gaze of war

A girl in a black robe appeared on the edge of the street corner.

There are currently three known magic workshops...Its owners are Tosaka Tokiomi of the Tosaka family of the "Founding Three Families", Kotomine Kirei, the dispatcher of the Fuyuki Church, and Kenneth Elmeloy Archibald from abroad.

Tohsaka Mansion, Fuyuki Church, and Hyatt Hotel.

Assassin, Archer, and Lancer.

According to Kirei, compared to his servant Assassin who is good at non-frontal combat, both Archer and Lancer have far higher combat effectiveness than themselves.Especially Archer, as an archer, one of the three major ranks, his own attributes are already very amazing, not to mention who is an archer - the ancient king, the hero king Gilga with 2/3 god blood Mesh.

"That is a proud king who regards the universe as his own garden."

Kotomine Kirei described him like this.

"Any treasure is the king's treasure, any wealth belongs to the king, and the king's order is above everything else. No one is allowed by the king, not even peeking at the king's appearance. If the king's majesty is offended, the king will give death. "

"Just a pretentious human being."

So Morrigan told his followers.

"Even if he has turned into a heroic spirit and is infinitely close to a god, he is not a god after all."

Even though he defeated the bull of heaven sent by the goddess Ishtar in the legend, he still made his best friend die under the curse of the gods.The so-called gods themselves are the aggregation of all phenomena. They may appear similar to humans, but they are essentially the same thing as air, sky, earth, and water.

You cannot kill the sky and the earth, nor can you kill the ancient gods.

But Gilgamesh will die.

Because he is still human after all.

"Even the King of Heroes in the oldest human mythology? As far as I know, the treasures of the king he possesses even include the weapons of the gods." Kotomine Kirei showed a confused expression.

"Heroic spirits preserve their power through the power of human faith. The reason why Gilgamesh is so powerful is only the ability endowed to him by the legends of later generations. The so-called treasures of the king are just mortal objects with the prototype of the god's weapon. Compared with the real weapon of the gods, it is like the gap between heaven and earth."

Morrigan laughed softly.

"If he is the father of all myths, and thus possesses the power of all gods, how then—how did the goddess who created his best friend and the goddess who cursed his best friend come into being?"

Gilgamesh hated God.

His lifelong best friend Enki was created by God, but he was also cursed by God to die.

The world has lost its meaning to him.

No, as long as the world is without his best friend, it is equally meaningless to him.

Gilgamesh, who participated in the war, only wanted to take back his own treasure—that is, the Holy Grail.But for this thing, he is not keen.For him, the battle in Fuyuki City was a sandbox game.

God-hating demigod?

Morrigan was lost in thought.

If she gets in touch with it too soon... probably it won't turn out the way she wants to see.

While thinking, he cast his eyes towards the window of the clothing store facing the street.With light footsteps, Morrigan's smooth black robe gradually changed towards the clothing style in the window.

The collar is gradually stretched, hardened, and erected, the shoulders are gradually exposed, the arms are slowly tightened and straightened, and the hem is shortened.

Turning the intersection, what people saw was already a girl in a uniform black coat.The edges of the uniform meandered with tangled lines, showing a dull red color, the first being slim black trousers, and a pair of bare feet without shoes and socks.

It is almost exactly the same as the clothes worn by the dummy in the window.And of course, no shoes.

All the passers-by who noticed this cast surprised glances at the girl.

Walking barefoot in the streets on a cold night like this?And, with such a natural gesture...

He didn't respond to all kinds of attention, as if he didn't notice it.Morrigan stepped barefoot on the hard ground calmly, walking in the direction of the flow of people without looking sideways.

Passed by every passerby who had cast their eyes on her.

And they hurriedly looked ahead or ran forward, as if they had completely forgotten the existence of Morrigan, and there was no such a girl in their vision.

"... lancer."

The crisp voice full of displeasure brought back the spearman's wandering thoughts.

Noticing that the red-haired hostess was looking at him angrily, Lancer lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Today's lancer still has the task of wandering around Fuyuki City, wantonly exuding his aura to attract other heroic spirits, but different from before, the mistress who provided him with magic power - the master's fiancée - Miss Sola also strongly followed.

"Kenneth? You said that Lancer refused to tell you why he stayed, didn't you? Then I will take on the responsibility of monitoring his actions, right? Anyway, I am not the Commander, and I will not be attacked because the Command Seal is recognized "With a natural and tough attitude, Sola suppressed all Kenneth's opinions, and followed Lancer with his back straightened under his aggrieved and depressed eyes.

But Lancer is more resistant to this than Kenneth - even if he is blind, he can feel how passionate Miss Sola's eyes are on him.Having already experienced being forced to elope by the lord's fiancée in the age of mythology, he is extremely disgusted with such a similar situation.Because such things never came from his own will.

And this lady...

Lancer frowned, twisting his shoulders uncomfortably.

Saying "Isn't my magic power enough to maintain your materialization?!" The eldest lady ordered him to walk in the city in the form of a material entity, and bought him some clothes on the grounds that "you are too out of place". Complete outfit from top to bottom.But compared to the armor that fits the body and is easy to fight, the clothes made of this hard and restrictive cloth really make him feel uncomfortable.

Uniform, tie, sweater, trousers, leather shoes—it was as if his whole body was being bitten by insects, making Lancer's scalp numb.

And when Lancer dressed up like this walked on the street, the effect was like a storm.

Originally had a glorious appearance, but also has a strong physique.After putting on formal modern clothes, he is a handsome man who will be accosted on the street.And this situation is even more serious for Diarmuid - almost every woman who sees him screams and faints, or rushes over with flushed cheeks.

Diarmuid's expression tensed immediately.The memory of the age of mythology has made him miserable, and he instinctively wanted to get rid of this situation through heroic transformation, but the force from his arm stopped him.

His right arm was tightly held by Sora with a livid face beside him, as if declaring ownership, neither allowing him to become a heroic spirit, nor allowing him to get close to those butterfly women who rushed up as if smelling the fragrance.That exclusive posture made Lancer's body stiff.

Lancer, who originally wanted to hide his figure, had to stay where he was.

Beside her was the hostess holding her arms tightly, and in front of her eyes were countless women like tigers and wolves.

Lancer's good chivalry comes into play.He didn't make any rude moves, and didn't say anything. He just closed his eyes slightly and turned his face away patiently.

A deep black streaked across the edge of vision.

The golden pupils shrank suddenly.

Diarmuid's body trembled like an electric shock.

The legs and feet were raised spontaneously, and the body leaned in that direction, but the movement failed because the arms were blocked.

When Lancer went to look for it again, the figure was gone.

Do not……

Diarmuid yelled in pain in his heart.

Don't disappear, Morrigan!

During the time he was recovering from his injuries, Diarmuid thought back to the Celtic era, thought of that night, thought of the stone, and then thought of Morrigan's tears before his death.Thinking of her kiss when she reunited with him, thinking of the sly look in her eyes when she claimed to punish him.

Like all women who fall in love, she first gives the kiss and then teases her lover with clever words.

But what did Diarmuid say then?

[I will dedicate my loyalty to my lord, and I will dedicate my soul to you after death. 】

Think of the expression on his pale face when he ran away.

【You abandoned me again, Diarmuid——】

What did Diarmuid say?

[Sorry, Morrigan!I must go to rescue my master—after this is done, I will definitely come back and accept all your punishments! 】

punish?

If anything, it must be because of hate.

It hurts.

It hurts……

Diarmuid reached out his hand reflexively to touch his chest, wanting to hold the stone as before to find a little comfort.

Only after grabbing a handful of air did he realize that the Goddess had completely destroyed the stone because he had to project it to find his consciousness.

That is the only connection between them.

And he first denied love, and then lost the stone.

The pain and heaviness in his chest became more and more obvious, almost making Diarmuid unable to breathe.

It hurts--

It hurts! !

That heart that ached because it was missing half.

Why can you still jump?

Even if you groan in pain, even if you are bloody, you are still struggling and beating.Your rhythm is calling that name... the name that he is no longer qualified to call out.

"lancer!" The red-haired hostess noticed his strange behavior and called out his name in a hurried voice.

But what exists here at this time is not the spearman lancer, but a heroic spirit named Diarmuid.

Diarmuid shook off Sola's hand, rushed out of the crowd with a gust of speed, ran towards a certain direction, and disappeared from Sola's sight.

"Lancer!!!!" There was a gradually diminishing call from behind, but Diarmuid turned a deaf ear.

He frantically walked through houses and streets, trying to find the black that brushed the corner.

He unleashes all his magic.

where is she?

I can't see her back anywhere.

where is she?

There was no trace of her anywhere.

where is she?

Her voice was nowhere to be heard.

I don't know... how to call her.

Unable to maintain his own materialization, Diarmuid stood in the middle of the deserted street in a daze.

As if he had suffered a huge blow, his face was terribly pale.

He stood quietly for a while with his eyes downcast, then slowly raised his hand and covered his chest.

then.

Bending down in pain.

"... Morrigan..."

Please, answer me one more time.

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