[Fate Gun Brother] The 2.5th Holy Grail War

Under the nailed coffin lid was a friend whose body was not even left intact.He Yamendi's gloomy eyes moved away from the teary-eyed maid's face, and looked blankly at the man with brown hair and green eyes, smiling on the piercing portrait.

"What makes people feel weird is that the clothes on Mr. Chancellor's body and the chair he was sitting on were intact during the spontaneous combustion process, and they all remained the same." Gretchen covered her nose with her hands in fear, crying secretly, "It's really... I don't know what's wrong, why the disaster happened to such an admirable person..."

She seemed to be still talking, but Hoyamendi couldn't continue listening.His legs and feet suddenly became weak, and then everything he saw in his sight was tilted.After spinning around for a while, before I fell to the ground completely, I felt as if someone had turned off the light.Darkness came from all directions, and the hand that was stretched out to ask for help due to conditioned reflex was grasped by someone.

"Miss Hoyamundi! Are you all right?"

The other mourners present began to notice something strange.Under Gretchen's loud cry for help, the originally silent hall suddenly became commotion.

"Come on! Someone is unconscious!"

A hand full of calluses supported her neck before the guard ran in, and the other hand rested on her waist, intending to hug He Yamendi who had fallen to the ground.

"...Mr. Diarmuid!"

In the last moment of unconsciousness, Heyamendi heard this sentence - she passed out.

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It seems to be in a state of half-dream and half-awake all the time, but I can't remember the content of the dream at all.It feels like the body is being gently hugged by someone.Heyamendi, who was tossing between awake and lethargic, vaguely wanted to guess who it was.However, such a person should not exist.Maybe this is just her illusion.

She didn't know how long she slept until she forced herself to open her eyes.At this moment, you can really feel that the person holding you has let go of her.The arm that hugged her gently moved away from behind—to be exact, the body that originally supported her with its whole body left from under her.Immediately afterwards, his back was firmly attached to the bed.Although the bed and quilt are also very warm, it always feels...it seems to be a bit colder than before.

The still air seemed to ripple.The warmth that was removed along with the withdrawn body made her open her eyes completely as if she wanted to search for it.A strand of black hair hanging down from her forehead was the first to break into her sight.Heyamendillo groaned twice in discomfort, and when she focused her gaze, she saw that she was staring at a pair of bright golden eyes.

"..."

The jet-black hair pulled back like the down of a swift, and the honey-colored eyes.The one who appeared in front of Heyamendi was none other than his own Servant in the supposedly over Holy Grail War.

"Lan...cer?"

In the heart of He Yamendi, who was extremely surprised, he felt a sense of escape that he could not accept the existence of the man in front of him.Before fainting, I heard Gretchen call out "Mr. Diarmuid", so I heard it right...

"Yes, my lord. Thank God, you woke up safe and sound."

Diarmuid, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, greeted Heyamendi who had woken up with a refreshing but slightly sweet smile.The master was safe and well--that fact soothed the sorrow and pain of the soul, and freed the handsome man from the invisible chains of pain.

"..." Slowly sat up with some doubts, Heyamendi sat up by himself while passively accepting Diarmuid's support, "No...I, I can do it myself."

Diarmuid's expression froze slightly, and then the smile on his face subsided a lot.

"Master, let me report something to you. You missed the burial of Lord Shakasilt's coffin. The ceremony ended in the afternoon."

"……yes."

Hoyamendi's lifeless eyes drifted across an oil lamp burning in the room, as if he could see through the hood to the flame on the wick.The surroundings were dark and cool, and it seemed that it was already night.

"I didn't expect that guy Caster would actually do something like this..."

"—Lancer."

All the painful words were interrupted by the master, and Diarmuid didn't know why, when he met that cold gaze, he felt a little dry.

"Yes, it is."

Not long ago, when the man hugging her let go of her body and moved to the bedside, Heyamendi's nostalgia for that warmth actually made her heart ache.She didn't understand why she had a strong urge to pull the person who had left her back to her side—but.

He Yamendi smiled wryly and combed his somewhat messy and knotted hair with his hands.

"Why are you here?" she asked, "Why am I here?"

After the voice fell, a huge silence lay between the two.Ten seconds passed, but the man who was questioned fell silent like aphasia.In this awkward atmosphere that could not be relieved, Heyamendi felt a little bit of the answer he wanted to know.

"You and I have our own places, why did you both appear here and return to Brussels?" She asked again in a firm tone.

"Owner……"

Probably because the calm voice was too cold, Diarmuid suddenly moved away and knelt down beside the bed.Heyamendi had to accept that the ever-expanding conjectures in his mind turned into reality.

"I...I really trust you too much." She held her forehead and kept hitting her forehead with her knuckles, "I should use the command spell."

Hearing these words with a sense of blame that had no place to hide, a layer of sadness spread over Guanghui's appearance in an instant, and even made the man's feet tremble.

The master who never used the coercive power of the command spell to squeeze the will of the heroic spirits to give orders to himself in the war is now clearly showing regret that he should have done so but didn't.Her words hurt Diarmuid deeply.He couldn't help looking up at her, crawled forward and took a step forward, hesitantly stretched out the hand that hugged the sleeping master before, and slowly stretched it towards her.

He Yamendi decisively opened that hand, and leaned his tense body against the back of the bed with the help of reaction force.She saw something passing quickly in the man's golden eyes, and her expression was full of pain.After a long silence, Diarmuid finally shifted his gaze, put down the hand that had been slapped away by his master in mid-air, put it on his knee, and spoke in a heavy voice.

"—I'm sorry." He trembled, but the content was only this sentence, "I'm sorry."

He Yamendi crossed his hands and looked at the man who knelt on the ground and apologized repeatedly but couldn't tell the reason.

She did return to hell briefly.When she hadn't walked under the tree that had accompanied her for more than 400 years, the surrounding scene changed.Although I can't be sure how many days passed in the middle, Heyamendi was indeed sent back to Brussels from the late night Prague on the road to hell in the afternoon.And this is all because Diarmuid violated her will.

"Lancer didn't destroy the Holy Grail, but made a wish on the Holy Grail"—I couldn't imagine that the knight who had always been obedient to himself betrayed her at the last moment.

"Is this what you call loyalty? Is this how you repay the trust I have given you? Lancer, what you have done is really chilling."

"I..." He opened his mouth and said the following words with difficulty, "I'm really... very sorry."

"No matter how sorry you are, it won't help."

"For that... I'm sorry too."

After Diarmuid finished saying this, she stopped talking.And he was silent for a while.After a while, some dared not ask extravagantly but hoped to get a negative answer and asked:

"To you, I'm just a Servant, right?"

"Ah, you can comprehend this level, congratulations, Lancer."

End on a definitive, irrefutable tone—and then.

Almost immediately felt the hurt on Diarmuid's face.He Yamendi realized that what he had said was a little too much when the light in those golden eyes dimmed.

Without the strength to get angry, he calmly closed his eyes and took a deep breath before the anger erupted.She talked herself into keeping her emotions as calm as possible.Facing the reproach, Diarmuid just bowed his head and kept apologizing, which made it difficult for her to continue to speak harshly with a straight face.

"...Diarmuid, I remember you saying that you have no wishes? That's why I decided to destroy the Holy Grail."

"That's true. But, let me take the liberty to ask you, if I have a wish to entrust to the Holy Grail, will you grant it to me?"

——In retrospect, Diarmuid made it clear from the earliest times that he would not pursue the Holy Grail.In other words, even if any wish can be fulfilled, the Holy Grail is of no value to him, which fits perfectly with Heyamendi.But now...

Did he lie at the time, or did some change in mood occur later?Heyamendi, who realized that it was meaningless to ask the bottom line on this point, always showed Diarmuid with an expression of "I knew today why I should have done it before".

"If you'd made it clear to me earlier in the morning, I would."

Hearing the spirit kneeling on the floor, his stiff body seemed to relax a bit. Heyamendi looked at his downcast eyes, repeatedly confirming that he was able to withstand any words.