[Comprehensive Quick Pass] Reverse the ending

I understand why I, who was sucked into the black mud, can stand here again, with my feet on the ground.The ones who were summoned this time were indeed the heroic spirits who died in the Fourth Holy Grail War, not the ones who had no memory on the Throne of Heroic Spirits.

Seeing the stunned expression on the man's face, what else did Wei Bo not understand?The bitterness in his heart was completely torn apart by ecstasy.It was great to see his king again.

The thin young man rushed forward in three steps at a time, hugged Rider, his voice was usually well concealed fragility and worry: "Now Weber Velvet is worthy of your Master , Rider."

Name Taboo and Loyalty

The bright light passed through the curtains, and just happened to shine on the eyes of the boy on the bed, and the spots of light flickered.The golden hair is scattered in the sun, looking radiant, and the fair skin against it looks more like belonging to an angel.

However, this is obviously just a demon.

Diarmuid stood by the bed, bowed his head, his dark eyes swept across the boy's neck.It looks slender and fragile, and can be easily twisted off.Archer, who indirectly caused his own death, fell into a sleep defenseless in front of him.

He felt that the darkness in his heart was about to burst the embankment, and the eight virtues of chivalry were like a joke now.I just want to abide by morality and be loyal to my lord, why do I encounter such bad luck continuously?

Archer probably didn't know what was going on in his mind, he just thought it was a new projection with his memory erased?A strange smile crawled on the corner of the knight's mouth, so some things will be much easier.

I would rather betray first, and I don't want to taste the taste of being betrayed again.Immersed in the world of hatred, he didn't see the slight trembling of the eyelashes of the person on the bed.

"Lancer?" There was a call from outside the door, and the moment the door was pushed open, Diarmuid had already calmed down his emotions, his golden eyes were clear and dust-free, and the ruthlessness just now seemed to be an illusion.It was the weak "Archer".

"Ar...Archer." Diarmuid called out the title a little awkwardly, but his eyes were more on the boy on the bed. After all, when the contract was signed, the boy only said, "This king is the Archer left over from the last war." , and fell asleep in a daze.

When it was the man's turn to introduce himself, he only said that he was the Archer of the Fifth Holy Grail War.So this is a sympathy between Archer's job agencies?But looking at the gentle look of the man when he picked up the boy and sent him back to the room, Diarmuid instinctively felt that something was wrong.

Mo Lan looked deeply into those golden eyes and remained silent for a long time.

When Diarmuid had nothing to hide in front of these eyes for so long and thought he had been exposed, Mo Lan said, "I am a heroic spirit from the future, so just call me Emiya." Mu Duo went straight to the bed.

"Time to wake up."

It wasn't early, and it was indeed the time to get up, but Diarmuid really sweated for this brave spirit who dared to disturb Archer's sleep.Although I can't see his stats, but as a Heroic Spirit, he will naturally have a little sense, this person is really not strong.

"Miscellaneous..." To Diarmuid's surprise, although Archer muttered insulting words impatiently, Archer didn't respond with any resistance, and let Emiya pull him up and put on his coat with sleepy eyes.

Wait - what's that?Diarmuid didn't miss a little movement over there, so when he caught a glimpse of the bright red mark on Archer's collarbone, his brain froze.Could it be that Archer is not angry because Emiya has such a relationship with him?

It's not that he has never heard of love affairs between men, and with Archer's tyrannical and unscrupulous temperament, he can do anything. Diarmuid's cheeks were slightly flushed, and his eyes wandered.Planning to abandon chivalry does not change the fact that he is still a pure boy at heart.

Mo Lan felt the staring gaze from behind, why is this Lancer so annoying?With a gloomy face, he sped up his movements and helped repair the buttons, all the way to the top button, and did not stop until there was no skin exposed.

"That?" Diarmuid said in a trance, wanting to ask clearly, but really didn't know how to say it.

The conversation was cut off, and a gentle voice sounded, asking only Xiuyi's opinion: "I have prepared morning tea, is the king going downstairs to eat?" Mo Lan did not give up the honorific title in the previous world, and Mo Lan who bowed slightly looked like He was the most qualified deacon, but Diarmuid was left alone with embarrassment on his face.

Before he was fully awake, Xiu Yi let Mo Lan help him put on his slippers, and then walked out the door. Dilumu thought for a while, and decided to transform into a spirit body, not to disturb them, and he was at ease.

Feeling as if someone else should be here, but Shuichi, who still couldn't think accurately, could only shake his head, and put poor Lancer aside without thinking about it.

It wasn't until he took a sip of the steaming black tea, narrowed his eyes comfortably, and was steamed by the steam for a while, that he gradually woke up.The bright red eyes were stained with coldness and arrogance, and he looked precisely at the corner of the restaurant, which was the place where Diarmuid had transformed into a spirit.

"Miscellaneous cultivator, come out to this king!" As he said, he couldn't bear the tight collar of his coat, put down his cup, and undid the first button of the collar, but his face immediately became gloomy, and he didn't even care about the person who showed up as he said. Diarmuid.

Covering up the ambiguous marks on his neck, Xiu Yi gave Mo Lan a hard look, only to get a serious and helpless expression in response.

The evil spirit in the eyes of the half-kneeling knight was almost overflowing. How can such a king who lives absurdly, with bad habits and tramples on the knight's self-esteem, be his own lord?

Just as she was thinking about it, she didn't check for a while, her chin was gently lifted by white and slender fingers, and the golden eyes of hatred met the frivolous and playful red eyes.Diarmuid wanted to restrain his emotions, but it was too late, and his rebellious attitude was fully seen.

Cold sweat ran down his forehead as the king's pressure became stronger and stronger, and Diarmuid bit his lip unwillingly. Could it be that he was going to die here again?It's such a failure that you haven't realized any ambitions, and you haven't even found a lord worthy of your allegiance.

Unexpectedly, Archer let go of his fingers directly, withdrew all the coercion, and casually ordered: "Servant, then you are qualified to have dinner at the same table as this king." His fingers lightly tapped on the log table, his bright red eyes deep unpredictable.

Diarmuid was stunned, he didn't expect Archer to let him go, didn't he notice?He forgot to react for a moment, and didn't even understand what Archer was saying.

"Miscellaneous cultivator! This king wants you to dine at the same table, you don't want to?" His brows were stained with anger, Xiu Yi asked sharply, what's the use of such stupid people who don't want to accept the king's gift?

Diarmuid felt dazed until he sat down on Archer's left. Archer used his left hand to wield chopsticks, and it was not obvious that he was unskilled. The bright red back of his hand with the command spell was dangling in front of Diarmuid, almost like a mockery, and his mood became bad again.

Now it's because of Archer's wicked taste of watching other people's ugliness, right?The more he thought about it, the more he felt this way, so the repulsion and disgust in his heart increased instead of decreasing.Not far away, the day to kill Archer, an unqualified lord, is not far away.

After a meal, Xiu Yi was stared at and couldn't feel at ease, Diarmuid was full of hatred, and Mo Lan was worried about Xiu Yi's injury, and the three of them couldn't taste it.

After it was over, Mo Lan went to clean up the dishes, and Tuliu Xiuyi and Diarmuid sat at the table, looking at each other silently.The atmosphere was really awkward.

"Gilgamesh." Suddenly, the boy broke the silence, his eyes locked on the vase placed by the wall, and his tone was so flat that Diarmuid almost didn't realize that he was talking to him.Seeing that he didn't respond, Xiuyi repeated impatiently, "My king's name is Gilgamesh."

Is this calling out names, seeking approval?As soon as Diarmuid thought of this level, he denied himself, probably because he did it to win his trust. Seeing his reluctant hypocrisy is disgusting.

He absent-mindedly repeated the words of swearing allegiance over and over again, and only stopped talking when he saw Xiu Yi's satisfied expression.

"Where is your arm?" Seemingly concerned, he actually mentioned the other party's lost right arm maliciously. For such a proud hero king, losing the arm holding the sword is a very painful and humiliating experience. If he can hurt the other party because of this, then It couldn't be better.Taking advantage of the easing of the atmosphere, Diarmuid asked with twisted and secret pleasure.

I really want to tear off the mask of calm and crush the king's arrogance.

His left hand was clenched into a fist, and then spread out, with a look of anger on his face, but it was not aimed at the knights around him, but more like aimed at himself. He said lightly: "It's just to underestimate the price of the enemy." Looking forward to his painful expression Diarmuid was slightly taken aback, but he only felt regretful.

"Enough is enough, let's stop in moderation." Xiu showed a proud gesture of "it is your supreme honor to be able to talk with this king", and unilaterally announced the end of the conversation, "This king wants to rest."

After coming out of the black mud, he became extremely lethargic, and spent most of the day in a daze, perhaps because of the problem of wound repair.When awake, you can always hear the whispers of the evil in this world, bewitching people to commit crimes.

But the sleeping dream is terribly peaceful.Just darkness, no sound, no dreams.Angola Mainu didn't talk to him often, and occasionally reminded him of his desire to be born, and also expressed that he couldn't think about the ghost voice he heard during the day.

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