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"So, the Holy Grail War ended inexplicably? In one day? Is this the fastest Holy Grail War in history?"

Astolfo put his hands behind his head and said with emotion.

The Holy Grail War has ended before it even started, which will inevitably make people feel empty, but the Holy Grail that was contested is no longer there, and it seems that there is not much point in continuing to fight.

But in any case, the first Holy Grail War is over, and there are still so many heroic spirits who have survived, so how to decide where they go is a big deal.

"It feels like we didn't do anything, and the winner came out." Mordred couldn't hold back his tongue. She also felt that the Holy Grail War ended inexplicably, but fortunately, the Master got along well with her, which is true A windfall.

"But is it really possible? Let our group of heroic spirits walk in this world, the world will be in chaos, right?" Siegfried asked uneasily.

All the heroic spirits turned their attention to Karna, as a follower of the best life in the deep, he should know more.

"My master said that as compensation for taking away the Great Holy Grail, you can feel the style of later generations during this period of time as compensation."

Karna said calmly.

"But of course there are restrictions. After you are fleshed out, you can't use the treasure, and you must not harm humans, and you must not do things that are harmful to the world. Once these two rules are broken, the ruler and I will send it back. Seat of Heroes."

"As Karna said, if there is a follower who breaks the rules, I will perform my duties as a ruler."

As a ruler, Joan of Arc doesn't understand why the Holy Grail War ended so suddenly, but since there are still several servants who have never returned to the Seat of Heroes, she has an obligation to stay to protect the human world from being destroyed by powerful Heroic Spirits .

"It's not really a strict bondage," Achilles agreed.

"It's a pity that the Holy Grail War ended too early, and it's a pity that I didn't meet that saint formally." Chiron sighed.

And in the huge fortress still floating in the sky, Shakespeare was immersed in writing, his pen poured out a series of characters on the white paper like a snake, and he was still chanting fanatically, Sai He didn't even respond when Miramis came in.

"What are you writing?" The queen of Assyria waved her hand, and the scattered pages flew into her palm. Semiramis glanced roughly at ten lines at a glance, raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "You are still writing?" Write the story of the good life on the abyss? Could it be that you plan to give that saint a tragic ending? Then I will look at you with admiration."

Shakespeare just finished writing the last character, and he fell to the ground exhausted as if exhausted, but his face was flushed with excitement: "Finally, this story is finished!"

Shakespeare burst out laughing when he heard Semiramis' words: "Of course I like to write tragedies, but after writing the story of the saint, I feel that tragedy is not worthy of his story!"

"So you wrote a happy ending? This is not in line with your style." Shiro Amakusa, who came in behind Semiramis, asked with distrustful eyebrows.

"Of course not!" Shakespeare shook his head and said, "We are only logically deducing and compiling according to what we have seen—a person like Mr. Jiasheng who has embarked on a thorny road for the sake of all living beings, even if he is crowned a saint, he must not It will be as ruthless as a high god, as long as Yuanshang Jiasheng is still in the world, the gentle humanity in his heart will eventually allow him to step down from the altar and return to the world of mortals."

"However, to awaken his humanity depends on those human beings who still care about him. This ending is pretty good, right? A saint born from mortal beings, pulled down from the altar by mortal beings and returned to the world, the story echoes from beginning to end favourite!"

"The saint who was pulled down from the altar does not have a good ending." Semiramis sneered and frowned.

"This is probably the case for the empress, but for Mr. Jiasheng, maybe this is a good ending." Shakespeare disagreed, "After Mr. Jiasheng became a saint, my treasure has no effect on him. The so-called ending is natural. Nor will it be carried out according to what I wrote."

"What will happen in the end, no one knows—oh, I really want to go to the world where Mr. Jiasheng lives, at least I would like to witness the end of that saint with my own eyes..."

Shakespeare sighed regretfully.

*****

Back to his original world, Jiasheng on the Abyss, when he opened his eyes again, he thought he was still in the research institute where it all started, but unexpectedly, he was indeed in the research institute, only when he woke up Before coming here, it was taken over by the Japanese police as an illegal institution, and he was sent to the hospital for treatment as a victim.

Jiasheng Fuchinoue, who has little humanity left, was mistaken for having lost his personality in the long and inhumane experiment, and was carefully protected by the police.

Jiasheng Yuanzhi did not emphasize that he was actually fine, but calmly was admitted to the hospital according to the arrangement of the police.

While recuperating in the hospital, he had taken the organization back from his father and ordered all members of the organization to hibernate. The change of rights naturally caused turmoil within the organization, but Gin and Belmode Now that he has defected, the remaining senior cadres who do not want to obey him are naturally not to be feared. In addition, the blessings imposed by Gaia and Alaya on the good life of Yuanzhi, the counterattack of some members of the organization ended quietly, and the ownership of the organization It was also successfully transferred to the hands of Jiasheng Yuanshang.

The whitewashing and dismantling plan that was forced to be suspended a few years ago has been put on the agenda again. The remaining senior officials, such as Gin Wine and Belmode, are all on the side of Jiasheng on Yuanshang, organizing The disintegration plan went smoothly, and there was no need for Yoshio Fuchino to worry about anything else. He only needed to control the overall situation and command occasionally. After all, his subordinates were so capable—so he began to become a little bored.

When he is bored, the surrounding flowers, plants, trees, birds and animals will take the initiative to relieve him, the flowers and trees that bloom early, the birds that are not afraid of people, and the cats and dogs who try their best to jump in from the window edge to be stroked by Jia Sheng on the abyss , making his ward extremely lively.

Of course, the more lively ones are those old people who came to visit him.

Jiasheng Yuanzhi already knew that the audience in the live broadcast room were the people he knew, but now his heart is very calm, and he will not have any other thoughts about it.

Since they want to come and visit themselves, then come, why not?It's just that whether it's Xia Youjie or Gojo Satoru, or Dostoyevsky and Gogol, or Gin and Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, after talking with Kasei Fuchinoue, they will occasionally show a disappointed expression, If it was the former Yoshio Uchinoue, he would have asked the reason calmly, and then tried to solve their distress, but now Yoshio Uchinoue has lost that gentle and considerate heart.

Yoshinobuchi took it for granted that since they didn't take the initiative to express their confusion and ask for help, it must be a secret that they don't want others to know, and it is proper etiquette not to ask the bottom line.

In fact, those old people rushed over almost immediately after knowing that Jiasheng Yuanzhi was admitted to the hospital, just because Jiasheng Yuanzhi was protected as an important witness, and it was not easy to meet him.

But after all, they are not ordinary people. After dredging up some contacts, they will soon be able to meet Jiasheng Yuanzhi as long as they register.

Of course, it is impossible to go to the meeting empty-handed. A bouquet of flowers is necessary for visiting the patient, and other gifts also need to be prepared, which leads to the bouquets and gifts in Jiasheng Fuchinoue's room.

In order not to let these excessive bouquets and gifts take up space, Yoshio Fuchinoki asked the nurse to help organize those gifts.

Among the presents are home clothes with excellent taste. Both the design and craftsmanship are quite high-end, and they fit the size of Kasei Fuchinoue's body completely. Some of them are so suitable that people want to call the police. I knew it was a gift from Tatsuhiko Shibusawa.

There are also crates of gemstones, each of which is full of spirituality and can be used as long as it is enchanted. It can be seen that it was sent by someone who knows the best life in the abyss—this was probably sent by Xia Youjie.

As for the ones sent by Gojo Satoru, they are also very recognizable. Those limited-edition desserts of various colors are his handwriting, but because the desserts have an expiration date, after trying a few pieces of desserts, Kazuo Fuchinoue couldn’t finish them all by himself. And distributed these snacks to the nurse who helped.

There are also some books with a wide variety of books, and there are many unique copies in them. This gift is quite favored by Yuanshang Jiasheng, which can let him relieve boredom in his spare time. Along with the books, there are also vinyl records and A dedicated record player with excellent sound quality - it should have been sent by Dostoevsky.

Apart from these people who were deeply involved with Yoshio Fuchinoue, other viewers in the live broadcast room also sent their gifts. Suzuki Sonoko directly asked the Suzuki consortium to cover Yoshio Fuchinoue's medical expenses, and asked him to give him the highest level of medical care. For the service, I also sent discount coupons for all the companies under the name of the Suzuki Foundation mentioned in the live broadcast room before, and I really received it.

Nakahara Chuya sent him the fine wine that he has always cherished. Although Osamu Dazai ridiculed him with words like "how can a sick person drink alcohol?" As far as Osamu Dazai was concerned, the gift from Nakahara Chuya was quite satisfactory.

There is also a gift, which is an exquisite globe, on which the outlines of oceans and mountains are made lifelike, and it seems to be showing the world to the good life above the abyss. If we use the method of exclusion, it should be sent by Gogol .

"Hey, Mr. Jiasheng, whose gift do you like the most?" Dazai Osamu, who has always been in the fire, smiled and peeled an apple while deliberately asking, with the mentality of watching fun, he tirelessly came to visit Yuanshang Jiasheng's is probably the only one.

"I like all the gifts you gave me." Jiasheng Yuanzhi said calmly while sitting in the sun.

"Eh - this answer is really boring." Osamu Dazai finished peeling the apple, looked at the apple rabbit he had cut out with satisfaction, then forked a piece of pulp and handed it to Kao Fuchinoue's mouth.

He did it quite naturally, and Jiasheng Yuanzhi didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his current state, so he lowered his eyes and opened his mouth slightly, bit the piece of flesh, chewed it a few times, and let the sweet flesh soak his mouthpiece , and then swallow the lower abdomen.

Osamu Dazai rolled his eyes and asked again, "Is there anyone else asking this question besides me?"

"No, they are not curious about it." Jiasheng Yuanzhi told frankly.

It seems that they are afraid to confirm their position in Yuanshang Jiasheng's heart, so they avoid talking about it.

"Pfft, a bunch of cowards." Osamu Dazai taunted without hesitation, and had already figured out how to use this topic to tease the group of cowards, especially a certain devil and a certain clown magician—to be honest, Dazai Zhi is looking forward to the two people tearing it up, and he will definitely applaud when the time comes.

After chatting with Yoshio Fuchinogami for a while, Osamu Dazai stood up and said goodbye with a little regret. On the way, he happened to meet a certain demon who was going to visit Yoshio Fuchinogami.

Now that he saw it, Osamu Dazai couldn't pretend that the other party didn't exist. He showed a bright smile with malicious intent, and said hello briskly: "Oh, isn't this Mr. Tuosi? What a coincidence~"

"What's the matter, Dazai-kun." Dostoevsky was holding a large bouquet of lily-of-the-valleys. The faint scent of flowers lingered around the black-haired Russian, making him look more upright and elegant, and his purple eyes were indifferent. He glanced at Osamu Dazai.

"Of course I hope you don't come to harass Mr. Jiasheng again. The guy who makes him sad always appears before his eyes. It's not good for his condition."

Osamu Dazai and Dostoyevsky both knew that there was no problem with Yoshio Fuchinoue's body long ago. The most important thing was his mental state. They wanted to bring back the boy whose divinity had the upper hand. It's not enough to rely on one person's strength alone, so even though they don't want to see other people who are deeply involved with Yuanshang Jiasheng, but for the sake of Yuanshang Jiasheng, they still forcibly endured the feeling that filled their hearts. Soreness and bitterness.

But this does not mean that Dostoevsky can bear the provocation of Osamu Dazai, he smiled softly, raised his eyes calmly and said: "You don't need to worry about Dazai-kun, after all, compared to being just a stranger As a human, Mr. Jiasheng will recover faster when you are with familiar people."

Osamu Dazai's smile froze, and then exaggeratedly yelled with an unbelievable look: "No, no, I really think that Mr. Jiasheng only has a good impression of you? Rather than being with you Together, Mr. Jiasheng might as well be with me, at least I will treat him very gently and not make him sad."

"Ha ha."

Dostoevsky did not answer, but just looked at Osamu Dazai silently for a while, then the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a plain but ironic smile, and then he wiped his body and went to the ward without looking back. Walk.

"Tsk." Osamu Dazai clicked his tongue in a bad mood, thinking in his heart when it would be his turn to visit next time, and then he should buy some gifts and bring them over. I don't know if you like the rare flower seeds Jiasheng Jun?

Dostoevsky pushed open the door of the ward, and saw Yoshio Fuchinoue who was reading with his head down. His good mood towards Osamu Dazai just now sank, but he didn't want the wine-red haired boy to notice his weakness. Feeling lost, she showed a decent smile, walked to the round table, pulled out the original bouquet from the vase without hesitation, and planned to put the lily-of-the-valley in it.

"The rose was sent by Gogol yesterday, and it hasn't withered yet."

Jiasheng Yuanzhi said softly.

Dostoevsky said without changing his face: "It's better to change into a new bouquet. The flowers you see every morning are different, so you will feel more pleasantly surprised, right?"

Kasei Fuchinogami, whose divinity has the upper hand, would not argue with Dostoevsky on such trivial matters. The black-haired Russian also noticed this, and he sighed inwardly, but the action of replacing the flowers did not make any difference. hesitate.

"Aren't you tired yet?" The burgundy-haired boy closed the pages of the book in his hands, and was calmly taken care of by Dostoevsky.

"What do you mean?" asked Dostoyevsky, carefully covering the quilt for the good student on the deep side.

"Of course it refers to this kind of troublesome visiting behavior. Every time you deliberately stagger the time to visit me, don't you have anything else to do?"

Jiasheng Yuanzhi just lost most of his humanity, which doesn't mean he has become stupid. If he doesn't say anything, it doesn't mean he doesn't know.

Dostoevsky stopped what he was doing, said without changing his expression, "I don't know about the others, but to me, there is nothing more important than you. "

"Don't worry, I'm afraid I won't change back to my previous appearance. You should also know that it is not something humans can do to pass through the barriers of the world with such a powerful force."

"...You chose to embark on that thorny road. I respect you, but at the same time, I don't regret what I have done now."

Dostoevsky stared at the burgundy-haired boy and said slowly.

He was not used to this method of dissecting his own heart, but Dostoevsky understood that in front of the abyss of divinity, even he was more human than him, half of his words were hidden. Habits have no effect on him.

"Besides, haven't you already started to have doubts? When you asked me this question, I was very happy, which shows that you are slowly getting back to the old state. Although it is only a little bit, it also shows that we It's not hopeless."

The dark-haired Russian smiled softly.

Jiasheng Yuanzhi was stunned for a moment, he looked back at Dostoyevsky, and asked uncertainly: "Is that so? I just looked at you and felt sorry... I know you want to get back the past Me, but I can’t remember how I felt when I faced you.”

There is no joy, no sorrow, no sadness, Jiasheng Yuanzhi still remembers the past memories of himself and them, but the emotions in the memory are like being completely erased by an eraser, leaving only a blank piece.

"It's okay, you can think about it slowly." Before Dostoyevsky answered, the voice of Gogol rang out first. I don't know when he arrived. Warm roses, and I don’t care that the roses I sent yesterday were thrown into the trash can by Dostoevsky, because he brought a bouquet, and he also prepared a new vase, which is very suitable for roses .

"We have enough time to accompany you, let you think about it, you can trust me more." Gojo Satoru, who suddenly appeared in the ward with a spell, said without showing any weakness.

"Jiasheng, trust us one more time, no matter how long it takes, even if you can't remember, I will always be with you."

Xia Youjie, who appeared on the balcony of Yuanshangjia's ward sitting on Honglong's back, said.

"So don't leave anymore, I can only watch the pain of your back going away, I don't want to taste it again." Shibusawa Ryuhiko who appeared at an unknown time, stuffed the gift into Kasei Fuchinoue's body naturally hand, said solemnly.

"Please don't surround my boss, and I don't need to worry about taking care of him and accompanying him. It's the best way for you to stay away from him and not cause trouble for him." Gin Jiu's deep voice sounded, That icy gaze was like a sharp blade trying to cut through the flesh and blood of other people, but none of the people present were veterans, so Gin's gaze did not play the role of expelling pests.

If it was the former Jiasheng Yuanzhi, he would probably be very puzzled why all these people suddenly appeared in front of him. Could it be that they were staying nearby 24 hours a day and always paying attention to his actions?Or did they actually bug the ward?Otherwise, how could he explain that as soon as his attitude loosened, these people rushed out one after another, even being able to catch up on the conversation—knowing such details, it could even be said to be terrifying.

But now, even if Jiasheng Yuanzhi thought of this, he didn't think it was a big deal. He leaned on the head of the bed, looked at the eyes of various colors standing beside the hospital bed, staring at him eagerly waiting, and thought about it. Said: "I can't give you a definite answer, but I promise you, I will try my best to respond to you."

This is enough, they have never thought that just a word can make their heart beat faster and excited, the persistence and waiting for a long time is worth it, even Shibusawa Ryuhiko can't help but slightly widen his eyes, Showed an excited expression.

Gojo Satoru always did whatever he wanted, so he was so happy that he opened his arms first and embraced him, acting like a giant white cat, acting like a spoiled child to Jiasheng Fuchi.

Jiasheng Yuanzhi did not refuse, and gently reached out his hand to stroke his hair, and said softly: "Thank you, Wu Jun."

Now that the others quit, they wanted to hug one by one. Even Gin walked over silently and bent down, grabbing the back of Yuanshang Jiasheng possessively, and resting his head on the On the shoulders of the burgundy-haired boy, he smelled the faint scent of flowers from Jiasheng Yuanzhang.

The branches with pink buds blooming outside the window are shaking gently, and the rain of flowers is falling like blowing snow. The long winter is finally over, spring has come, and their story continues.

But presumably, that will definitely be a happy ending that makes everyone smile.

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