[Fate Gun Brother] The 2.5th Holy Grail War

"Ah, King Arthur...my friend...fate actually made us meet..." Yingling sighed.

It's been a long time since there was such peace.Looking for the "road to salvation" - After experiencing countless failures that he couldn't remember, he hasn't been in such a peaceful state of mind for a long time.Lancelot smiled faintly.

The wish is still somewhat regrettable.Still failed to hear the words of punishment from the king, the king still did not think he was guilty.The sage king never really blamed him, nor did he blame the queen in his whole life.Even if he led the other knights of the round table to meet him in battle, it was just a helpless act to quell public anger and kill others. Even if he ordered the execution of the queen, it was only a choice made by his political opponents after the court scandal was exposed, which was definitely not King Arthur's original intention.Lancelot's repentant heart that wanted to vent was still not fully understood...

A knight who is too perfect cannot forgive himself.

However, it would be a good ending to die in the king's arms.Because that kind of self is like a loyal soldier who died for the king.

The wind blowing from the lake shook Lancelot's long hair, and his purple pupils trembled slightly.

And... a wish to be fulfilled.For a long time, he just subconsciously avoided this shallow desire that should not exist in his opinion.

Although not perfect, the king's redemption has been completed.When Lancelot realized that there was still a secret desire in his heart, even he himself was surprised and his expression was dull.

Enduring only for the hope that the probability will tend to zero infinitely.

Occasionally, he would look back at the past. At that time, if he was not a knight, but a man——

Can it change all this?

Could there be a better ending?

Unfortunately, there was no assumption from the start.The previous life was already a drama with a tragic ending.

Life cannot be repeated.The sins committed cannot be undone.

Compared with the country, a woman's life is simply insignificant.No matter how much he wanted to save the woman who was weeping all day long under the neglect of the king, no matter how much he wanted to meet her again...

—Lancelot, I can help you. ——

"Who can? The Holy Grail?" The selfish desire in my heart was expanding.

——Participate in the Holy Grail War as a servant again and make a wish to me.Can't it be realized? ——

"This kind of selfish greed...how can you allow it?" Knight's morality choked.

——Try to feel the feeling of being full of love but no one understands.Don't want to end it all?Don't you want to own her as a man, and have the happiness that every ordinary person can have? ——

"I can't do that! I'm a knight. That kind of thing... is unbearable." The weak defense made people laugh.

—Admit it.I'll show up here to prove your dissatisfaction. ——

"I……"

Lancelot could say no more.

In the expectation of the king and the people, the noble knight of the lake was born.Be loyal to the perfect king and save the country from fire and water.

Lancelot's life never belonged to him, but was divided between the king and all the people who admired chivalry and devoted himself to it.This kind of man can only live and die by being noticed and entrusted by others.To pursue one's own well-being is delusional and irresponsible.

but……

Even if it's a dream, even if it's just a dream that a knight can never realize.

"...I, want...to see her..."

This attachment, deeply rooted in his soul, became the support connecting Lancelot with the world, and made him set off again, placing himself in a battlefield that he had never reached before.

—Your wishes will kill you.However, I'm looking forward to it. ——

The Holy Grail smiled lightly.

The avatar answered the new call.And this piece of grassland, the owner of this piece of lake water, that heroic spirit with dark blue purple hair and dignified body, fell asleep again.

***

Infinite darkness, and boundless pain.

49. When everything comes to an end [Part [-]]...

"..."

Suddenly feeling a feeling of light-headedness and dizziness, He Yamendi slowed down and put one hand on his forehead.

What came into view was not a palace, but a three-story mansion with a luxurious appearance comparable to a palace.The exterior wall is painted in ivory white, and the architectural style of the middle ages is clear at a glance, giving people a sense of spaciousness, solidity and elegance.Surrounded by manicured shrub landscaping and lush vegetation, it's like a little white amidst greenery.The public servants of the people live in it, and it is the place where the director receives guests and works normally.

Here she is again, the Brussels shrine.

—as it was eight months ago.

As long as I recall what happened before, my thinking seems to be separated by a layer of veil, and I can't always concentrate.He Yamendi walked silently on the open lawn surrounding the mansion, but the ground under his feet had no sense of reality.She had no strength at all, just walking in a daze, like a floating corpse salvaged from the water.

Why did he come back again? This question is now filling his head.The more I try to figure it out, the more confused my memory becomes, which makes Heyamendi very distressed.

She could only stop and stare helplessly.

—as it was eight months ago.

The ends of my hair were blown by the warm wind in the late spring afternoon, and when I came back to my senses, I saw that I had already reached the door.Today, for some reason, the defense outside the hall was extremely empty, and the dark crowd crowded into the hall on the first floor, and He Yamendi slowly approached them.

She glanced at those people, most of them were people she didn't know, and they were all dressed in black.There are so many people gathered in one place but it is very quiet around.Hoyamendi panicked. The walls, which he never bothered to notice before, looked eerily white.Everything is white, white candles, white cloth strips, white flowers... from the room faintly heard the sound of crying.

— like eight months ago...

"how so?!"

The guards knew Heyamendi, and let the woman, who was getting more and more unsteady, stagger and trot in.

The oval-shaped diplomatic reception hall was full of people.In front of many mourners, a white-haired woman in a black dress and a long skirt like a nun appeared.This dress is still very suitable for such a scene.

"...Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught together with the min the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air, and so shall we ever be with the Lord.—Amen." .)

The pastor finished his eulogy, and the funeral procession fell silent in the condensed atmosphere.The funeral was carried out in an orderly manner according to the procedure, and people came forward one by one to lay flowers.Everyone was in mourning, and no one paid any attention to the late attendee.

It is heartbreaking to hear the sudden passing of this respected ruler, the head of the Brussels Temple.At his funeral, he failed to observe the stipulated time to attend on time, so people who do not know the etiquette do not need to pay attention.All the mourners here have the same idea.

The face you wanted to search for was found.Among the crowd, Heyamendi saw the person he was looking for at a glance——in the portrait hanging in the center of the wall.

"Ah—that, it's Miss Hoyamendi, are you back?"

She still had an impression of this maid who suddenly came up to stop her.From the outside, she is a gentle-looking, slightly fat young woman who is responsible for the daily life of the director. It can be said that she and Kayak are the most caring people who help the man inside and out.

He Yamendi stared blankly at the familiar face framed in the photo frame of the deceased, and raised his stiff fingers over it.

"Gretchen... that coffin contains... Shaka Sirt?"

"...Yes, yes. Unfortunately, please forgive me."

The maid named Gretchen had tears on her face, and she sobbed her nose twice sadly. She didn't know if she was too sad, but the way she spoke always made people feel a little hesitant.

Heyamendi, who was transformed into a tree and rooted straight in the ground, fell into a momentary panic.Then, she began to pant as if lacking oxygen, and her breathing became difficult.

"Who did it?" He asked the most concerned question in a low voice, "... a man in a purple robe?"

"This……"

"to be frank--"

Faced with Hoyamendi's pressing questions, Gretchen subconsciously avoided those domineering ice blue eyes.But under He Yamendi's insistence, after taking a few deep breaths, he finally confessed.

"The dean's departure is too bizarre. According to the coroner, it is very likely... spontaneous combustion."

… A week ago night, Shaka Sirt was reduced to ashes on his office chair.Gretchen, who came in with hot milk and snacks, let out a shrill howl when she saw this, and the milk spilled all over the floor.Many people rushed over immediately.The director, who was fine during the day, suddenly looked like a piece of burnt wood, with only a few finger bones left.The sudden death of Shaka Sirt plunged the hall into deep unease...