[Fate Gun Brother] The 2.5th Holy Grail War

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Hearing the light footsteps fading away, the man on the bed sighed.

Servants do not need to sleep.Lying on the bed and closing your eyes can only achieve the effect of closing your eyes and resting your mind.As long as the Master's magic power is sufficient, fatigue will naturally have nothing to do with Heroic Spirits.Therefore, he cannot temporarily forget some things through sleep.

After the nap, it's the decisive battle.The future direction has been determined.The person standing in front of him this time is - "Finn".

Confusion, fear and anxiety, these emotions turned into a quagmire surrounded him.Feeling his fragility and powerlessness, Diarmuid trembled slightly.

God is jealous of talents.The prohibition of love and the oath of loyalty are the harshest punishment given to this man by God.Betrayed Finn for Grania in previous life.The duty that failed to be fulfilled is to be retrieved on this battlefield called Prague.

But who would have expected that the opponent that fate arranged for him would be——

The person who once swore allegiance, but was forced to defect because of the conflict between love and loyalty, and wanted to redeem his sins through the Holy Grail War.

He knew very well that after meeting Berserker, who had unraveled the mystery of his identity, outside the abandoned factory where Kayak died, he had generously expressed his determination to Heyamendi.And that was just pretending to be calm and brave—although he was confident and clear that he would be loyal to Heyamendi, but when he calmed down and reviewed the facts before him, Diarmuid found it still difficult to accept.

In order to serve the master of the present life, one must be an enemy of the master of the previous life.

In order to offset the sins of the past, one should not be hostile to the lord of the previous life.

But this will break the trust of the master in this world.

There is no answer to be found in the ever-looping spiral maze.The positive and negative thoughts welling up from the bottom of my heart were like twin flowers with thorns, binding Diarmuid's heart with branches and leaves full of thorns.It contracted and tightened violently, as if every breath brought a deep pain.

His heart was torn in two again.

Reminding myself over and over that this is a war of redemption, over and over.

The tragedy must not be allowed to happen again.

But if the person standing in front of him is Finn—at this time, can he fight without any distractions?

what should I do?

If this is destiny, if it is destiny, shouldn't we accept it with a straight chest?

Fate is ill-fated, and good fortune tricks people.The god who controls destiny must be a rather vulgar guy who likes to sneer at others by nature.

His Royal Highness Heyamendi——

I really want to experience that part of the past with you, master.If I serve by your side, will everything change, will it save you from blaming yourself in hell?

Take yourself too seriously.Diarmuid couldn't help but feel amused at his whimsy.

Finn...

And why did you come to the stage of despair of the Holy Grail?

No matter what, Diarmuid can never forget the days when he and Finn rode a steed across the grasslands, and the years when they stood opposite to each other and defended against the enemy together.His leader, his uncle.

But... something like that happened.

Until the last moment of his life, he sincerely begged Finn to forgive him.

forgive.While he was still alive, this possibility was close to zero.What's more, after becoming Servants who are hostile to each other and appearing in the world——

The misfortune he encountered was just a bad joke played by fate.

Only those who dare to face fate are the real warriors.If this is the fate he cannot escape, then he can only face it.Thinking of this, Diarmuid slightly raised his amber eyes to look at the moon outside the window.

Was she also looking at the same crescent moon?

She must be guarded, in these last days——

my lord...

The knight couldn't help sighing.

It was unknown whether it was calling for Finn or Heyamendi, the sigh that filled the whole heart.

***

In the silent night before midnight, Heyamendi, who was alone, leaned against the wall outside the building.In this prestigious university with nearly ten thousand academic staff and students, it was as quiet as a cemetery under the moonlight.With her hands folded behind her back, she raised her head slightly, staring at the moon, looking a little out of control.

Maybe it will be over tomorrow.This wonderful journey back to the world.

The word "tomorrow"—meaning many things.

We will be separated from that Heroic Spirit.

Heyamendi's perception of Servant is at best the summoner's entourage.Relying on the magical power provided by the Master, it is possible to maintain its current state.It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a puppet.

However, Diarmuid is different.

The strong, saints, and great heroes who have left their names in history and legends, these people who are extolled as eternal memories by the people, are revived in the real world by induction summoning, and are used by magicians who are ordinary people.

There are seven sets of combinations like this.While defending their own Master, they expel their opponents, fighting each other for the Holy Grail... According to past experience, this is indeed something Heyamendi could not imagine.

Thinking about it this way, what a treasure the Holy Grail is.After all, summoning a Servant is only a small part of the power of the Holy Grail.Being involved in a war that doesn't belong to me, but got the best heroic spirit.

Heyamendi could only sigh softly in a conflicted state of mind due to his strong rejection of the Holy Grail and Diarmuid's complex emotions.

Heroic Spirits... Servants...

The sound of waves rang out.

It seems to be able to see the coastline in the distance, the faint light is covered with a layer of soft mist, illuminating the end of the sea.

Of course, there will be no such sounds and views around the building.

It seems to be caught in some strange thoughts.What Heyamendi thought of was—Caster's temple.

The beach stretches forward.What's on the other side of the sea.Was it the peaceful ocean or the inseparable master and slave that made her really moved?

To put it bluntly, I'm just a little reconciled.Not envy nor jealousy.Just not reconciled.But she will never tell anyone about her thoughts that she can't even understand.

The name that she was unwilling to say out of her mouth no matter what, she hated to hear that name spit out from her lips easily.It made her feel dirty.

Hatred for him has become a habit.

Yes. "Hating James" is a common thing.It's not clear whether Heyamendi really hates Yames, and he doesn't want to make it clear.

But if we had been able to talk frankly and thoroughly at the beginning...would the ending be different.

"what."

The sound of He Yamendi's chuckle was basically made unconsciously.Having such an idea really made her want to laugh at herself.He put his palm between his eyebrows and deeply supported his forehead.Close your eyes and listen to the sound of insects chirping.When she put her hand down, her expression became numb.

The cool wind lifted her white and soft hair.Hoyamendi felt a numbness in his arm.Through my own hands, I actually saw the cork floor paved in the corridor under my feet.

"—"

Looking through the hand with real feeling, I saw other things.Is it because my body has become transparent, or my eyes are about to go blind.

But in the blink of an eye, He Yamendi took another look, only to realize that he was wrong again.What is displayed in the field of vision is still the color of the skin.

It turned out to be the case.

The body of this undead is no longer viable.The Holy Grail will eventually take back the destiny bestowed upon her, just as the Dragonlord took back the Immortals he created so many years ago.

Time is running out.Another day, or two days?

Just be patient for a little while longer.The enemy he was about to face was none other than the young master of the Einzbern family who looked very similar to Jamez.

What is happening now is simply a replica of the previous life.They have diametrically opposite positions, and they can't communicate through language. The two people who had a deep grudge during the Holy Grail War may only communicate by force.

But even so is fine.Get over your disgust and fear of that face, only this time.

Stop feeling burned and turn away.

It only needs to be done once.

While thinking in his heart, He Yamendi brushed back his wind-blown hair and smiled lightly.

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41 Seventh Night - The Night of Destiny

The weather has been sunny and fine for several days in a row, and the occasional spring rain suddenly fell today.

Prague in the rain is shrouded in a gray and foggy atmosphere, but it does not detract from the beauty of the city in the slightest.The rain reduces the number of pedestrians going out and keeps the streets away from noise and impetuosity.While adding to the mood of the city, the gunpowder smell of war has also been washed away a little.

Originally, the Holy Grail War was a battle between magicians and could not be known by outsiders, so usually servant battles would be held at night.But considering the impossibility of Aqiya's nighttime activities at the beginning of the battle, he could only go against this unwritten rule.

In Einzbern's camp, Aqia played only a supporting role.She can't fight at all in the later stage.The burden still fell on Elijah.This time, it just withered ahead of time because of that woman's scheme.

Now, the war must be on track.

Elijah sat on the bench with his eyes closed, waiting for the rain to stop and night to come.Here are all the perfect conditions to prepare for the ceremony.After successfully hypnotizing the clergyman, there is nothing to hinder him