[Fate Gun Brother] The 2.5th Holy Grail War

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"Ok?"

Diarmuid blinked twice, and looked at her tenderly as if he didn't react.Through those translucent and clear golden eyes, He Yamendi, who obviously couldn't see anything from them, seemed to see his own shadow.

——"I only want to be loyal to one person to the end, to fight for honor together with him, and to carry out my own glory."

Once again in my mind, I remembered the knight's long-cherished wish.

"You still didn't get what you wanted. In the end, this war must have disappointed you, right?" She said lightly, "I have suppressed your ideas, criticized your beliefs, and even... are not your ideals. Master. Are you satisfied with the result, Diarmuid?"

As if to let the man answer him as soon as possible, Heyamendi raised his left hand after finishing speaking, and put his index finger directly on the tip of his nose.

"Even so, you..." Diarmuid seemed to have a lot to say, but it was succinct when it came to his mouth, "You made me loyal until the end, you trusted me until the end, for me It is a great honor.”

Yes... After all, trust is the first step.

Just a word of approval or a look of recognition is enough.

He took her hand.After fluently uttering firm words from his graceful lips, he lowered his head again and pressed a kiss on the back of Heyamendi's hand for the second time.

Then, Diarmuid raised his head full of joy, because he felt the master's slightly bent fingertips, which held his hand loosely but extremely tightly.

The invisible contract is combined between each other, which is a fetter beyond the rules of the Holy Grail War, and the souls of the two are tightly tied together.The master forgives the knight's treachery.Maybe even the Holy Grail didn't think that this pair of master and slave is stronger than gold, and it can't be separated and separated anymore.

This belief, this feeling, will always be engraved in their hearts and become eternal.

--at this time.

"Ah, I'm so sorry. Did I bother you?..."

Suddenly there was such a voice at the door.Even Diarmuid, who is a heroic spirit, didn't realize when Gretchen pushed the door in. Probably because he was too focused on the master.

The two people on the bed immediately should separate and cough and cough apart, pretending that nothing happened.Gretchen's words fell like a bolt from the blue—"I've knocked on the door." She actually emphasized that one sentence.

"Oh? What's the matter?" After a few seconds of silence, He Yamendi asked somewhat unnaturally.

"You have been in a coma for most of the day. I was thinking about whether to prepare a supper for you, so I came to see if you woke up."

"Oh...that's it."

"Master," Diarmuid's soft voice sounded next to his ear, "If you haven't ordered me, I would like to ask you to allow me to help in the kitchen. Can you?"

He still kept a fascinating smile on his face.I always feel a little strange, but I can't say it.Although he didn't really want Diarmuid to leave just like that, but seeing that he was in such a good mood, he agreed.

Heyamendi nodded in acquiescence and watched Diarmuid go out with Gretchen.The sound of closing the door sounded clearly.When she turned to go out, she seemed to be able to vaguely see a hint of joy on Gretchen's face.

***

Shaka Sirt's personal maid is a pretty woman with beautiful black wavy hair.The figure is not so much a little chubby as it is plump.

"Well, Mr. Diarmuid...that."

There was an emotion in Gretchen's eyes that she couldn't even imagine.She shifted her gaze to Diarmuid——

The mole under the right eye is shining with a charming light, exuding an unstoppable charm, just like an addictive poison.

This man, who made all the female personnel in the entire hall have a good impression of him and secretly admired him, always looks alienated to the outside world, and only smiles when he is in front of He Yamendi.As his "bodyguard", everyone guessed that Diarmuid's favorite object was the woman he was responsible for protecting.Sure enough, after leaving Heyamendi's room, although he was still polite, Diarmuid seemed to be covered with a layer of indifference.

Gretchen sighed, reminding herself to get down to business and stop thinking about it.

"Then, let's get started. Can you get the ingredients over there? Muffin mix, eggs, milk, and granulated sugar... well, let me think about it. By the way, pour some water, and the baking tray too Bring them together."

Does she usually send him like this?Gretchen's mind suddenly flashed this idea.

Diarmuid didn't say anything, just nodded, and carefully prepared each ingredient.

"Then beat the muffin flour with cold boiled water, and mix the butter and sauce. The ratio must be strictly in accordance with what I said."

"Ok."

Gretchen looked at Diarmuid's earnest side face, and watched him pour the batter into a special concave-convex baking pan, press out evenly sized grids, and put them on the fire.It's all done under the direction of Gretchen.

"That's right, that's it. How should I put it, Mr. Diarmuid is very talented in this regard."

"You're welcome."

Although he took the initiative to ask Ying to come over to help, Diarmuid's humble and somewhat distant tone remained unchanged.

So...the cold field came.

Gretchen, who didn't want to let the conversation go blank, could only lead the topic to the direction that Diarmuid was most likely to be interested in.

"Miss Heyamendi and the chief are close friends, right?"

"Huh? Yes, that's right."

"No wonder..." Seeing that Diarmuid looked at him with some concern, Gretchen blushed a little without noticing it, and continued, "According to the will made by the adults, half of the private property will be donated. The other half seems to be reserved for Miss Hoyamundi."

"So, what about the Hall of God?"

"Disbanded. The government will reclaim the land, probably soon, next week, next week at the latest. It will be very soon."

"That's it."

After being silent for about half a minute, Gretchen moved her smiling face and asked tentatively to Diarmuid with a plain face:

"Well, what are your plans for the future?"

"This is a matter for adults to decide. All I have to do is to stay by her side all the time." The man who smiled gently at a table full of materials, his eyes were full of determination.

Diarmuid, who only explained his intention after coming to the kitchen, was to learn cooking skills from Gretchen... Finally, his first

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

Homework done.

The smell of milk filled the corridor.Diarmuid walked into the owner's room with a slightly proud expression, carrying the baked creation - waffles with cheese and kiwi slices.I thought that the master would like it, but found that the white-haired woman was gone.

Speaking of which, because the connection between them has not been broken, even hiding is useless. The Servant can feel the location of the Master through magic.Diarmuid put down the plate and went back to the corridor to look for his master.When the worry in my heart was getting heavier, I happened to bump into Heyamendi who came out of Shaka Sirt's office.

It should be remembering the lost friend in the place where the man lived for the longest time... Thinking of this, Diarmuid couldn't help feeling sad.

"—Master."

He stepped forward to stop her, but found that her face showed a haggard look that could not be concealed.The icy blue eyes with the meaning of floating lost their spirits, and they were evasive. Although the focus fell on him, it made people feel that they had already looked past him to something unknown.It's like clearly wanting to look directly at Diarmuid but subconsciously avoiding it because of fear.

"I...I'm going to sleep."

She shuddered suddenly, just as Diarmuid gently caressed her cheek with his hand and asked worriedly.

"I just prepared some snacks for you, don't you want to try my handicrafts?"

"Lancer, I'm sorry, I may be a little tired. Let's try another day."

"But you...haven't eaten anything almost all day."

Diarmuid leaned over anxiously, but Heyamendi seemed to be very sleepy.The helpless Diarmuid had no choice but to keep silent and send his master back to the bedroom.

But—as soon as she stepped into the door of the room, the soft yellow, milky white, and tender green delicacies on the bedside table immediately whetted her appetite.

"...Well, it tastes surprisingly good, Lancer."

He Yamendi ate like a greedy cat, and the fragrant hot air sprayed directly on her face.Diarmuid, who was finally praised by his master, smiled blankly.

"As long as you like it, I will work harder in the future."

Eating delicious food caused a deeper sleepiness.Diarmuid cleaned up the plates with no residue left with a happy face, and extinguished the oil lamp after Heyamendi finished washing and climbed into bed.

"Good night, master. Don't worry, I'll be by your side."

The last memory of that night is the gentle whisper from the knight.

***

The next morning.

The air in the cemetery is always heavy.In order to avoid being crowded with too many other mourners at the same time, Heyamendi got up early and came to mourn Shakasirte accompanied by Diarmuid.

They didn't bring anything and came empty-handed.Only filled with uncontrollable grief.

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