[Fate Gun Brother] The 2.5th Holy Grail War

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Crossing the street, they entered a suit shop.An old tailor with a measuring tape came over to Dilumudo to take measurements, gesticulating on his body.

The fitting took some time.After He Yamendi looked over everything, he finally made a decision.Diarmuid, who had tried on at least six sets of clothes, looked helplessly at the satisfied owner, and felt a burst of relief in his heart.

A white shirt with a bow tie, a waistcoat, and a three-piece suit with a straight black jacket clearly reflect the masculinity of Diarmuid men.Although he couldn't show all his advantages, this guy is simply a natural clothes hanger. The suit full of gentlemanly demeanor is matched with that tall and straight figure, which can only be described as complementing each other.

"It's the first time I saw Lancer not wearing tights, and I'm really not used to it."—Maybe this is the so-called advantage of being buried?

"Master, do you mean that you like my previous outfit more?"

"I like them all, they are all beautiful."

Diarmuid, who was always entangled by the opposite sex in the past, was no stranger to any endless compliments, and even had calluses in his ears, suddenly blushed slightly.But he didn't know that Heyamendi just praised himself as a work of art.

After painstakingly preparing clothes for Diarmuid in order to coordinate with the environment of the times, Heyamendi also bought new clothes for himself.The long skirt with stand collar, leg of lamb sleeves and high waist has a lot of lace ruffles and multi-layered tailoring. It is mainly white and supplemented by black ribbons, which is a typical Victorian style.

In Diarmuid's eyes, although he just took off the dull black skirt that was always mistaken for a nun, and put on a knee-length skirt like snowflake crystals, such a master seemed to be welcoming a new life, Matched with her snow-like curly hair, it gives people a feeling of vitality, restraint and softness.

The two people, one black and one white, seem to be a real knight and a protected princess.So, is it true that people rely on clothes? He Yamendi felt with the blue veins on his forehead that passers-by on the street began to cast curious glances at him... Oh, that's not right, maybe it's someone who is wearing a suit by his side Diarmuid is more eye-catching.

On a sunny day in early summer, they had gone to Prague.

In the city that recovered from the unknown war, the Charles Bridge has long since been restored.They went to the abandoned forest where Kayak's bones were buried.Out of respect for the deceased, he finally gave up the idea of ​​transporting the body back to Brussels to reunite with the empty tomb.If you do that, I'm afraid it will alarm the people who are sleeping in the ground.

It's like a ship that sank at the bottom of the water a long time ago and was salvaged after centuries.Prague is still so beautiful, but it has suffered too much pain.When I came to the Magic City again, when I was walking on the Golden Lane that was finally relieved from the disaster of the massacre, when I passed by the abandoned small church that no one cares about, when I looked at the citizen museum under reconstruction When we were at the lumberyard on Petřín Mountain, when we were walking on the unique cobblestone roads in Prague, when we were drinking tea under the umbrellas in the Old Town Square—yes, it was not voluntary, but Those are the scars they brought to this city.Why on earth?

"Still...can't stop..."

The way the setting sun shone on her body covered her whole body with a layer of golden sand.The Vltava River flows quietly under the embankment.Diarmuid clenched his fists and bit his lips in reproach.

Due to my broken promise at the last moment, the war that would never be repeated will continue to be staged at some point in the distant future.Under his selfish wish, he seemed to be able to prevent the same tragedy from happening again, but it fell short.Even if he is sanctioned like this, he can only keep silent.

He glanced at the woman beside him from the corner of his eye.

Xia Feng fluttered on He Yamendi's face.She closed her eyes, listening to the wind coming and going in her ears, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

What is the master thinking?

The master is not a person full of sympathy, although it is a bit cruel to think so, but Diarmuid does not feel that she is silently mourning for those who were innocently involved in the struggle.She is so indifferent to everything around her, and only cares about the most important friends around her.The master who has faced all kinds of cruel fate has long since had no extra emotion to feel compassion for others—wasn't she herself also implicated?

Blue eyes opened.Diarmuid's gaze followed those eyes.The place Heyamendi looked at was the Wenceslas Square in the new city, where the decisive battle between the Berserker master and slaves took place.

Diarmuid suddenly realized, but not clearly, he just felt a message from his subconscious.Maybe that man is the one she will never forget.

I don't know if it's because "lancer, lancer" was called too much in the Holy Grail War, and it's even more fluent than the heroic spirit's real name.Heyamendi still called it that for a long time after the war.And Diarmuid always called "master", "my lord" or "master" randomly.Occasionally, very occasionally, she would be called "His Royal Highness Heyamendi" or "Your Excellency", and this was when outsiders were present.There are so many ways to call it, and she will let him do it all.

Generally speaking, the two people's way of getting along is calm and harmonious with some minor disturbances.The upright spearmen couldn't stand up to the master's poisonous tongue, but most of the time He Yamendi just clicked to the point.Every time she saw Diarmuid showing a pitiful expression like a child criticized by her parents, she could only suppress the urge to bully her and say sweet words to appease him. he.

At other times, a certain knight would make a small counterattack... although it was just a feeble thrashing on the water.

"I always feel as if I have done something inconsistent. I remember I said I would never take the train again, ah, I didn't expect to..."

"I also remembered what I said. You really are a master who doesn't count. Have you considered giving yourself a ban of 'not taking trains'?"

"What are you talking about? I'm not your Celtics. It's so deceitful to always impose restrictions and make things difficult for myself. Besides, if you want to travel far in this day and age, you have to take the train, don't you?" In the undead state of the heroic spirit, her spatial ability was also deprived.

"...Yes, it was my words that were thoughtless. But master, do you want to use this time to travel?"

"Still... uh, forget it. I don't want my ass to suffer anymore."

Conversations like this happen from time to time.

It took more than two months just to bump back and forth on the train.They are staying in Prague for a few days.After returning to Brussels, it was already a scorching summer, and it was less than half a year before the birth of the world.

Walking side by side along the corridor leading from the train station to the street outside, Heyamendi, who was walking slightly in front of him, sometimes raised his brows and raised his lips and chatted with him with a smile, and sometimes just walked indifferently without saying a word, carrying his luggage Diarmuid in the box always responded gently with a respectful attitude.In the eyes of others, it looks like a pair of intimate men and women who are familiar with each other's temper.

The incorruptible Sakashiert left an inheritance far less than Heyamendi imagined, and half of it was left to her.But it didn't make any sense... because no matter whether she succeeded or not, she had no hope of returning to the present world.Maybe it's just a fluke mentality and hope that my friend can come back from the battlefield in Prague.

The original site of the God Hall was reclaimed by the government, and Heyamendi used the money to buy a real estate, a corner of the lower city five streets away from the Grand Place in Brussels.The location is superior, and it is very convenient to go out whether it is dining, entertainment or shopping.The only thing that puzzles Diarmuid is that the owner is especially fond of the room type with a large garden.Adhering to the theory that "money is something outside life", he finally spent a lot of money to buy a two-story small bungalow.The two stayed there temporarily.

***

It was a hot day.

The weather was getting hotter, and the generous master added new clothes for the spearmen, basically all kinds of shirts, and most of the lower body was tight trousers.

In front of the icy blue eyes is an oil painting with the theme of sunflowers.Outside the well-lit living room is a garden, most of the area is empty, and there are several kinds of flowers planted in the corners, which are the materials that He Yamendi usually copied.She holds a paintbrush in her left hand and a palette in her right hand. She has been sitting on the stool for most of the day.The scent of milk from the other side of the living room irritated her nose every now and then.It was Diarmuid making ice cream in the kitchen.Think back to the mussels and chips you ate yesterday, the seafood dinner and vegetable soup the day before yesterday.Just when He Yamendi was thinking more and more greedy, another work was released.

"Master, do you have time to show your face—"

The pleading voice behind him seems to be protesting the master who put all his mind on painting.

"Hey, if I hadn't gotten along these days, I wouldn't have known you could cook, lancer." Heyamendi concentrated on mixing purple with lime yellow, and while painting the stamens, he turned his back to the spearman and replied .

"Actually, it's not difficult. It's just something you can learn and practice with."

"...It turns out that this is why you approached Gretchen in the first place. You have evil intentions."

A little surprised and a little confused, when she completely turned around to face Diarmuid, the man who stopped her from behind had moved a stool to sit beside her.

"Ah, my hands are dirty..."

"Then let me