[Fate Gun Brother] The 2.5th Holy Grail War

The granite tombstone is covered with white and elegant garlands, and countless flowers are placed on the front, back, left, and right lawns.Gold-inlaid Roman characters are neatly engraved on the stele, clearly explaining the year of birth and death as "1840-1875".

"—that's fake. The old guy was born in 996."

Heyamendi murmured gloomily, while Diarmuid nodded calmly and understood very well.If the public knew the real age of Shaka Sirt, the initiator of the "Human-Dragon Coexistence Contract", it would definitely cause an uproar.

Looking at the words on the majestic tombstone that absolutely matched his status in life, Heyamendi just remained silent.

The "House of God" is a product of the Middle Ages.In its heyday, it occupied most of Europe and was widely distributed in major cities. It had many powers such as coronation of kings, confession of bishops, trial of heresies, dissemination of teachings, management and supervision, and local governance.The God Hall represents God and can interfere in politics, almost to the point of covering the sky with one hand.

As times change and history continues to advance, from the Renaissance to the Enlightenment to the Industrial Revolution, the status of the shrine has plummeted in the process of gradually fading.In modern times, it is only equivalent to the security agency for maintaining public order.As the latest to be demolished in continental Europe, this Brussels shrine will soon belong to the city hall regardless of financial, material or human resources.

It has only been more than a month since I left Brussels, and I just experienced the Holy Grail War, but when I came back, the time has passed.Although he had vaguely heard some rumors from Shaka Sirt as early as last year, Heyamendi never expected that Shaka Sirte—a man who would devote more than [-] years of his life to this A "certain decision" made by a man in the city.

"Shaka Sirt committed suicide."

"..."

Suddenly hearing the master's vague speech, Diarmuid who was shocked couldn't help but widen his eyes, and didn't know what to say for a while.

"...the 'Contract Stone' is missing from the drawer that has been used to store the items of longevity. I went to his office last night just for that."

"Even so, the suspicion of Caster cannot be ruled out. It must be that shameless person who, after you asked me to go back, ignored your 'request' and murdered your friend in a fit of anger."

"It's not Caster, definitely not him. After the Dragon King granted Shaka Sirte the 'Contract Stone' of eternal life, I am the only one who knows the secret besides him."

— and the timing is wrong.

Yesterday, the day Heyamendi returned to the present world, was the day after the Holy Grail War in Prague ended.But Gretchen told her that the minister had passed away as early as a week ago.Who could have imagined that Shaka Sirt would have been gone at the beginning of the war.

Destiny really likes to toss people around.The irony of being threatened by Grinsha with Shaka Sirt's life is overwhelming.

"Master Shakashirt destroyed it himself? Why... would he make such a choice?"

"...I want to know too. It's a pity..." Smiling softly, Heyamendi fixed her eyes on her friend's name, and her expression became gloomy, "Is the old guy tired of working?" I still lost my purpose in life, and I still don't want to drag me down... I will never know the answer again."

Hearing the master's voice slightly different from usual, Dilumu put his hands on her shoulders, mostly comforting and half encouraging.

"It's because I told him that I might not come back again, that's why he was so extreme... Ah, that's not right, a man like him just chose to die after fulfilling his duties."

The hall of the gods, which had been glorious and declined during his governance, no longer needs a director.Even so, that man must have passed away with a smile on his face.

Buried under that heavy stele is the only dear friend who doesn't even have a skeleton.

Perhaps Shakasirt felt the same pain when she left Brussels without saying goodbye to die in Katat.

Heyamendi spoke and Diarmuid listened.

"The old bastard... so he's finally dead. I thought he would outlive the world... Hey, Lancer?"

Her knight embraced her without any hesitation.At the moment of being embraced by the man, Heyamendi suddenly felt some pain.Diarmuid immediately softened his arms when he realized that he had exerted too much force.Slowly, in his arms, she actually felt that the sadness in her heart eased a little.

"...Please don't say these words again, please rest assured, I will always be by your side. My decision will never change, no matter what happens."

Diarmuid lowered his voice.Hot breath blew against her neck.Her sad look... Last night, the abnormal behavior that the master once had, is now finally understandable.

He Yamendi tried to suppress the decadent emotions that were almost uncontrollable, tried to empty his thoughts and expressions, and tried to pull all the weak sides from his soul.

"It's okay, I'm fine."

This level of rejection signal does not seem to be enough to shake Diarmuid.Still holding her in his arms, he leaned his head low on her shoulder.You can feel the warm touch of your breath near your neck.

"It's ready, Lancer."

He hesitated for a while, and after leaving enough heat on his master's neck, he finally raised his head slowly and relaxed his hands.

They stare at each other.Diarmuid didn't seem to have done anything, and Heyamendi didn't seem to feel anything, just watching like this.

After being quiet for a while, she suddenly picked up his hand.Although I don't know where the owner is going to take me, and, frankly speaking-it is a strange sight to let a woman who is only as tall as his chin be pulled for a walk like a large dog, but Diarmuid is not I don't mind, but I still have some fun in it.

The other end of the cemetery is still a lifeless scene, dullness is the ruler here, and death is the main theme here.Listening to the occasional chirping of birds, the master and the slave walked on the path full of leaves one after the other.

Diarmuid stopped following Heyamendi who suddenly stood still.When he noticed that he was taken to an extremely inconspicuous tombstone in the corner, Diarmuid couldn't help asking.

"Ah, is this also fake?"

Diarmuid pointed to the words "1432-1450" on the inscription, and helplessly shifted his gaze back and forth between his master's tomb and the face of the real woman beside him.

"Of course, it took a long time for the old guy to realize that the real year cannot be recorded, and he changed it to this later."

This tombstone hides a secret that cannot be known to outsiders. Heyamendi is also very helpless about this, shaking his head and smiling at Diarmuid.

In front of his own tomb, in front of the master's tomb, this feeling is really indescribably strange.Looking at the words "my friend, Hoyamendi, sleep here forever", both of them laughed.

"Thinking about it, I'm also a busy person, and the place of my final resting place is changed one after another."

"Master, what you said is really...let me answer something."

The creator of all this—the man who was about to relocate to his own Throne of Heroes, had a distressed look on his face that he couldn't hide.

In short, they stayed for a while in boredom and went back.

"...Come on, my knight."

Heyamendi turned his back to Diarmuid and walked forward.The handsome Yingling closed his eyes for a moment, the corners of his mouth curled into a smile, and then he followed closely the master who had adjusted his emotions.

Although she accepted such an unconventional fate after returning to Brussels, the white-haired woman never shed a single tear, and it took only such a short time for her sadness to turn into joy.

Of course, this is by no means fickle.Under the tough expression that forcibly suppressed the sadness in his heart, Diarmuid knew that his master had to admit this fate and face it resolutely.Such a rare endurance is the greatest virtue of a woman named Heyamendi, but it is also the most painful thing for Diarmuid.

——It's all right, my master.Even if the whole world leaves you...at least I will follow you.

Burying these words deeply in his heart, Diarmuid walked slightly behind Heyamendi's side, and his golden eyes soaked in the emotion of "Guardian Knight" stared at her back for a moment.

Brussels God Hall... This place where I first established a starting point of memories with the owner will soon cease to exist.

Diarmuid couldn't help but think of the days he spent in the Brussels Temple before the Holy Grail War.He Yamendi, who can't speak five words to his servants a day, leaves either a lonely shadow in his study buried in his head reading, or a back figure in his studio focused on painting with a brush.However, this also gave Diarmuid enough time to observe her.From Diarmuid's perspective, you can see many things that others cannot see.

He once wondered if Heyamendi hated men and didn't like to be close to men.But the existence of Shaka Sirt broke this point of view again.He can also coexist peacefully with other men in the hall, and there is no abnormality.In the end, Diarmuid deduced that what his master hated... was himself as a follower.

Diarmuid accepts his master with tolerance and compassion, the master who always enjoys loneliness and indulges in loneliness, guess