[Fate Gun Brother] The 2.5th Holy Grail War

Think about what kind of experience can make such a person.

But then...

In retrospect, which memory made him the most profound?

Is it the trivial life in Brussels, or the soul-stirring legendary journey in Prague?

Heyamendi led him to the end of the Holy Grail War in his own way.Tough and domineering, undeniable, but not for her own sake.

The two of them have gradually changed each other during these months of getting along, influenced each other, and took root in each other's hearts.

Originally, the two had only relied on the Holy Grail contract to maintain a master-slave relationship, but they couldn't get along with each other in the early days of their arrival in Prague.She has always rejected him intentionally or unintentionally, and treats him as if she were away.It wasn't until he saw that dream that he knew the reason why the master ignored him in the initial stage.

Until "then".

Heyamendi, who had never praised the followers of his previous life, said to the man who killed him at the last moment of his life - well done.

It just rushed out of the magic circle that had been dim for a long time at the back of the neck.In this way, you abandon your life, lay down your weapons, and relax your heart.

You can seal him up again, you can do it.But why not?

Locked in the shackles of hatred, he will never fall down easily until his revenge is completed, but he immediately gave up the idea of ​​surviving after completing it.

My master... your heart is so strong, yet so fragile.I can't help but want to pursue this kind of you, I can't help but want to...

Before that, loyalty was just a rule that must be abided by in the knight's creed.

Since then, the heart that I want to protect no longer belongs to the category of knights.

Diarmuid, who buried this forbearing love deeply in his heart, is a person who, even if he loves deeply, will never destroy the increasingly beautiful master-slave relationship because of his own selfish desires.

My lord... I really want to accompany you forever, I want to think so much... But I must give you freedom.

Because, this is what you want in your life.

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Ahhh, isn't this kind of ending very boring? In short, there are still some scraps left in the next chapter ==

49 Everything Comes to an End

"Is it settled over there?"

"Everything is ready, master."

It is not a few days before the official dissolution of the God Hall.Most of the staff have been resigned, some have gone to the city hall to find official jobs, and some have been assigned new jobs by the government.Diarmuid has been running back and forth to pack his luggage since the morning.Although He Yamendi didn't have any valuables to carry with him, it still took a lot of time for the two of them to collect all the things in the study and studio.

"Speaking of which," Heyamendi murmured to himself, taking off the painting on the easel, and throwing the book into the big box brought by Diarmuid, "Lancer and Gretchen have gotten very close recently. .”

It was like casually chatting with an old friend, but even so, Diarmuid, who carefully stuffed the owner's change of clothes into the bottom of the suitcase and closed the lid, raised his head and replied respectfully:

"If it makes you uncomfortable, I will keep my distance from her."

"Huh? That's not what I meant."

As he was muttering, he scooped up his own chaff and took a few nostalgic glances, when suddenly the spearman clarified his ears, and his tone was extremely serious.

"Although Miss Gretchen is gentle and well-behaved, I have no love for her."

Heyamendi's eyes staring at the watercolor painting made of thick paint trembled suddenly. He turned his head and saw Diarmuid standing up straight, looking at her calmly.

"..." She looked away uncomfortably, and squeezed her sore waist with her backhand.

"Master, please rest for a while, and leave the matter here to me."

The figure of Diarmuid cleaning the room dangled in his ice blue eyes.He Yamendi found a chair and sat down, looking around the room that had been tidied up.He lived there for decades before his death, and lived there for several months after returning to the real world, and the memories he left behind are too deep.If it weren't for the accident that happened in the hall of God, maybe she would live here until the day she was picked up by the Throne of Heroes.

She had moved countless times when she fled in her previous life, but now she just repeated those experiences again.The reason why the Brussels Shrine has a special status in Heyamendi's heart is because Shakasirt is here.Now, he is gone.

Up to now, it is still impossible to figure out what that man was thinking, and which reason more contributed to his suicide.Continuing to stay will only increase the sadness, and leaving may be the best choice.

"All the paintings and calligraphy that have been sorted out are scooped up and sold, although they can't be sold for a few dollars...the rest are not wanted."

"Yes, my master. However, even I know that these are all your painstaking efforts. Are you really willing?"

"There is no banquet in the world that lasts forever. I just use painting to pass the time, and I can't take it with me when we are separated."

"What are we going to do with this magic book? Don't you keep it?" Diarmuid said, handing the book in his hand to Heyamendi.

This is a magic book that purifies spearmen who have become wraiths.The intricate and peculiar patterns on the cover and the Gothic fonts outlined in ink on the inside reminded her of her old friend.

She didn't pick it up.When I saw it, all I felt was pain.

"Get rid of them all, Lancer."

"Understood, as you wish."

Usually, a picture was sold for only a loaf of bread or a meal, and that was when Hoyamendi was alive.She saw that Diarmuid's golden pupils were full of pity. When she looked at those paintings, she seemed to be saying "I think the paintings are very good", which made her feel a little proud in her heart that someone admired them. .

However, I always feel that this guy will automatically filter all the shortcomings of the master. What is the illusion?Moreover, Diarmuid, as a warrior, should... not have the ability to appreciate paintings.

Heyamendi ignored the growl in her heart, and before she could react, Diarmuid had already said with a smile that everything had been sorted out, and he was only waiting for the master to deal with it.

While lamenting the godlike speed of the spearman, he leaned towards him.

Just like what Heyamendi said, the time to be together is always relative, after all, we have to part with Shenting.The day of departure is fast approaching.

They purchased a land of good geomantic omen for Kayak, not far from the resting place of the man he admired.After a second trip to the cemetery to pay respects to Shakasirt and Kajak, they set off for Prague.

There was a small episode before leaving Brussels.It was when Diarmuid made his first appearance in the cemetery wearing that super eye-catching tight-fitting combat outfit, and finally realized that Heyamendi, who had never bought even a single piece of clothing for a follower, realized his mistake.The leather armor that does not match the era completely, went to visit the tomb in such an attire, and on the way back, there were constant pilgrims pointing at him, and even intending to get closer to watch, and it seems that this is not the first time that such a thing has happened.When the day was over, Diarmuid's mistress took him into the streets.

"Sure enough, something is wrong with my clothes..."

After enduring fierce eye attacks from passers-by, Diarmuid, who was walking among the crowd who kept looking at him, murmured uneasily to himself.

"I think it's because you're so pretty."

He Yamendi said this very naturally without raising his head.Quite a lot of eyes fell on the men who were traveling with her. In her opinion, the reason for people's attention was not all because of the strange clothes, but because of intoxication and admiration—of course, they were all women.In fact, when the females accompanied by male companions and the male creatures around them saw the female companion's fascinated eyes on Diarmuid, they all became hostile to him.

With such an outstanding and handsome man walking beside him, almost no one would pay attention to He Yamendi.Under the tremendous pressure caused by the obvious imbalance in popularity, she not only swaggered indifferently, but also comforted her followers from time to time.

"Don't worry about it. It's a woman's problem to be nympho."

Diarmuid raised his depressed head.One exception is now on his side.And that relaxed tone seemed to exclude him from the ranks of women.

"I remembered. You said that you were entangled by the master's fiancée in the previous Holy Grail War, right? Thinking about your life experience, Lancer, do you hate women very much? Think they always trouble you some type of."

The knight who was suspected by the self-willed master was blatantly pursued by the nagging mistress. She had heard Diarmuid tell about this past.Considering the hearts of her followers, she rarely takes the initiative to mention it.

"Although the ending is regrettable, I have absolutely no resentment toward them. Maybe... this is the experience I was born to endure."

Diarmuid always tried to convince himself to treat this mole of tears that was always attracting bees and butterflies.When he met Heyamendi for the first time, he did think briefly in his heart—"Ah, it's a female lord, will there be any trouble, I've had enough of that kind of disaster."Probably because Diarmuid at that time still had the blackened thoughts after the violence.But when Heyamendi's magic book told him to drive away the wraith, this thought disappeared immediately.The charming demon appearance is completely ineffective against the current owner, which is reassuring.Yes, this also