[Fate Gun Brother] The 2.5th Holy Grail War

same sobriety.

"Do you know? That one is now in his prime—oh, I'm talking about the reincarnation of your dragon servant, Yames, in this life. Don't you want to meet him?"

"..."

"For this joyful reunion, I will arrange a special stage for you - the Holy Grail War. I will also give you an excellent attendant who is far better than Yames. Even this cannot let you Are you excited,—huh?"

The words that seemed as light as a feather to the Holy Grail sounded as heavy as Mount Tai to Heyamendi's ears, and even made her powerless hands tightly clenched into fists.

"I don't need—that kind of thing...!"

"A Servant? That's not acceptable, you can't participate in the Holy Grail War without a Servant..."

"Did you wake me up just for this kind of nonsense?!" She interrupted "her", furious.

"Haha! Don't be like this. You should thank me for digging out your longing buried under the cloak of indifference and hidden in the depths of your heart." The words were as cunning as the poisonous snake that lured Eve to taste the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden.

"I don't……"

Hoyamendi tried to calm her mind, so that her thoughts were occupied by other things-the escape, the dangers she had experienced, the things she wanted after giving up everything-freedom, and revenge.

How desperate was he to go down that path.

At the very beginning, what was she thinking about...

"You have—"

The "girl" laughed happily, with a deep and hoarse laugh, as if she was grinding her teeth.

"Actually, you're not reconciled, right? You didn't get the love you dreamed of, so you were so angry and refused to reincarnate back then, 424 years ago—" "She" erased everything in He Yamendi's mind, "Then ——If you ask, you must answer, and if you answer, you must ask. After all, I am not a philanthropist. I want you to fight and do everything possible to get me. I will give my strength to reshape your body. In exchange, you will let I was born. Otherwise, I will defeat your desire to stay in hell and sleep forever."

He Yamendi's mind went blank, looking around the place where no one was, wondering why he was involved in this inexplicable fight.Unprecedented anger gathered in her eyes.

"Wait for me—although I don't know who you are, but once I catch you, I will definitely destroy you! I promise—" He almost desperately squeezed out the words.

"Destroy me?" The Holy Grail repeated Heyamendi's words with some amusement, and laughed outright, "I don't have the same knowledge as you. The current servant will be in place soon. Do your best to win, to win Let me crawl forward!"

Heyamendi was finally teleported away amid silent protests.

Master and slave, this wonderful relationship is always imaginative.And the pair who are about to meet are even more different.

Be sure to taste every drop of the wine before licking the glass well.

Grail is very happy.

—You can't destroy me.It's not something you can settle on.Because "he" will definitely betray you.On this, I can assure you—

She heard the soldiers shouting and the sound of boots on the floor interspersed.Unidentified intruders suddenly appeared in front of the Shenting mansion in the middle of the night, after a burst of light as bright as day shrouded it.

The man in the lead wears a low ponytail, and the color of his hair is reminiscent of the blue of the deep sea.Under the watchful eyes of everyone, He Yamendi was surrounded.

The brain has not yet accepted the fact that it has been forced to connect with the present world, but it is aimed at by nearly ten black holes.She watched them quietly, and heard the man at the front ask herself:

"Assassin, lobbyist, or—? In short, answer me, who are you, how did you break through the guard's line of defense and appear here, and why did you visit the Divine Hall in the middle of the night?"

Hoyamendi also wished he could answer this series of questions.But when her eyes could clearly see the decoration and layout of the mansion, she opened her eyes wide in surprise.

Brussels Shrine... I was sent back here?

The indistinct buzzing in the ears, the chaotic thoughts, and the sense of touch that was as stiff as a corpse all disappeared.For the first time, Heyamendi felt that he was a "person" living in this world in a special way.

"Kayak."

The noise outside seemed to have alarmed the director who was still working.A handsome brown-haired man in a suit and leather shoes stepped out of the office where the lights were still on.The guards made way for him one after another, only the leading man was still holding the revolver in his hand vigilantly.

"Don't be rude to women who are in trouble, and communicate well. Then, this lady..."

The gentle voice interrupted.

The dim environment does not affect the speaker's field of vision.He clearly saw the snow-white soft curly hair slightly over his shoulders swaying slightly in the night wind.And the person with this white hair, even if separated by hundreds of years, the face is still exactly the same as in the memory, without changing at all.

"It's you……"

He murmured to himself.A slightly emaciated body, and a haggard face formed by dealing with government affairs all day and night for a long time were reflected in He Yamendi's eyes.

After so many years, do you still carry this burden? It's really hard work.

"Long time no see. Old guy."

She smiled.Shakasirt ignored Kayak's dissuasion and walked forward, passed through the encirclement, walked to Heyamendi, and put his arms around the slender shoulders.

"...How could you... He Ya, you should have already..."

The eye circles began to turn red, and tears wet those green pupils, Shakasilt said with tears streaming down his face.Heyamendi, who was hugged tightly by the man, felt her friend's tears slipping down her neck.

Silently leaving behind the "Stone of Contract" that he was willing to entrust, one day she suddenly left without saying goodbye. He Yamendi is a woman who is insulated from happiness.Since then, there has been no whereabouts of her, until Shakaxiert learned that the Sea Dragon King and all the guardians died in Katat.

He couldn't remember how long it took him to accept the truth.

"...Why, would you...?"

"I don't know." Heyamendi completely withstood Shakaxiert's tears, but she had nothing to say, and the smile on her face slowly faded, "I...don't remember."

She lived as she did in life.

Heyamendi learned from Shakasirt that it is August 1874, and the new year will be five months away.But she didn't know what the bright red mark that suddenly appeared on the back of her left hand one day represented.

An unknown fate lies ahead.

I don't know why I have to wait but I still wait.

I don't know who and what is waiting, but I am still waiting.

Hide your inner emotions along with that weird symbol.All she can do is to spend every day silently like a gravekeeper.

***

Lancelot opened his blue-purple eyes on the Hall of Valor.

This is where the spirits live.He cannot meet other Heroic Spirits, and each Throne of Heroic Spirits has a completely different location, and it is a place where only one person can exist alone.

Here is an existence out of the timeline.It is the throne located outside the world, the lonely Gensokyo.

For the heroic spirit, whether it is the death just now, the summoning now, or the future, they all happened at the same time or did not happen at the same time.There may be several avatars on different planes in the parallel world, but the throne where the main body is located is still.

For the heroic spirit, the things experienced by each avatar are just a huge pile of memory information, something without emotion.Heroic spirits can be summoned in any era, but only the "world" can summon the heroic spirit itself, and humans can only summon servants as clones.There is no concept of time, so Heroic Spirit knows what he should do every time he appears, and at the same time, he also knows what his clone actually does.

It was the identity that was summoned and then disappeared.

And how many times has this kind of thing been repeated...... Hundreds, or thousands of times.

Lancelot woke up from a nap, brushed his long hair, and looked around.

This is the hometown derived from the mind.The endless grassland surrounds the quietly flowing lake.Based on the scene created by Lake Avalon where he was raised by Vivienne, the nymph of the lake as a child.This is the ideal land of Lancelot, the heroic spirit.

I don't know how many Holy Grail Wars broke out in the outside world during the period of my nap.

Are those knights who exist in all planes of the world as clones, are they still stubbornly fighting for the wishes in their hearts?

...execute himself with the hand of the king.

In this place beyond time and space, Lancelot will not feel lonely because of the passage of time, because he cannot feel the passage of time.Time is as long and ancient as human evolution, but it is as short and fleeting as a flick of a finger.Because of this, the memory of his life was as clear as what happened yesterday, so clear that he couldn't face it.

How can I get rid of self-blame?How can I stop suffering?

Every time it is summoned, a book that records the servant's memories will be sent here.

Servant Berserker, one of his avatars, what did they experience during the Fourth Holy Grail War in Fuyuki City?

Lancelot saw a new book floating towards him and opened it.I found that what was written on it was indeed some stories I had never seen before.