Can a thousand-handed heart be harvested to reap the wood tunnel?

"Wow--!"

tasty--

I drank a sip of hot soup, and got the sublimation of my soul in this sip.

At this moment, the strife of servants, the confrontation of war, all of these cannot enter my eyes. In my world, there is only this feast of boiling heat, steam, and food.

When I finally took a bite of the hot meal, tears welled up in my eyes: "British Magic!"

The King of Knights, who was sitting upright, looked up vigilantly, and glanced over my head suspiciously, and I took advantage of this gap to snatch the freshly made beef roll from her.

What?Is that meat from the Saber group?

Sorry, the Huahua family doesn't recognize this rule.

Even if you come from all corners of the country, it's not up to each person to get into the pot.

I waved my chopsticks like a rainbow.

The poor doctor watching us eating and drinking couldn't even make a patch. He turned his head and covered his ears in self-defeating, indicating that he didn't know anything.

After 5 minutes, I quickly stuffed a bucket of rice, and finally slowed down my chopsticks, and raised my face buried in the bowl.

"—I live!"

"Are you really that hungry?" After I handed over the towel and water glass, Rider's Master Weber Velvet's attitude towards me was not as stiff as it was at the beginning. People cast their eyes of condemnation on the doctor who covered his ears and stole the bell, "I said you, it is you, the magician who covered his ears, you are too incompetent as a Master!"

"Ah? You mean offering a demon...?" The innocent doctor who dropped the pot from the sky firmly caught the pot, and showed a simple and honest smile, "After all, I'm just a third-rate magician."

After the man finished speaking, he looked at me very apologetically, as if there was such a thing: "I'm sorry, Huahua, for making you suffer."

The corners of my eyes twitched, and for a moment I didn't know whether to refute his claim of being a "third-rate magician" first, or to express my hatred for his attitude of not rejecting anyone who comes from a scapegoat.

"...Let me tell you, Romani," the grown-up me didn't choose anything in the end, and cursed back ferociously, "If you say such things again, I will throw away all your strawberry cakes when you come out !"

As soon as these words came out, the pink-haired man immediately fell silent, shrank his neck, and shut up.

Then I looked at the young Weber who was also filling his mouth with hesai to replenish his consumption, "I have received your kindness, but my situation with him is different from yours."

Glancing at the few people who pricked up their ears without a trace, I took the opportunity to take another spoonful of hot meat, and gritted my teeth very sincerely: "It's enough for this guy to live well...Gulu."

Well, what you grab is delicious.

At this moment, the person who intends to test suddenly realized that if this continues, the first batch of food that goes into the soup will be taken away by me.

This is not a question of whether or not you can fill your stomach, this already belongs to the honor of a soldier!

A majestic king can't keep the meat in front of him——

The confident King Conqueror looked solemn and locked on the slowly floating piece of meat in front of him. The King of Knights, who was fiddling with chopsticks, raised his head, and his golden bangs were blown into chaos by the burst of magic power. The two parties who had obviously moved before the meal At this moment, there is a fierce eye-to-eye fight across me, and the battle is about to break out!

The one who moved first was the silent Mr. Jin on the other side!

"Shh!"

"clang--"

"Crackling--"

"Ding Ding Ding!"

"Boom!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Crack...crack!"

The big melee has begun.

I, who had seen it early, held the big bowl that had been piled up into a small hill before I knew it, and pushed back a small step as if nothing had happened, and leisurely blew on the non-existent heat.

- good soup.

It was very hot on one side, and on the other side, the small hot pot that was opened for Sakura alone was just boiling, and white soup was bubbling.

I swallowed the last morsel of meat in the bowl, put down the graminated ingredients and the only pot of vegetables for the little girl, and removed the empty plate and put it aside.

After thinking about it, I decided to add new soup to the cauldron with only half of the soup left.

I carefully estimated the form of the scene, picked up the hot water pot that had been prepared for a long time with one hand, and waved the chopsticks with the other hand to hold it... one, two, three, four, five, five, and six chopsticks, huh?Why is there a fork in there?

I turned my head in doubt, and the few people over there had already beaten the cauldron for stuttering, leaving only staggered afterimages, and it was completely impossible to tell which direction the flying forks came from.

I glanced around suspiciously, and focused on the tableware hidden by the wind for a second, but I couldn't see anything, so I gave up and chose to put the embarrassed and politely smiling teenagers Weber and Iris Faye together. Mrs. Hall fished it out.

"Leave them alone," I dug and dug, and took out another medium pot from the food pile behind me, "Come on, here's another one."

Hmph, I've already made all the preparations.

The noise of human beings is never connected, I just feel very hungry.

Intuition tells me that this is probably the first meal here, and maybe the last meal that can be eaten well.

Before you fight, eat more.

"They beat theirs, we eat ours," I poured in a whole pack of Sichuan-Chongqing seasonings I found in a treasure hunt, and watched with anticipation that the white soup turned into a fiery red color, and the pungent spicy taste exploded. After stirring the soup base, he nodded with satisfaction.

"—Speaking of which, the Lancer team didn't call?"

"Called," the young Weber looked at the completely discolored soup pot in awe, struggling for words, "Hmm..."

"Oh~" I understood, and just reported a name, "My lord, Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald."

The young man who is currently a student of the monarch swallowed the words with difficulty, and tried his best to organize his words to appease his teacher: "...he values ​​this war more."

"Yeah," I nodded, and when the two masters were hesitating at the soup pot, I took the lead in testing the poison with my chopsticks, and handed over the sauce thoughtfully: "You can eat it, don't think it's very red, it's just a little Spicy, and most importantly—”

I tilted my head and looked at the Three Kings Group, who were fighting to escalate: "They won't come this way."

"Of course I won't snatch you, don't be afraid." For the time being, I am still a heroic spirit in the eyes of these people. I am super self-aware, and I show my attitude with a thumbs up: "I just want to be good! Good! Eat! Eat!"

As the first batch of food was fished out and new things were still ups and downs, the three heroic spirits who had been fighting had a truce for the time being, guarding their respective trophies and started talking trash.

Among the three, the King of Conquerors, whose identity had been exposed on the surface, didn't know what to say, and suddenly turned his head to look at me who was eating peacefully:

"...If you don't believe me, let me ask, hey, little girl!"

"Huh?" I pulled out a wet towel and wiped the corners of my mouth, looked in the direction of the voice, just in line with the eyes of the three kings, "...?"

"You know who Saber is." This sentence is an addressing sentence, "I claim to be you who is independent of this time."

coming.

I reluctantly glanced at the table with most of the ingredients left, and nodded, "That's right."

"Don't be nervous." On the dinner table, the huge cavalryman restrained his sense of oppression on purpose, and even really tolerantly didn't bring any wine, as if he really just asked curiously: "Do you know us?"

I took a deep breath, the spiciness of the chili meets the richness of the bone broth: "Yes, and no."

"So," the cavalryman scratched his head, but didn't continue to ask, and turned to look at the thoughtful swordsman, "So the power of the victory oath she mentioned back then refers to you, Saber?"

"No." It was not surprising that the real name was suddenly announced. The swordsman, who was full of sword energy, held up her tableware that was wrapped in the wind and had no shape, and retorted seriously, "Only part of it."

"It's not just mine," the King of Knights nodded, and beside her, the sword of the oath of victory gathered the breath of stars looming, "You also have your victory and oath."

At this moment, I heard the voice of the rapid increase in favorability.

Who doesn't like Saber!

"Aiya," the King of Conquerors laughed helplessly, "I lost to you completely, Miss Knight King."

"If you still want to eat the sword of the vowed victory, I will accompany you with this sword at any time!"

I savored this declaration of war, and found that the real intention of starting a war did not seem to be very strong. I took another look at the vicious person who was still holding a bowl in one hand...

OK, I get it.

I served the rice on the side.

"Please don't be polite!" I said loudly. "There are a lot of rice!"

Intermittent uncontrollable laughter came from next to me, I tensed my expression, ignored such a big and golden Mr. Jin, and returned to my original position slowly.

"Don't say that, I'm the king, you're the king, that Kim Pika over there is also the king... Hahaha, it's amazing, a Holy Grail War brought us three kings from different eras together, and it was by chance After a meal," the host of the topic, Your Excellency Conqueror Wang, firmly pulled back the right to speak, "Why don't you talk about the reasons for each participating in the war, how about it?"

"Holy Grail Question and Answer?"

"The Holy Grail Question and Answer."

"Humph."

- Then it's time for the king.

We both reduced our sense of presence. I chose to sit next to Sakura, who is good at reading the air, and took her to a place with the best view without disturbing others.

"Next, take a good look, Sakura." I put my hand lightly on the girl's thin shoulders, "This is a scene that is rare for many people."

The three brightest stars shining in their respective eras, the heroic spirits who have left a profound and brilliant mark in history, are sitting here at this moment and discussing the truth.

Generously allow redundant outsiders to suck their way out of it.

The lonely king of knights who killed himself for the sake of the country, the king of conquerors who "win without destroying, overlord without humiliation", and the oldest king who "do not be arrogant and contemptuous".

Take a good look, Sakura.

Your world shouldn't just be that little wormhole in the basement of Matou's house.

In the seven days that I am going to leave, I have to grow up quickly.

The way of kingship cannot be shared, and does not need the approval of outsiders, so these three kings will definitely break up in the end.

I'm all ready to go to war.

But what I didn't expect was that the most selfish, arrogant, game mentality, and never serious hero King Gilgamesh, referred to as Mr. Jin, surprisingly, said very little.

This also makes this king more terrifying than before.

Why do you feel that this person seems a little serious?

I took another look uncertainly.

This time, his sight hit the mid-air.

- something is different.

"Doctor." The alarm turned on and off in an instant, which made me very confused and alert, I lowered my voice and confirmed to the front clairvoyant behind me, "Mr. Jin in Archer form can't use clairvoyance, right? "

The doctor quietly projected on my side: "This is generally the case, but to be honest, he doesn't even know how many cards that guy has, so we can't figure it out even more. Why, what did you find wrong? ?”

"It's just a feeling for the time being. I'm just confused. I probably haven't done anything to attract the king's attention...?"

"Yes," the doctor replied without thinking, "it's just that you think it's normal."

"That's troublesome," I said, but my heart didn't fluctuate much. I just pushed Mr. Jin's danger to the highest level.

"Do you remember what they said just now?" I lowered my head and asked this overly obedient girl.

The girl nodded.

"It's okay if you don't understand." I wiped her hands meticulously, and then wiped my own. "We, Sakura, will have a long, long time to understand today's words."

"Listen up, Sakura." I lowered my tone, slowed down my speech, and explained to the girl word for word:

"Next, I will go to the battlefield. After that, regardless of victory or defeat, I can no longer accompany you like this, but within seven days, as long as I am here, you will still be my 'trophy' and you will be safe."

Clean, knife-holding hands carefully passed through the girl's soft purple hair, combed them one by one, and finally left a tied bow at the end of the hair.

"It's safe, you can choose what you want to do next, go home, go to 'sister', 'Uncle Kariya', or 'Mom and Dad', or want to stay and witness the end of the war, or , anything else."

I lowered my forehead to hers.

"But you have to remember that in the days to come, you must maintain a clean soul, and you must, must not release resentment and killing intent on them for no reason."

As I expected, the flickering fire from my eyes seemed to pass through this head-to-head offset.

"Okay." The girl's slender hands turned to help me wipe off the smell of fireworks on my hands one by one, and the shimmering lights lit up in the eyes, and they also fell into the smell of fireworks, "Thousand hands-flowers."

"Good boy." I laughed and hugged and patted her on the back.

The pre-war break, it's over.

Next, according to the joint deduction of senior Arash and the doctor, Berserker will definitely appear to restrain Saber, and the entanglement of the Lancer team in the master-servant triangle will most likely not appear tonight, and the King of Heroes who is also wandering outside may not make a move for the time being. Even more powerful, the Assassin hidden in the dark is handed over to Senior Arash who can also shoot a rain of arrows in the dark.

In other words, the first enemy I really have to face is the King of Conquerors, Rider.

"It's been a long time, everyone." I stood up and looked at the three kings who were also separated and confronted.

The residual temperature left by this meal has not completely subsided, and the emotions on the dinner table have not been completely dissipated by the killing spirit of the blade.

"The little girl with the knife over there," the night wind that was gradually making noise brought the King of Conquerors' deep voice to ask: "Our questions and answers about the Holy Grail have been presented here, you, the host of tonight's banquet, shouldn't say something?"

coming.

"I'm just a commoner, how can I judge your kingship?" I shook my head honestly, and replied with an objective and neutral attitude: "What's more, your achievements have proved the correctness of their existence."

Even if only for a short period of time, existence is reasonable.

But the three kings who came here with all their heart's content were probably not very satisfied with my answer.

"It's the truth, not the truth." As the main questioner, the communicative master Conqueror Wang's fiery red hair and fiery eyes seemed to be burning in the still extinguished fire, his attitude even seemed a little aggressive, and his voice was stern:

"Qian Shou Hua, are you ashamed to express your 'Tao'!"

For some reason, three pairs of eyes converged on me, waiting for an answer from me.

Should it be said that it is my honor to be respected by the three kings?

"The aggressive method," I gritted my teeth during the exchange of glances: "Well, your trick worked."

I didn't look at the biggest king anymore, instead I glanced at the knight king who was standing alone all the time, and landed on the hero king who had been silent since before.

In terms of people and city-state construction, I actually prefer Uruk, or in other words, Uruk during the Absolute Warcraft Front period.

"No way," the young Weber exclaimed uncontrollably, "could it be—"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," before he blurted out, I spread my hands frankly, "I admire your kingly way, but I can't empathize with you."

"Mr. Velvet," I kept staring intently at these heroic spirits who gathered miracles to manifest, and tilted my head slightly. From the corner of my eye, I found the young Master who was lying on the ground covering his mouth, "Are you from English?"

"Huh?" The boy asked back, then nodded, "Yes, you asked this..."

doing what?

"Boy," the King of Conquerors pushed down the head of his master with a question mark, "you don't need to ask any more."

"That's because I also have my own country. Everyone has it." The young master's words were interrupted, but I didn't stop, but continued to speak vigorously.

"In my country, the 'wang' has disappeared for nearly a hundred years."

I keenly noticed that someone's breathing was chaotic for a moment, but I didn't locate a clear direction.

"Although it's offensive..." I looked at these heroes who remained in the past era one by one, and continued speaking,

"But the existence of 'King' is really too far away from me."

The Qing Dynasty has been dead for so many years.

I thought of my firm materialist world view, and the fine manipulation of ninjutsu and illusion that I could never assimilate and master, as well as any mysterious techniques. middle--

I moved my fingertips slightly, and the vines rose from the palm of my hand, winding around my arms, shoulders, and cheeks on both sides bit by bit.

Then radiate to the lower back, and then down, spread to the whole body.

"Internally, I am loyal to my country and unswervingly follow the leader who leads the flag at the forefront."

I lowered my hands, raised my head, and showed them the happy smiles and trusting tone of the people standing in the present:

"On the outside, I believe in myself, I represent myself, and I will lead myself."

"Whenever I do, I'm proud of the path I've taken."

As the words fell, I turned my right hand slightly, and the big naginata slipped into my palm silently.

"As for your other question, Holy Grail. Rider, Your Excellency the King of Conquerors—" I took the initiative to attack, selected the next opponent, and made the last declaration before the battle in a reasonable manner.

"Different from your grand ideals, this is just a big selfishness."

I raised my other hand to my side, and the doctor I had cultivated a tacit understanding with was reflexively projected onto my hand.

"Let me introduce you to this idiot."

He was still happily watching the play, but he was caught off guard by seeing the doctor on his head. Because he moved faster than his brain, he still kept standing up suddenly, and glared angrily at the girl who made the urgent assembly gesture.

"Huahua, what happened—"

"Romani Archman."

His words were interrupted.

Then, he heard her proclaim to the whole world in a natural tone:

"An ordinary person who is destined not to be remembered by the world is also a hero who saved humanity in the extreme meteor shower."

"My friend, my predecessor, my comrade in arms."

"That's why I'm vying for the Holy Grail."

The forest-green branches broke through the ground, and at the same time, the scattered and hidden assassins were shot down precisely by the rain of arrows falling from the sky the moment they appeared.

The girl raised her hand high, and the big naginata drew an arc in the air, and the sharp blade pointed at the cavalry vanguard who raised his battle robe and made a charging posture.

The magic arrows released by the archer Arash are still pressing down on the sky, probably because the figure of the girl blocking the front is too tight, this human named "romantic" actually feels that the scene at this moment is very similar to that of the Temple of Time A meteor shower in the extreme sky.

Only this time, the person he protected behind stood in front of him.

One man guards the gate, and ten thousand men cannot open it.

"—Come to fight!"