What world is Lixiang in today?

"Oh, this is really not good..."

In the control room of Chaldea, Da Vinci looked at the message from "a certain world" where Tatsuka Fujimaru was located, and even she showed a slightly worried expression.

"It's not just a little bad, it's quite bad!"

Romani was burying his head in typing on the keyboard, and when he heard this sentence, he immediately raised his head and retorted: "I should have chosen the most stable time and space to send it there, but I didn't expect that there would be a Holy Grail reaction in that world-what is it called! Holy Grail Has it become a mass-produced model?!"

"Oh, Mr. Doctor, are you alright?" A concerned voice came from the communicator, "I thought you would recover for a while."

"It's obvious that the current situation doesn't even give me a chance to breathe!" Romani said in a social animal voice, "Is it luck or what? If Lixiang arrives in that world half a day later, the contract with him That incomplete Heroic Spirit should have disappeared due to insufficient offerings. There is no other Holy Grail reaction in this world except him. It should be regarded as a relatively stable world on the human level, but Lixiang made a contract with him in the past—— Why did this happen!?"

"Is this fate?" Da Vinci brushed his hair.

"So, can you detect what kind of existence is that 'incomplete heroic spirit' named Sakunosuke Oda?" The person on the other end of the communicator selectively skipped Romani's wailing and focused on the key question.

"Well... how do you say this?" Romani also broke out from the lament, and called up the analysis report of the spiritual base that was just carried out, "His spiritual base is indeed an existence constructed by the Holy Grail—although I'm a little sorry, But if I use Ms. Jeanne Alter to describe it, I should be able to understand it, right? It’s a similar existence.”

"Hmm... Was it also made by a certain person?" The person on the other side of the communicator pondered for a moment and asked.

"Well... Although I really don't want to say it, the answer is 'unsure'." Da Vinci shook his head, showing a helpless look, "In this world, there is no other Holy Grail reaction except..., so this world It is impossible for someone to make a wish on the Holy Grail to produce the heroic spirit 'Oda Sakunosuke'."

"Eh?"

"Yes, although the entire spirit base exudes the aura of the Holy Grail—but he doesn't have the Holy Grail." Another voice was inserted into the communicator, "I just walked closer to confirm it, didn't I? Miss Da Vinci ?”

"Ah, yes, thank you very much." Da Vinci replied with a smile, "It's confirmed."

"Ah, but speaking of this—she seems to be able to change clothes? The defensiveness of the magic dress is probably useless." The person who interjected continued, "It's a mistake not to bring a caster here, that uniform is very important for girls. Sure enough, it's still too monotonous?"

"Ah... Can I trouble you to protect Lixiang by her side more in the future?" Da Vinci rubbed the space between his brows, "Is it okay to cover your breath, and that one—of course, he shouldn't need me said."

"Oh! Got it!" The person on the other side seemed to be quite happy to agree to the errand, "That guy followed closely enough, thankfully no one can find him!"

"That is to say—" the person who was interrupted just now picked up the topic just now, "Mr. 'Oda Sakunosuke' was not born from the wishes of people in this world...?"

"Because of the new information I just brought back, I have to correct my previous statement—he is indeed different from Miss Jeanne Alter." Romani followed the trend, "It's better to say...he is not even a 'wish'. The presence."

"He is not the product of someone's 'fantasy'." Da Vinci concluded after looking at the analysis report.

"That is……?"

"That is to say, his spiritual foundation is indeed the same as most heroic spirits—the crystallization of countless thoughts." Romani explained, "But why doesn't a person who died four years ago have any great actions that affect the world? It can reach this level under the circumstances, what is the energy fluctuation that belongs to the Holy Grail—”

"Hey doctor!" Someone from the opposite side interjected, "Is your clairvoyance not working?"

"I'm not in that world!" Romani retorted loudly, "And it's really unstable now! King Gilgamesh is still throwing a temper tantrum, the younger one was held back and didn't make it, and that fellow Merlin is also lazy! "

"Who said I was being lazy?"

"! Merlin!" Looking at the magical Merlin who suddenly filled the screen, ah no, the magical Merlin, Romani wailed, "What account are you using! Why is Meili-chan's account in your place—"

"Hi—Hi~ Now is the broadcast time of Big Brother Flower's little movie!" It was rare that Merlin didn't bully Romani, but waved his staff.

"Hey, we don't have time to watch any movies!" Merlin's movie relaxation obviously synchronized the two parties who were originally communicating, and someone on the other side immediately protested.

"Hmm-hmm--I won't be able to figure it out for a while anyway, why don't you just relax~" Merlin waved his hand indifferently, "Next, let's take a look at someone who no longer kills/people The story of the killer-"

Once upon a time, there was a teenager who was a free-spirited killer who had never failed in his work. When he was 14 years old, he brought back a set of incomplete books from the home of his mission target on a whim, and put the remaining I read the first volume and the middle volume countless times, but I couldn't find the "second volume" as the ending.

"Boy, I see that you have been reading that set of books. Is it so good? Where is the second volume of this set of books?"

One day, he was asked this way.

There is no next volume, he replied.

"Now I understand, you kid is really lucky. The second volume of this novel is terrible. So, you can be satisfied with only the first and second volumes, this is for your own good."

It's always bad not to have a second volume, he retorted.

"Well, then write it yourself, it's the only way to keep that set of novels perfect."

Said the man whose name was unknown, whose appearance was already blurred in his memory.

Later, he found the second volume, which was different from the man's description. It was really a wonderful novel, but unfortunately, several pages of it were torn out, so he had no way of knowing an important plot——

A killer becomes the reason for not killing people anymore.

He couldn't find the missing pages.

Only then did he seem to understand what the man meant.

So he decided to write it himself.

Put down the gun, pick up the pen, no longer take human life, but to understand and write life - become a novelist, and then complete the "reason".

A reason to kill /hands and stop killing /people.

And so he was, for a long time—

In the end, the thing I wanted to protect was lost. In order to get revenge, I took up the gun again and took the life of mimic, and buried it together with that simple and small wish. The only thing that lonely, crying child does is to persuade him to go to "the side that saves people" and such pale words.

What kind of anticlimactic ending is this, so hasty that people can't get back to their senses?

"what……"

When the girl woke up from her sleep, the sun had just risen.

When she changed her clothes and walked out of the bedroom, Dazai was sitting at the dining table, and when he saw her come out, he waved for her to sit over: "Oda Saku said he's making breakfast!"

"No..." Oda, who was coming out of the kitchen, corrected, "I just reheated the sandwich I bought yesterday."

"Morning, Mr. Oda, Mr. Dazai!" Guda walked over to sit down, thanked him and then secretly glanced at Oda while eating a sandwich.

Dazai blinked his eyes, looked at Oda who had a puzzled face, and Gudazi who was obviously guilty, and quickly finished his sandwich, then smiled "understanding": "Ang—I still I'm going to work so I won't stay any longer! Remember to go to the coffee shop to report later!"

Anyway, this is his home, so there is no need to temporarily find a place to install a bug or something, just turn out the receiving device and use it!

After Dazai left, Oda asked Guda, "What's the matter? Did you not sleep well last night?"

"No, it's better to say that I slept well, I feel great now!"

"That's good." Oda nodded, "So, what happened?"

"Well...Actually, I had a dream last night." Guda whispered while gently turning the ear hair next to his cheek with his hand, "But...that seems to be Mr. Oda's memory...Mr. Oda didn't sleep yesterday Is it on?"

"If you talk about sleep, I didn't. I just closed my eyes and rested my mind for a while." Oda thought about it for a while, "However, it seems that for a while, he suddenly recalled the past."

When even Dazai seemed to enter a dream for a short time, he did seem to lose his mind for a moment, and the whole person was immersed in the moment of memory.

Will it affect the Master because of this moment?

"Are you scared?" He asked, after all, for a little girl, whether it is as a "killer" or a "mafia" (even if it is a low-level handyman) or later in the battle with mimic, it seems a bit out of range up.

"No, no, there's no such thing!" Guda quickly denied, "Mr. Oda is a very gentle person——I can feel that."

"Really." Oda tilted his head, "Do you think so?"

"Of course!" Guda nodded vigorously, showing a pure smile without a trace of impurities, "Obviously I accidentally saw Mr. Oda's past, it should be my fault, but you asked me instead Have you been scared—this is also very gentle!"

Seeing the master's smile, Oda couldn't help but smiled slightly, and stretched out his hand to rub the girl's hair: "Well, let's eat quickly."

Guda paused for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but seeing Odasaku's indifferent expression, he held back.

The work of the coffee shop is not heavy, but it is not easy. After all, the boss is a well-known coffee expert. There are many regular customers in this shop, and there are also many new customers who come here because of the name. A waitress just happened to ask for leave these days Yes, the store manager extended a warm welcome to Guda's arrival.

Seeing the little girl bustling around full of energy, Oda could always think of the children he had adopted.At that time, he still felt that they were too lively to the point of headache, maybe five years later they would be able to rob a bank——it was not until the fresh life was reduced to ashes before his eyes that he realized that there was something wrong with them. How fragile those innocent children are in front of such people.

—He didn't protect them well.

As much as Oda Saku couldn't forgive the mimic soldiers who hurt the children, he couldn't forgive himself for not protecting the children well.

But everything in the past can no longer be changed.

What kind of despair did he hold at that time, what kind of death will he held, and finally completed his revenge, and perhaps he died contentedly, but such satisfaction was only based on "doing something for the dead children." In addition to this feeling, the wound on the heart seems to be painless, but it seems to be empty as if something is missing.

Man lives to redeem himself——

But how should redemption be defined?Oda is still unclear.

Does he have salvation for anyone?Has he redeemed himself?

Unknowingly, he followed the little girl to the empty interior of the coffee shop. Oda looked at Guda, wondering why the other party called him at this time.

"There was no one around at noon, so I brought a small piece of cake for myself." Guda held a small piece of cake, "I told the boss and asked him to deduct it from my salary—come on, Come and taste it, it looks delicious just looking at it."

"... Me?" Oda didn't know why.

"That's right, Mr. Oda, you didn't eat breakfast, didn't you, last night too, you kept watching me and Mr. Dazai eating—" Because he was still in the state of reishi, Guda was a little uncertain about the direction, so he had to face the air Talking, "There is no one else here, Lucy is out shopping, and the store manager won't be here for a while, how about you show up and have a taste?"

"...Servants don't need to eat." Although he said so, but seeing the Master who was completely turned in the opposite direction, Oda turned to her to release the reishi.

"But you're not that kind of heroic spirit, are you?" Guda pouted, "For Mr. Oda, he should have lived the same life as a 'human' not long ago, right?"

Oda was taken aback.

"So - eat some? I brought it for you specially!" Guda held the small cake in front of him.

Seeing the persistent Master, Oda had no choice but to pick up the fork, inserted it into the cake and took a bite.

Too sweet for someone like him who likes spicy food.

Obviously only a few days have passed in my memory, but it seems that I have accidentally gotten used to my identity as a "dead person". The last time I felt the taste seemed to be hundreds of years ago, so that this sweetness became a kind of sweetness. A wonderful stimulation, awakening his 'human' feeling.

"You don't look very good, will it disappear if this continues?"

"However, we have to find a way..."

"The first person I met after I lost my memory was you. If you disappeared in front of me, it might cause me mental trauma!"

"And I can't even find anyone I know in this place... I don't have a place to live and I don't have money. I can't do anything by myself..."

"Thanks to Mr. Oda! Of course, Mr. Dazai—although he looks a bit unreliable."

"Good night, Oda-san!"

"Mr. Oda is a very gentle person."

Something unknown, soft and light fell into my heart, filling that big empty hole a bit.

"How is it, is it delicious?" The girl's question brought him back to his thoughts. The master in front of him was full of praise, like a child who hadn't grown up, as if the one who didn't change his face in the face of Dazai's threat Calm people are not like her.

Maybe there are some similarities with Dazai?

After growing up prematurely, in a certain respect, he still maintains the innocence of a child.

"Very sweet," he said, "delicious."

The girl immediately showed a satisfied expression: "As long as you like it! I have been helped by Mr. Oda since I came to this world. It's great to meet you!"

Oda lowered his eyes.

help...?

Who is the person who has been helped (rescued) (redeemed)?