[Fate Gun Brother] The 2.5th Holy Grail War

Embrace a more meaningful death—”

But a second voice within him immediately rebutted.

"baffling.Why is it so unbearable but still greedy for life? 』

At this time, Tohsaka Ye smiled at himself for the last time in his 17-year career, and shed the last tear.Just laughing and crying.

This is the first decision made by a girl who has never been able to make her own decisions since she was a child.

After thinking for a moment, Ye walked towards the "sea".

"Ah, what on earth am I..."

The girl shook her head amusedly.The body exposed outside the icy river water became smaller and smaller...

***

It became like this again.

Diarmuid dragged his heavily bound body—in fact, his whole body was covered with bandages—and lay quietly on his back on an absolutely comfortable bed.Of course, this bed was stolen.To be precise, it belongs to the infirmary on the first floor of a certain Charles University in Prague.

Charles University is the oldest university in Prague and in Central Europe.The location is south of the heart of the old town.It was only a few streets away from Caster's position.

Heyamendi, who used hypnotic magic to run rampant in the school, cheated the key from the guard at night, led Diarmuid to the infirmary, requisitioned the beds, and searched for medicines and equipment.

There are two main factors that temporarily change the escape route.Heyamendi judged that Einzbern had no intention of chasing and killing Diarmuid, and the severity of Diarmuid's injury was really not suitable for a long-distance attack.

Another gaffe in front of the master.

When he stepped into the door of the room he had found after spending the night overnight, Diarmuid collapsed on the ground like a puppet whose strings were broken, just like when he returned to the small church after the fourth day of the deadly battle.

The method of enchanting Diarmuid on the sword with the magic of water was useless, she tried it.This is because the connection between them has not been broken, and the magic power in Heyamendi's body has always been absorbed by his own Servant.If it weren't for the magic power provided by the Master, Diarmuid might not even be able to maintain his physical human form.

Obviously it is one of the three most outstanding knight classes, but it is plagued by the fact that its own magic power storage is inferior to other heroic spirits, which leads to slow self-healing.It is no exaggeration to say that Diarmuid's body is riddled with holes.Although he avoided fatal injuries with his A+ agility, he was affected by Berserker's Anti-Army Noble Phantasm.

There is no warmth in the healing scene, and there is little communication between the master and the slave.It was another death fight that ended, allowing both of them to have enough time to think about the problems that they couldn't think about before the battle.

Sitting on the bed, the bloodless spearman's heroic posture was completely different from when he stood on the battlefield fighting the enemy bravely, and his breathing was too abnormally serene.

"The injury... will it heal?"

Diarmuid sat cross-legged on the hospital bed, with his hands on his lap, frowning slightly.The tingling sensation spread from the upper limb of the right hand, like a wooden awl hitting an ice block, even the famous hero couldn't help but tighten his shoulders.

"Please give me some time." Diarmuid, who was disturbed by the question, came back to his senses, and lowered his eyes a little ashamedly, "I'm very sorry, my magic reserve is too low... I can't quickly treat."

As he listened, he passed the needle and thread through the man's skin.After simply dealing with the scratch on his right hand, he has been working on first aid for Diarmuid's bruised body.There were three major wounds, and Heyamendi, who was really disgusted, first used cotton balls to disinfect and apply medicine.The wound is then stitched shut.As for the other small scars all over the back, chest and limbs, they were basically treated as quickly as possible.The nearly three-inch-long blood-red gash on his right arm was the last one left.

"It's not your fault. It's my problem as the master. If I have time, I will learn healing magic again. It's much faster than the stupid way now."

Heyamendi's words made Diarmuid smile from the bottom of his heart.But soon, he was immersed in the ocean of meditation again and couldn't extricate himself.He Yamendi didn't know what the heroic spirit was thinking, she turned her head and asked with some anxiety:

"Lancer, do you have something to say?"

"……that."

"Okay, I know what you want to say."

"..."

"About Berserker and his former master?"

"...I can't deny it."

Diarmuid's voice was filled with subtle panic, like a fawn fleeing indiscriminately after being hunted and killed by a group of lions.The handsome face was shrouded in a guilty blush.In front of his master who was only half a meter away from him, he couldn't even hide it.

"You want to ask me why I didn't let her force the Servant to commit suicide after kidnapping the girl?"

"...!"

"Because if you do that, you'll be like the magician who killed you."

Suddenly, the black-haired spearman shook his shoulders uncontrollably.Of course he knew that the master was referring to the magician in the black windbreaker who used tricks to wipe out their group collectively during the Fourth Holy Grail War.He didn't even realize that the pain was still there, which made him bite his lips with some resentment.

"It's ridiculous. You've done something bad, but you're delusional in the silly thoughts of 'should it be completely painted black' or 'grey that's neither white nor black'....Yeah, if you directly control that little girl to make Berserker It's not so much a matter of killing it. I'm too indecisive. This also proves that I'm just a half-assed Master."

He Yamendi stared at Diarmuid with those ice-blue eyes that were indifferent to everything, and the latter raised his head, looking back at his master with composure in a daze.

"Kindness is a gift from God, please never throw it away, and always carry it with kindness."

There was a pleading look on that handsome face.Persistence in belief and extension of righteousness.Perhaps this noble knight will never be able to understand how the chivalry he believed in faded in the pursuit of fame and wealth.

Go to the battlefield of glory with the master, send destruction to the enemy, and deliver victory to the master.

This is a dream that a knight can never achieve.

A shameless enemy who is incompatible with his dreams and cursed by himself, but the current master is doing the same thing.

The more you pursue it, the more pain you will have.

Because——the one who made her do these things against her conscience was herself.Everything the master does is for him.It is he who keeps the master committing new crimes.

Although she fought for victory in a domineering, selfish, and subjective way, completely disregarding the followers' ideas, Diarmuid couldn't blame her at all.

"I always feel that the longer I get along with you, the more innocent I become."

"……It's my fault."

Heyamendi looked away from the spearman's apologetic face, and returned to the needle and thread in his hand.

"The battle between you and Berserker is entirely up to you to handle. I have no advice or advice for you, and I will not interfere. This can't go on like this... It's time to let go."

"I see."

The reason why he would answer this way is because Diarmuid didn't think much at all, and he didn't have to think too much, so he responded accordingly.He heard the sound of Heyamendi cutting off the excess sutures, which sounded together with her usual cold voice.

"End the Holy Grail War as soon as possible, and I can return to hell to sleep peacefully."

"...What kind of place is that?"

"It's a nice place. The only home. Only there can I feel 'peace'."

"..."

--how is this possible?

Even Heroic Spirits who have acquired modern knowledge cannot imagine what kind of place "Hell" would be.In books and film and television works, it is always portrayed as a synonym for horror. The land of the dead that punishes and imprisons those who committed crimes during their lifetime is just a vague and false legend.

hell.It is believed to be the place where people's souls go after death, where they wait for reincarnation and reincarnation.However, no one can exactly describe what "it" looks like.Because even if hell really exists, and those who go there are dead, how can it be possible to tell the living what they saw and heard?

"Almost, I'll clean it up for you."

In a daze, Diarmuid heard what his master said.Heyamendi dipped the towel into the basin of water beside him, and helped him to wash his body.

She didn't know that there was a daydreaming but very convenient way to replenish mana in a large amount in a short period of time—to generate a high degree of excitement in the body; and another inhumane method—to absorb human souls.Replenishing mana can urge the Servant to speed up its self-healing ability.The first method, Diarmuid was once hinted at when he became a servant of Chilua.But he didn't say anything, just silently endured the tingling sensation of the needle and thread piercing through the skin, with an appearance of "up to you".

During the whole process, Diarmuid looked at his master's face dedicated to healing himself, and felt the master's professional techniques of suturing, knotting and bandaging.Finally, there is the touch of the slightly hot fingertips pinching the towel to wipe the body.In the most optimistic case, half of them would heal by sunrise tomorrow, and the other half would disappear on him by sunset.

"Okay, it's done."

"Thank you."

Then they didn't talk.The strong smell of potion lingered in the closed room for a long time.After finishing the finishing work, Heyamendi left Diarmuid alone in the infirmary on the pretext of going out to have a shower