Uchiha is at it again!

...Is it the result that I die?

Diarmuid barely stood up, even though the golden spear pierced his heart and brought his holy grail battle to an end at this time, he still slightly bent his eyes and smiled at the panting caster.

"You are really good... Caster, you won."

Although it is a pity that my wish has not been fulfilled, but to be able to die proudly in battle as a soldier... I am also satisfied.

"Thank you, caster."

He closed his eyes softly: "To meet you, this Holy Grail War will not be in vain."

"Huh...huh..."

Oh my god, as expected of Lancer.

Queyou panted heavily. Since Sharingan evolved into Sangouyu, his physical strength is almost the same as that of ordinary ninjas without opening his eyes. He is not as perverted as before. He can fight Enkidu for two or three days without panting. .

Lancer disappeared into the golden light with a smile, Que Youcai's legs went limp, if Caster hadn't appeared and grabbed his collar quickly, he would have fallen faceless on the ground with no image.

"Look at you like this, why, you have regressed to this point, let Lancer force you to this point."

He sneered, and was given a weak look by Que You: "You know exactly what state I am in now... just now what kind of ability or magic is useless... from the beginning to the end, I was just fighting for simple spear skills."

Seeing the appearance of the golden "archer" made Kenneth nervous for a moment, worried that this moody follower would kill him regardless that he was no longer a contestant, caster waved his hand towards him, broke away from the "archer" and stood to the ground.

"You did a good job just now? Kenneth, I'm impressed by you."

Queyou, who had recovered, patted his clothes, and stretched out his hand towards him, a golden swirl that was the same as Archer appeared above his palm, and fell out - a silver pendant?

"This is a newly made magic prop. Here it is, it's no problem to protect you back to England... I'm still very confident in my defensive magic."

Queyou threw it to him, and proudly gave a thumbs up: "Even if a hijacked plane explodes, you won't die!"

Caster snorted coldly: "Then fell alive and drowned in the sea."

"..."

Queyou raised his head to look at the caster, his face was blank for a moment: "...I didn't expect this."

"Huhahahahahahahahahaha! It's still far away, brat."

Caster laughed and rumpled his hair, but Archer appeared with a sulky face, and gave Queyou a hard look.

Queyou who didn't know where to poke something:? ? ?

Found Kenneth/Sora with two "archers": ? ? ? ! ! !

Archer crossed his arms and looked at Queyou with displeasure: "You haven't given me the magic props you made yet."

Queyou: "...Don't slander me out of thin air, like I'm ruthless. Didn't I give you almost all of them when I was in Uruk?!"

Archer is confident: "The past is the past, and the present is the present! I don't care."

Queyou endured and endured: "...I made it for you, and I will give you a special luxury jewelry version when I go back."

Are you a primary school student?Is it a three-year-old child?Who among us is the seven-year-old kid?

Archer raised his chin contentedly and left, but Caster propped his head up and couldn't believe that his previous self was so childish.

If you ask Queyou, the current caster is not much worse.

I don't know what Kenneth and Sora, who witnessed everything, were thinking.

"Najill, let's walk back slowly!"

Queyou stretched out his hand towards Caster, and Caster raised the corners of his lips, took his soft little hand and wrapped it in his palm: "Are you acting like a baby? You really look cute."

"Do you think I'm cuter?"

Queyou touched his face happily: "Hey, our Uchihas don't say anything else, our appearance is first-class."

"Barely, it's still far behind this king."

"...Kenneth, what's going on here? Why are there two archers?"

Sola looked at the caster and the servant who was exactly the same as the archer, and asked Kenneth suspiciously. Kenneth didn't answer her immediately, but carefully put the silver pendant on Sola's neck.

"...We don't need to know much, Sora."

He touched Sora's face tentatively, and gently wiped off the dust with his fingertips: "Let's go."

Queyou was walking in the Fuyuki City at night held by the Xian Wang, like a father and son just like everyone else, except that his appearance was a little foul.

The handsome blond man deliberately slowed down his pace to take care of the bouncing children around him. His thoughtful behavior made the girls who came back late whisper to each other, screaming in a low voice with blushing faces.

"Jill, the Holy Grail War is coming to an end."

"Ah."

"In other words, we are about to part again."

"Now you want to tell me, are you going to cry?"

Queyou lowered his head: "Who would cry... just a little reluctant, only a little bit."

The Xian Wang raised his eyebrows and waited for the next sentence, and as expected, he heard Que You muttering in a low voice: "Okay, it's still a little more than a little."

"You weren't so sentimental last time, Queyou. Why, have you been spoiled by this king and turned into a little girl?"

"It's different."

Que You raised his voice to retort: ​​"The last time we parted you, you said confidently in front of me that you were going to find the elixir, but when we meet again, you are already a heroic spirit."

"so what?"

The virtuous king asked leisurely: "Reluctant to part with this king, afraid that we will never see each other again?"

"……Um."

Queyou looked down at the straight line on the sidewalk and said in frustration, "Enkidu has already left, if even Jill can't be seen..."

"..."

The Xian Wang stopped, Que You looked up at him suspiciously, and was caught off guard by the Xian Wang.

"Sure enough, he's still a child."

The Xian King said with a smile: "No one will always be with you. Human life is a constant separation. In the final analysis - you will get used to it."

Queyou hugged his neck silently, and buried his face on his broad shoulders: "Still thinking about what unexpected words you will say...Stupid Jill."

"The vocabulary is still ridiculously lacking, sparrow—hiss! Are you a dog?! Let go!"

the next day.

Not seeing Tokiomi and Kirei, the two Jills were playing games together again, Chosuke looked left and right, and called Kariya when he was free.

It was Sakura who answered the phone, speaking in a soft voice.

"Hello? May I ask who you are? Uncle Kariya is inconvenient to answer the phone right now, please tell me if you have anything to do, and I will pass it on to him."

"Sakura, it's me!"

"Brother Queyou!"

Sakura's voice immediately raised a bit, and she could hear that she was very happy: "Are you looking for Uncle Kariya?"

"Not really." I can't say it, I'm just bored...

Queyou broke into a cold sweat: "By the way, it's very noisy over there, what happened?"

"After Berserker regained some sense, he seemed to feel that it was his duty to take care of us, so he took on the responsibility of cooking."

Sakura glanced at the flickering kitchen and whispered into the microphone: "But it still retains some of the Berserker's characteristics, and now Uncle Kariya, Father, and Uncle Kirei... are all stopping Berserker from entering the kitchen .”

"...I remember Berserker saying he was Lancelot."

"Yes."

"No wonder, British cuisine."

Queyou sighed, and there was a faint voice from the microphone.

"Master, please believe that I will not make a mistake this time!"

"No! Last time I believed you, what did you do! Don't you feel guilty when you are looked at by those fishes who are dying!"

"Master!"

“Mashed potatoes don’t work either!!”