wrong" in this world.Gather all the things called "sins" in this world.It gathers all the things called "hate" in this world.

The black mud that stirs up sin rolls up a vortex—but anyone caught by this vortex will be swallowed by their own darkness because they cannot bear the spiritual pollution.

The lump of flesh was writhing, dripping black blood while writhing at the same time.

Dirty, dirty, violence, civil strife, persuasion, fraud, theft, robber, abduction, self-harm, arson, destruction, infringement, theft, fraud, concealment, homicide, treason, property The ugly heart is mocking the world.

fire.poison.dagger.bullet.Kill one, kill ten, kill a hundred, kill a thousand, kill ten thousand.Disease kills accident kills assassination kills murder kills kills revenge kills.Some are wronged and humiliated, some are hard to tell, some are maliciously framed, and some are murderous.

Because there is crime, there is violence.Because there is crime, there is power.Because there is sin, there are rules.Laws exist to destroy.Power exists to cover.Never understand, never allow, never forgive——

"—It's so noisy."

I murmured, waking up from the nightmare.

The wallpaper is not so dazzling creamy yellow, decorated with a few golden patterns.The sofa is dark red, the European design is ancient and elegant, and the style is extremely luxurious.

The leftover red wine was still on the coffee table, not to mention that it hadn't been cleared away, and even the ice cubes hadn't melted.Which means, I don't actually get much sleep at all.

"...What a disappointment." I blocked my eyes and cursed in a low voice.

The one just now was undoubtedly the influence of "the evil of this world".The body made of black mud is harassed by that thing all the time, making it difficult for people to sleep well.What's more, I bear the curse of myself and Diarmuid, and the quarrels give me a headache every day.

It's something that can easily break others down, but I'm not a human but a Heroic Spirit, or Gilgamesh.

Even if I bear Diarmuid's share together, and "kill, kill, kill, die" in my head every day, it won't be so bad that I can't even hold on to a little mental pollution.

——Sure enough, it must be because of the "restraining power".

Heroic spirits, if you insist, should belong to "the standing arms of the world", and the condition for the arrival of heroic spirits on Gaia's side should be "encountering a crisis from the outside that is enough to destroy the world".

In a more popular way, it means that if aliens come to destroy the world and the like, the "world" will send heroic spirits to solve the trouble.

A real heroic spirit is a completely different concept than this fake.The real "Heroic Spirit"