[Fate Gun Brother] The 2.5th Holy Grail War

I know it's not because the black-haired heroic spirit's innate magic-restraining treasure frightens her, nor is it because she is afraid of "death" in the Holy Grail War, and it's not because of the story of Diarmuid's failure to be loyal to the Lord in the end in the myth .She can't fundamentally trust her followers, even for no reason.

She wanted to trust him, and on the surface she had pretended to accept him calmly, but it still couldn't work after all...

It would have been fine if I had rejected it a little more decisively back then, hadn't softened my heart, and let Diarmuid disappear because of the loss of magic power supply...

"...Master, do you feel unwell?" Diarmuid's worried tone interrupted all his thoughts.

The white-haired woman finally realized that she had lost her composure, and raised her head to glance at the servant who was watching her.

"No, I'm fine..." She pondered, showing a mocking chuckle, she knew that the mockery was aimed at herself, "Are you okay?" she asked.

Hope I didn't hurt him...

Diarmuid was stunned for a moment, and then uttered firm words with straight lips, "It's natural, master! I'm fine."

The carriage came slowly, the horseshoes stopped abruptly, and the sound of the wheels stopped.After finishing the previous round of work, the carriage returned to the rental point and stopped in front of the two. The coachman poked his head and asked, "Madam and gentleman, do you need to get in the carriage?"

He Yamendi nodded slightly, and said to the man beside him, "Let's go."

In order to prevent being monitored, Heyamendi and Diarmuid got off the car two kilometers away from the destination, and walked slowly while admiring the scenery along the road. The shocking murder happened not long ago in the St. George's Convent not far away. But the two did not know.

During the carriage, they sensed two familiars.

One of them followed quietly, while the other stayed put and was thrown eight or nine streets away.

He Yamendi used the same method to eliminate the trailing familiar.Diarmuid followed her silently all the way, and was willing to act as a "shield" for her.

I hope that by doing this, my residence will not be exposed, the white-haired woman thought.At the same time, Diarmuid's force cannot be used, and the identities of the master and servant between the two of them are unknown to the end.

Diarmuid dragged his luggage, and in front of him was his master in a long black dress.Together, they walked by street performers, past puppet shops and crystal ball shops.

Prague at dusk is beautiful.The various spiers and domes in the entire castle area are scattered high and low, forming a forest of towers. The roofs are mostly vermilion, and the walls are mostly ivory yellow, which looks resplendent in the afterglow of the sun.

The two had reached the entrance of Golden Lane without knowing it.

This is an alley full of medieval style, with houses lined up on both sides, with a fairy-tale appearance and soft tones, small doors and windows, delicate flower decorations, red tiles piled on the low eaves, lovely The chimney was raised upwards.The walls of the huts are of different colors, some are vermilion, some are sky blue, some are light yellow...

There is a small church in the depths of the alley, not much bigger than the small house next to it, and its appearance looks quite dilapidated.There are so many churches and monasteries in the Castle District, so it is not surprising that such an inconspicuous place will be deserted.

The note with the address was held in his hand. Heyamendi looked down at the words on the note, then looked up at the dilapidated house in front of him, and finally confirmed that this is the one that Shakashiert gave her. The real estate in the hands of wealthy businessmen...

Although the old guy said it was an abandoned church, the house was a bit damaged... Would the shaking beams fall down and hit their heads in the next second?

"Master, Lord Shakashirt really cares about you. The enemy must never have imagined that our foothold would be such a...an old small house."

"Ah, Lancer, so you can joke too? You can express your inner dissatisfaction in worse words, don't give me face, just scold that old guy to pieces."

"Are we really going to live in it, master? If my lord had come to investigate in person beforehand, he would definitely correct his mistakes and avoid the current tragedy..."

"Yes, tragedy. A house that may collapse at any time, maybe one night it will be buried alive while having a dream. The enemy will die laughing if they find out, right?"

The relaxed topic temporarily eased the tense relationship between the master and the servant.

"Speaking of which, the relationship between Lord Shakashirt and you, Master, seems to be...very good." That's all the spearman who couldn't find a suitable adjective could say.

"Well. That old guy is a friend I've known for many years."

Unexpectedly, the master answered himself so briskly.The knight had to stare at her again.Has the master started to trust himself?

"Why do you call him an 'old guy'?" The brown-haired man in Diarmuid's impression looked about 30 years old.

He Yamendi looked at the man beside him, his ice blue pupils suddenly tightened, and he no longer had any emotional fluctuations.

The servant always seemed to show extraordinary concern for her affairs.This made Heyamendi feel conflicted.

In fact, she guessed wrong.It was just a whim that Diarmuid would ask this question, and it happened to be about Shaka Sirt.Otherwise, judging from the time they spent together, wouldn't it be too late to ask now?

but--

"Literally, because he's an old guy." She turned around quickly and said coldly.

Sure enough, were you overthinking just now?Diarmuid's heart wavered.His master still only gave him such a rather vague answer, not even an answer, and he was still the untrusted knight.

The sky began to rain unknowingly.

Everything returned to silence, only the ripples in my heart continued, just like the sudden rain.

"Lancer, we should go in."

A woman's rather cold voice came from ahead.

***

"Ah, you're finally awake!"

The hearty male voice sounded a little harsh.

——Where am I?

The blond-haired boy—Maggie Helvin touched his head and sat up, only to realize that he was lying on an unfamiliar bed.

He looked around.

The furnishings in the house are very simple, with only a few common pieces of furniture.It should be the residence of an ordinary family.

His clothes are soaked.

"It turned into a torrential rain in just a while, what a horrible weather!" Looking out of the window, cursing in a low voice was the owner of the house, a rather ordinary-looking young man with drooping brown hair and clothes on his body. Wet can squeeze out a liter of water.

"Why am I here..."

"Ah, you don't forget, do you?"

"..." As if unwilling to admit that he really didn't remember, the blond boy couldn't help frowning and pursing his lips.

The owner of the house didn't mind at all, turning on the lights, changing clothes, and pouring tea, he was very busy.Introducing myself while working:

"My name is Ryster, I'm 21 years old and I live alone. What's your name?"

He tilted his head and smiled sweetly, and handed the hot tea to the boy.

"...Helvin."

"Don't you have a last name?"

"..." The young man was unwilling to give his last name.Maybe it reminded me of my grandfather's words.

The young man named Lai looked at him, didn't ask further, and changed the subject, "I won't force you! How old are you?"

"sixteen."

"Where's your home?"

"...I live on Malu."

The boy hesitated for a long time every time he answered.

"Ah, then...if you don't mind, you can live with me!"

Heilvin was slightly surprised.After a long time, he finally spoke with a jerky voice, "...why?"

"I can't help you like this."

Haierwen stared at the young man suspiciously, and finally couldn't help but ask, "How did I end up here?"

"When I was delivering the courier, I happened to pass by the park, so I picked you up along the way."

Lai's answer was extremely concise, but the process of the matter is actually like this——

Lai who makes a living by delivering couriers?p>

にに向吴 is also busy running from house to house today as usual.At dusk, it suddenly rained heavily.Lai ran to the pavilion in the park to hide from the rain and met Heilwen like this? p>

Lai still remembers the first impression the teenager made on him.

——It seems to be a person, but it doesn't look like it.His whole body was muddy, his face covered with rain, and he was curled up into a ball.Her blonde hair, which should have been eye-catching, was covered in mud and looked dull.This young man who is not even as good as a beggar on the side of the road makes Lai want to cry.

He hardly thought about it, and immediately made a decision to take him in.

"Where is my crutch?" Lai's weak voice sounded in his ear.

"Ah, I almost forgot." The young man picked up the crutches from the debris at the door and handed them to Heilwen, "But why do you need crutches at your age?"

The boy lowered his head and held his crutch tightly, without answering.Lai didn't ask much.

"By the way, let me prepare the bath water for you, take a good hot bath, it's very comfortable!"

With that said, the homeowner ran into the bathroom to boil water.Then he went back to the room and rummaged through the boxes to find a decent set of underwear, and took the boy into the bathroom.

While taking a shower, looking at the steam spreading on the mirror, Heilwen suddenly stretched out his right hand, staring blankly at the three bright red Command Seals on it.

He pressed a handprint on the mirror.Then, let it blur little by little until it disappears.

At the beginning