The devil is too popular

A rare dream.

The timeline in the dream was a week ago, after the violent incident between the leader and his wife.The silver-haired boy sat silently in the lady's room.

The furnishing of the room has not changed much compared to before, but it is just a small gap of a few centimeters to the side of a book and a few centimeters of curtains, which creates a decayed atmosphere for the room.

Yes, curtains, they have windows again.To be precise, there is only a hole leading from the room to the outside, and there is no window glass. The cold air from the upper floors is blown in directly, because the lady, as always, hates everything that can reflect her face, and the window glass at night will naturally reflect light .

If someone walks in, they will think that this room has not been lived in for several months, and it is just cleaned regularly, giving people a feeling of no popularity.

When you come in, you will think that there is no one in the room, so you can only look carefully at the ray of light coming through the curtains (strange to say, now they have sunshine, but it is colder than before when only the cold incandescent light was shining) ), only to find the lady lying face up like a doll thrown on the bed, and Atsushi Nakajima sitting on the carpet beside the bed.

Madam has become more silent since the last time. She used to give people the feeling of a plant, but now it seems that chemical reagents have been added to the soil for planting, and some of them are withered.

There is a frightening death in her brows, and the paleness of her hands protruding from the sleeves is mixed with a slight blue color, like a dead body.Atsushi Nakajima no longer wants to watch his wife eat. She used to eat less than the bird, but now she doesn't even eat these.

When it was time to eat, a long table was set up with exquisite dishes made by famous chefs recruited from famous foreign restaurants.But no matter how it was put up, it will be taken down no matter what, and the weight has not been reduced at all.

Even if the pudding that she would put in her mouth contentedly before was put in front of her eyes, now it would just be quietly pushed away.

She was getting thinner and thinner, and his wife was seven or eight years older than Atsushi Nakajima, but standing in front of Atsushi Nakajima, she was much slimmer than him.

In a word, Madam is not far from death.

Atsushi Nakajima observed for three days. On the fourth day, he was still on guard during the meal. He stepped forward and waved away the bewildered maid. He dug a spoonful of pudding and stretched it out to his wife.

The madam opened her eyes blankly, the silver spoon touched her closed teeth, and the pudding slid down softly along the slanted arc of the spoon, touching her lips, the softness of the two was exactly the same.

She opened her mouth, opened her teeth, and let the pudding slide into her mouth.

Then the lady tried to swallow.

She really tries, her throat rolls up and down, and she sits there for a few more seconds.

"..."

She turned away, frowning.

The maid was at a loss and panicked. Atsushi Nakajima knelt on the chair with one leg and stretched his palm up to her mouth. The lady spat out the pudding into the boy's hand.

These things were reported to the leader along with other things, and the leader seldom met with his wife, but everything about her, big and small, had to be known to him.

His relationship with her is almost like that of a researcher and a rare laboratory animal.

The leader didn't say anything at that time, and the speed of revising the documents didn't slow down at all.He didn't raise his head until Atsushi Nakajima stopped talking for three seconds.

"Finished?"

"It's over."

The leader nodded.

"Then you go out."

"Yes."

Atsushi Nakajima went out and gently closed the mahogany door. The sound insulation of the door was excellent, and he could no longer hear the sound inside after closing it.

At that time, the leader did not give any instructions, but on the second day, at the same time, the walk to the dining room was cancelled. Instead, the lady sat on the side of the bed, stretched out her hand, and asked the maid to disinfect the back of her hand with alcohol, and then Insert the needle.

For the next hour, Mrs. sat on the bed, the tick-tock of the hanging bottle, injecting glucose solution into her body, replacing the nutrients that should have been absorbed through the stomach.

After that she lived like this.

Atsushi Nakajima resisted at first, but later accepted all this silently. He knew that this was an indispensable step to maintain his wife's life.But Madam is still getting more and more withered, more and more withered.

She doesn't go out anymore, she just stays on the bed. The difference between day and night is the position on the bed: whether she hangs her legs on the side of the bed in a daze during the day, or hides her body completely in the quilt in the center of the bed at night.

She spoke more frequently than before, but she was not speaking to Atsushi Nakajima, but talking to herself alone.Atsushi Nakajima heard a few words of these soliloquies, but he felt—really, he felt—a very impossible guess.

That may have been said to the chief.

"Do you like that thing?"

"...You mean give it to me?"

"Thank you."

"Do I need to do something?"

Madam's voice remained unresponsive as always, like a stone causing ripples on the surface of the water. Her sound waves diffused in the room and were absorbed by the carved walls.

Then she lay still, looking up at the curtain above the bed.

Tears slid down her temples and were absorbed by the comforter.

"I kind of want to die," she said

"..."

Atsushi Nakajima has a 'finally here' feeling.

He tried to save his wife's life. If someone breaks into the Hong Kong Building, Atsushi Nakajima will protect his wife at all costs.

But when she said that, he had the feeling that he wanted to agree.

'Please go to hell. ' he wanted to say.Because living is really a painful thing for her.

The lady turned her face away.She lacked strength in doing so, as if she were simply deferring gravity.

Her eyes were fixed on Atsushi Nakajima.

Weeping, wet black eyes.

"I want to die," she said again.

"..."

"Why not?" Atsushi Nakajima said.

His voice was more unwavering than he thought.

Madam looked at him, for one second, two seconds, Atsushi Nakajima stared at her without flinching, and a sigh escaped from her mouth.

She turned her face back to look at the pattern on the bed curtain.The patterns are entwined round and round, without end.

"But not yet... not yet."

She said regretfully, "That person doesn't allow it."

Atsushi Nakajima knows that 'that person' refers to the leader.The wife never called the leader by his name, and she usually only addressed him as 'he', 'you' and 'that person'.The leader addressed her in the same way, which was a rare tacit understanding between the two husbands and wives.

Madam wants to die, but can't because 'that person won't allow it', which is no surprise to Atsushi Nakajima.

Thinking in another way, any ambitious person in power would not allow such a useful item to be discarded like this.He felt a rare feeling of loathing for someone, a loathing that surpassed even the terror that had been suppressed in his heart all this time.

This hatred continued to grow, swell, swell to the highest point, and exploded, blasting his heart with blood, and then fell silent.

"...The Holy Grail War will be held tomorrow, I have been selected as a participant, and I have already chosen who to summon." He said.

"..."

Let alone responding, it is impossible to tell from the expression of Madam whether she has heard or not.

"I'll win," Nakajima said.

He was very sure, not like confidence, more like there was no other way to go.

"Before, I didn't know why the Holy Grail would choose me. Logically speaking, I didn't have any wishes to entrust to the Holy Grail, but now..."

The boy was silent for a few seconds, then smiled.

"Is it true that after the death of the leader, you can rest in peace?"

"..."

Madame blinked.

Her eyelashes trembled, and two lines of tears rolled down her cheeks.

Rider woke up feeling bad.

There was a bitter smell in his mouth, and he felt lost, as if he woke up from a dream and wanted to say hello to his old friend, only to find that the old friend had died in yesterday's battle.

He was dissatisfied, and when he stood up, he didn't restrain himself at all. The sound of armor colliding resounded in the small room, but the boy on the bed woke up before that, and sat up and nodded to him.

"Good morning, rider."

Facing this calm expression, Heroic Spirit felt an inexplicable burst of anger.

He knows that there is a contract between the slave and the master that can communicate magic power. With the flow of magic power, he will occasionally see some of the other party's past in his sleep.But this is the first time he knows the experience of his master, which makes him a little uncomfortable.

He was also raped by many beautiful women during his lifetime. In order to fight for a woman and slave, he left a lot of legends in the epic.But he can't quite understand that kind of delicate and restrained emotion. For him, if there is something he likes, he will snatch it. If someone has already taken that thing as his own in advance, he will fight that person, that's all.

He has never restrained himself for anyone, and Atsushi Nakajima's restraint is nothing but cowardice to him.

But for some reason, I thought of Atsushi Nakajima's eyes that were always shining in the dream, and that quiet woman who was as fleeting as the morning mist.He cursed but couldn't come out.

In the end he just said, "You made me dream about some shitty things."

"Really?" His Master smiled kindly.

Although Atsushi Nakajima looks like an emotionless killing machine when performing tasks, but in private, he is a quiet and somewhat shy teenager.Lacking a sense of security, when the bangs hang down to cover the eyes, it will make women feel affectionate.

"I also saw the rider's century." He said, "I am deeply impressed by your bravery."

"Of course, that's the life I chose."

The hero said, his eyes lit up for three seconds due to arrogance, and then gradually calmed down.

It's not because thinking of that dream made my mood worse, it's not like this, it's just like stirring a glass of water full of small sequins, the sequins suddenly rise up, appearing a little cloudy, and as time goes by, the sequins become more The precipitation went down, and the water returned to clear.

"When will the battle start?"

His voice was very calm, like unbreakable steel.

"That's why you summoned me, right? And if you don't fight, your body will rust."

Nakajima Atsushi opened his eyes wide in surprise, then calmed down and smiled slightly.

"How was tonight?"

"Okay."

Heroic Spirit said, and strode forward to open the window to let the sunlight in.

The sun fell on his face, illuminating his golden eyes that were brighter than the sun.

"I swear by all righteousness, since you have summoned me, and bet on the name of the eternal and immortal mother, I will let you win the final victory."

Then, when you hold up that Holy Grail, make the wish you've always wanted to make.

"By the way, although I'm too young, and it's too petty to dawdle, but..."

"but?"

"It is the duty of a hero to risk his life for a woman's tears," Yingling said.

When Nakahara Nakaya entered the office, the furnishings were as usual, Dazai Osamu was sitting in his seat, and Nakahara Nakaya could tell from his appearance that he did not sleep last night again.

Sensing that Nakahara Naka had also entered, Osamu Dazai raised his eyes slightly to look at him without pausing.

His eyes were bluish black from lack of sleep, and his eyes were also bloodshot, but his pupils were still black, reminiscent of the blackness of hell.

Yesterday's suppression ended at eight o'clock in the evening, and the follow-up processing will not exceed the evening at most. According to experience, Osamu Dazai should rarely be able to sleep well: every time someone assassinates such a big event, he will It was a rare time for him to sleep well, because under such a big event, the subsequent file processing would not be left to him.

But now the situation is clearly the opposite.

Aware of Chuya Nakahara's question, Osamu Dazai replied, "She was making a fuss for a long time last night."

Although it is 'she', his tone is not like talking about a person, but more like talking about a pet, and the only woman who can be mentioned here is...

"Do you mean Ma'am?"

"You'd better ask her to marry you." Osamu Dazai said indifferently. "She'll be glad to hear that."

Zhongyuan Zhongya's answer to this sentence was silence. He used to be called by this name, but since 'that day', he no longer did so.

His eyes searched Dazai Osamu's body, and found that Dazai Osamu had more bandages than when he left the office at ten o'clock, and there was a faint smell of blood.There is also a deeper smell, mixed with death and horror, that one can feel when passing a cemetery or an interrogation room.

He had only detected this smell on one person.

"You were beaten by her again." Zhong Yuanzhong was not without gloating, but then became serious, "What happened?"

"Oh, a curious cat trying to take a look here to see what has been attracting her? Is it a small fish, or a mouse that must be killed."

Osamu Dazai said a metaphor that was like a cold joke, and he was amused by himself, and then he changed his words under the dangerous expression of Zhongya Nakahara who narrowed his eyes slightly.

"In short, someone threw a detection magic here. The technology is very good, it should be made by the heroic spirit, and it was thrown directly into her room."

"But this time, it feels to her that it's not that others are looking at her, but that she's seeing herself."

"It's like seeing yourself in the mirror, and you know she's always had a big reaction to that."

His attitude was very understated.But Zhong Yuanzhong also thought of the way she looked in the mirror every time before: screaming and smashing it with her hands, letting the shards of the mirror penetrate into her skin, holding her head in her hands and stepping back, stumbling on the ground, her eyes wide open. Weeping in horror, screaming, screaming again and again, as if seeing the scariest thing in the world.

"..."

He remained silent and clenched his fists.

"You should protect her better."

"I tried it." Dazai Osamu said confrontationally, "Actually, she didn't suffer any harm except that she felt that she was screaming loudly. On the contrary, it was me..."

He stretched out his hand and showed Zhong Yuan Zhongya the reddish bandage on his arm as if showing off. The wound burst with his movements, and blood oozed out and dripped down the bandage to the ground.

This is a miserable scene, but Nakahara looked a little jealous.

Osamu Dazai is the only person who can hurt my wife when she is hysterical.Even when she was most afraid, when other people approached her, Madam would just hide in the corner like a beaten dog. Only when she met Osamu Dazai, would she come close to bite him.

Maybe it was because she knew that only Osamu Dazai was responsible for all her pain.

"Speaking of which, how was that Heroic Spirit yesterday?" Osamu Dazai stretched out his arm to show him for three seconds like a child showing off a toy, and then retracted it.

"Did you see that?" he asked as he signed his name at the bottom of the document

"Ah? You mean the Heroic Spirit with the sword?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also remembered the report his subordinate gave before he died, his eyes were sharp for a moment, and then he shook his head.

"No, I didn't see it. He retreated before I finished the suppression and was ready to deal with it."

"…you said 'he'?"

Osamu Dazai snorted almost mockingly.

"Is there any problem? The blond man wielding a huge sword, this is the information I got."

"The information is fine, but it's missing a bit. Actually there were two Heroic Spirits yesterday, and the other one, if you see her face, the situation will be very interesting."

Osamu Dazai laughed, and Nakahara also had an ominous premonition inexplicably.

"What do you mean by 'fun'...?"

"I'll find it funny. Your words will either cry or break."

"...Go to hell."

"Well! I would like to! But not yet."

But the gossip stopped here, and it was still work afterwards. On the way, the subordinates came to deliver coffee three times according to the fixed time.

The coffee was as thick as oil, and when it was shaken, it stuck to the wall of the cup, and it was almost half solidified.Zhongyuan Zhong also saw the corners of his eyes twitching, while Dazai Osamu held the handle of the cup and lifted it up without changing his face, and poured all these things down.

Nakahara has always suspected that Osamu Dazai's blood is so dark because his blood vessels are full of strong coffee.

□□Excessive intake will not lead to good results. Afterwards, Osamu Dazai's face became paler, his heart beat faster, and the blood vessels in the wrist holding the pen were pulsating.

If he has been working so hard, he will definitely die one day.But judging by Dazai Osamu's current work efficiency and the expansion speed of the port mafia, he can drag the whole world to hell before then.

There was a 10-minute break in the middle, and this 10-minute break was not so much prepared for Dazai Osamu, but rather prepared by Nakahara, who was always on the verge of eruption in his anger.

During these 10 minutes, Nakahara was half-sitting on the table looking at the scenery outside the window, and Osamu Dazai tapped lightly on the surface of a drawer.

"Da da da."

There was a drawer under his desk that was unlocked but never opened.

Like the lady's name, what's inside is a secret to all black people in Hong Kong.

But like his wife's name, Zhong Yuanzhong also knew what was in the drawer. He looked out of the window because he wanted to avoid seeing that drawer as much as possible.Because he was afraid that if he looked at it for a long time, he would not be able to help but pull out the gun and collapse Dazai Osamu's head.

He ignored it as much as possible, but Osamu Dazai was not going to let him go.

"Have slugs ever raised birds?"

This morning, Zhong Yuanzhong has been trained enough to ignore his contemptuous name. He filtered out this name, "I haven't raised it before."

"Oh, you can raise it, but it might die in the middle. Anyway, it's a free little thing, very cute."

It's funny how even when he says 'very cute' he doesn't have much enthusiasm for the bird, just like the one mentioned earlier about Mrs.

"Da da da."

Osamu Dazai tapped lightly with his fingertips, and the surface of the drawer gave off a faint echo.

This echo can indicate that there are very few things in the drawer, either empty or just filled with things the size of a fist.

"There are very few things to eat. If you don't fasten it, you will always want to fly to the sky. If you accidentally meet a cat, you will be eaten. Then... um..."

"The memory is not very good. I can't always remember the owner's face, but when I put my finger into the cage, it will gently peck your finger."

"It's pretty cute if you say it's cute. It's the feeling that I want to hurt you but can't hurt you."

He smiled viciously.

"..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also knew that he was definitely not referring to the bird, but he remained silent.

"But after all, it belongs to the sky." Osamu Dazai said.

"You want her to stay."

"Yes I do."

Nakahara also said "she", but Osamu Dazai still admitted it.

Looking at the high sky outside the window, he showed a fascinated expression for a moment.

Of course, this fascinated expression is definitely not what 'human longing is the sky! 'The sense of desire to fly, this desire for flight has driven human beings to invent airplanes, rockets and other things that can take a big step forward in human history. How could Osamu Dazai have such positive emotions? What he was thinking was definitely Worse stuff.

This suicidal habitual criminal wants to jump straight from here.

This fascinated expression gathered to the apex, and just when Zhong Yuanzhong was about to forcibly close the curtains, it fell silent again.

"Da da da."

He tapped on the drawer again.

"But I think let her fly."

That was a rare and gentle sentence from Osamu Dazai.

When leaving the office, Nakahara also thought about the past.

That was the past before the detective agency was destroyed.

In this way, it seems that a long time has passed. In fact, the detective agency that has always been an enemy of them and caused Hong Kong blacks to be extremely distressed was destroyed in one day. The speed and degree are so complete that it is hardly human. It's more like an oracle from the gods.

When the two cities of Sodom and Gomorrah in the Bible were destroyed because they offended the gods, they must have been as fast as that time.

It only took one day.

The day before the Detective Agency collapsed, Osamu Dazai's situation was obviously not right. As soon as he entered the office, Osamu Dazai hesitated to call him over.

Zhongyuan Zhong also waited for him to give an order, but all he got was 'um... well, how should I put it? "It's really the first time he's seen him being so coy. Like a junior high school girl struggling with whether to hand out her love letter.

"You've almost got it," Nakahara Chuya said.

Afterwards, Osamu Dazai finally suppressed the feigned first love feeling, and his pretended behavior showed that he was more at a loss than he imagined.It was replaced by a more genuine, a little annoyed look, like that of an elementary school boy whose lie was exposed.

Hmm, sounds more childish.The Central Plains also want to.

Osamu Dazai will also show this expression, which is even more suspicious than the expression of the girl Huaichun last time.

"I need... you." Osamu Dazai started with the leader's commanding tone, but the more he spoke, the more brisk he was.

Aware of this, he paused for a moment, and when he spoke again, it was already a standard, stable leader's tone as if he had taken the average of his previous speaking methods.

"I need you to order a ring for me."

"what?"

"You will bring it to me within today."

"what???"

Don't care how unreasonable this person's request is, in the port mafia, the boss's order is absolute.

Of course there are difficulties. For example, the headquarters of the world's best jewelry chain stores are in France, and the next flight from Yokohama to France will have to wait until 9:[-] pm.But the way to save it is as many as possible. Without applying for a special route, the private jet of the port mafia still flew smoothly, and crossed half of the earth in the thundercloud.

When Zhongyuan Zhongye put □□ against the temple of the world's most famous jewelry designer, he kept insisting on 'make an appointment! ''Break into private houses! The man who spoke finally put away his arrogance, and nodded with trembling legs.

He put down the gun in satisfaction, and the dozens of red dots from snipers and rifles that had been swept around the designer finally dissipated.

Everything is so easy to say.

That night, Zhongya Nakahara flew back from France on the second plane today.

After several hours of fermentation, the dynamics of the private jets of the port mafia have attracted international attention.They all speculated whether they were about to make a big move by suddenly sending their highest internal combat power to France without even applying for the route.Hong Kong gangsters have already received diplomatic condemnation from abroad and pressure from their own cabinets.

Those people in the public relations department were probably going crazy, but Zhong Yuan didn't care.He knew that they were just probing, and they didn't have the guts to make a move yet.

As soon as he got off the plane, he raced back to Hong Kong and Heilongjiang with all his strength. His beloved motorcycle stopped and slid on the ground for more than ten meters, and he didn't even look at it.He didn't even take the elevator, and flew directly to the highest floor of the Ganghei Building, breaking through the bulletproof glass tens of centimeters and rushing in.

"crash"

The fragments fell to the ground, and the young man knocked out of the fragments. He didn't care about the Hong Kong gangsters who pointed the gun at him because they were worried that the leader would be assassinated, and walked forward panting. That extremely precious box was handed over to Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai sat on the leader's seat, looking at the small velvet box, his eyes had a rare gentle light.

But this light is definitely not aimed at his conscientious subordinates, because his next sentence to Chuya Zhongyuan is.

"It seems that you are still useful, slug." He said arrogantly, "You can go down."

"..."

It was determined that the person who came was a cadre from the Central Plains, but after hearing this sentence, the muscles of the subordinates tensed even more.

They were really scared. In the next moment, the Central Plains cadre with his forehead popping up would lift up his desk and smash it into the leader's face!

But fortunately, the mental tenacity of the Central Plains cadres has been widely praised by everyone.

At that time, he was unable to suppress himself with mental activities, and he could only suppress his anger by whispering to himself, 'This person is the leader, this person is the leader, this person is the leader...'.After the Central Plains cadre clenched his fist and loosened it three times, he finally remained calm and strode out of the office with his chest held high.

"Oh!"

"..."

After he closed the door, the subordinates looked tremblingly at the place where the Central Plains cadres were standing.

There, on the solid floor of the chief's office, a large cobweb-like pit with a radius of 30 centimeters appeared.

Of course there was a reason why Zhong Yuanzhong didn't lift up the desk and hit the leader in the face, because he knew who the contents of the box were going to be given to.

When he went out, he happened to pass by the lady who was walking this way.

As always, Madam didn't notice him, and kept walking towards her goal as if she couldn't see or hear anything.

She was worse than the last time he saw her.Nakahara Chuya originally wanted to reach out to pull her, and wanted to do some damage, so that the guy Dazai Osamu's proposal plan would be exposed in advance.But seeing her like this, he just stood there quietly, watching her back.

She walked to the end of the corridor, the door to the chief's office opened a gap, the light shone on her face, she walked in, and the door closed again.

"..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also picked up his footsteps and continued to walk forward.

He didn't know what happened that day, but he only knew that Dazai Osamu's face was the same as usual the next day, but he felt more terrifying than ever.

He called them over, his order ignoring the obstacles of the Armed Detective Agency.When my subordinates raised this point, I thought, 'Should the plan be improved? 'Yes, a smile formed on the corner of his mouth.

This smile is extremely cruel.

"Don't think about it anymore." Dazai Osamu's voice was calm, "They will no longer exist."

After that day, the wife didn't go out anymore, and the box had been kept in the drawer under his desk, and had never been taken out.

Jie Ai didn't return home until eight o'clock yesterday.

This home does not refer to the underworld, but the upper floor of the house where Jason rents.When she went back, Jason had already prepared a hot pot for the celebration, and the steam was rising, sending the smell of meat towards Jie Ai's nose.

She told him, "I didn't snatch the 9 command spells, I only got one." When she spoke, it was like a useless middle-aged man who came home and told his wife that his salary was deducted again.

And Jason's answer was "Just the fact that you were summoned is already worth celebrating."

What he said is really good, and it is completely sincere. If there is such a setting of favorability, Jie Ai's favorability for him must be full at once.

Even if it wasn't full at the time, when she sat down and put the softly boiled mutton into her mouth, her favorability and happiness would definitely increase to the peak.

Jie Ai ate big mouthfuls, very happy. After eating the hot pot, she enjoyed a lot of sacrifices (junk food) for the gods brought up by Jason.

It's really a lot. Jason's three big bags of snacks brought back from the convenience store decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye. The amount of ice cream she ate was so much that if she changed someone, she would definitely have a stomachache for about three weeks.

After eating, she went into the room that had been quickly tidied up during the two hours she had gone out, and rolled around on the big princess bed that had been put up at an unknown time.

"Grumble."

"...soft."

Knot love and say happily.

"Grumble."

So it turned around again.

She was lying down, facing the ceiling, and for the first time today, she felt that it was not bad to be summoned out.

"correct."

She told Jason again, "I only got one Command Seal."

Jason's reply was to extend his hand to her, and Jie Ai's fingertips lightly tapped the back of his hand, and handed him the Command Seal she had snatched so easily.

The back of the youth's white hands were tangled with blood-red lines, which looked a bit coquettish.

Jie Ai stared at the lines for a few seconds, feeling that the connection between herself and Jason had become stronger, and the world was getting closer to her.

"..."

Jason looked at her, and she looked at Jason.

"Aren't you going to say something?" she asked.

It was originally planned to be 9 Command Seals, but when I came back, I only grabbed one. This is not just a half and then half.Although there are also reasons why she softened her heart when facing her elder brother, but if she wasn't too weak now, she would definitely be able to drive away Tony who was in the way, and rush in alone to snatch all of that guy's Command Seals.

Thinking about it, Jie Ai felt a little guilty, but Jason's attitude was very optimistic.

No, to be precise, he just broke free from the disappointment of not achieving the original goal faster than Jie Ai, and started to think more practically.

"This is enough for now. You've done a good job. How to expand the favorable conditions is my business."

"Is that right?"

"I am your Master."

"..."

Jie Ai had finished eating, so she drooped her eyes tiredly, as if she was going to sleep.But listening to this sentence, she paused for a moment with the arm raised to block the light in front of her eyes.

She jumped up from the bed.

"Then let's prepare the nirvana!"

She said in a very cheerful tone that was completely out of sleep, "The one you mentioned to me earlier, I think it's very interesting!"

Jie Ai and Jason have been discussing until dawn.

It wasn't until the sunlight came in from the window and hit Jie Ai's face that she belatedly remembered that she should be sleepy.Jie Ai yawned slowly, "Then let's talk about it tomorrow."

As she said, the quilt had been lifted automatically and ready to be covered. Jason also instantly broke away from the previous state of being calm, sharp, and able to come up with some great ideas from time to time, and became like a 996 who stayed up for three days. programmer.

He didn't even have the strength to go outside to sleep on the sofa, and collapsed limply on the floor beside the bed, like a mollusk.Eyes are closed.

Jie Ai took pity on him, so she conjured up a cushion on the ground and squeezed him there to sleep.

speak up.

When Jie Ai covered herself with a quilt and set the alarm clock, she thought a little confused.

"Didn't I throw detection magic in that building when I went to snatch the command spell? Why is there no response yet?"

"Could it be that there is also a great magician in there?"

"Although it was just released casually, it is still a god-level magic. It can be broken so lightly. The Holy Grail War is really amazing."

"I thought only Tony and my elder brother could play this Holy Grail War. I didn't expect it to be so hidden and crouching."

"Before I felt something in the building calling me, it should be the invitation to fight from that person, right?"

"Hoohoo, you are so eager for me, you are such a lovely child..."

"I'll pamper you when I wake up, lucky you!"

With the excitement of being able to fight a powerful enemy after waking up, Yuai closed her eyes.

"……call."

A carefree child who closes his eyes and falls asleep in three seconds.

The existence itself shows the concept of beauty, and the youth of the god who is closer to immortality than any human being walks on the earth.

his eyes fall