[Fate Gun Brother] The 2.5th Holy Grail War

Hello. "

Looking at the smiling Diarmuid, she nodded.Although some ingredients such as milk, eggs, sugar, and salt are added to the ice and snow and stirred continuously in a small bucket, the appearance looks quite rough, but the taste is first-class.There is nothing more blissful than eating Diarmuid's special cooling cream ice in the scorching summer.

Diarmuid patiently and gently puts every bite of ice cream into his master's mouth.He Yamendi Teng couldn't make a move, he could only open his lips and accept it blindly.The soft touch melts on the tip of the tongue like silky satin, icy and sweet.

"Lancer's cooking skills are getting better and better."

Thinking about it, I only asked Gretchen for about a week, and Diarmuid's cooking level has to be admirable.

"Because I know that sooner or later there will be a day when I move out alone, so if I am the only one serving you, of course I have to learn all aspects. I must guarantee all your basic necessities." Diarmuid smiled heartily, digging again A scoop of ice cream was delivered to her mouth, "When I was fleeing in the past, although I had to hunt small animals in the wild every day, or dig wild vegetables to satisfy my hunger, it was the first time to cook in a regular way like recently. I put It was accepted as a required course for knights."

The way the gunmen talked eloquently made He Yamen Di feel like seeing a kitchen god born in front of him accompanied by golden light in an instant.

"You're not a servant. Besides, you can go out to eat."

"I would be glad to serve you. Are you not so inclined?"

"You are very good, but maybe luck is..."

Indeed, during these days, when only the two of them lived, Diarmuid took care of all the trivial matters.

But -- some eye-popping episodes must be left out.

Taking advantage of the gap when the spearman looked at him in a daze, Heyamendi glanced at the kitchen as if nothing.After buying paint in the morning, she just stepped through the gate and before she could change her shoes, she heard screams—the crackling sound of ceramics hitting the floor, and then, conservatively estimated that ten plates were dead there in a precarious manner.

She still remembered Diarmuid scratching his head like a big, listless dog. "Ah, Lancer, you are so heroic on the battlefield, but after returning to a normal life, you can't even handle a few dishes?" I seemed to be joking to him at the time.

"...I, I will definitely be extra careful!" The spearman's cheeks were quickly stained with a layer of blush as if recalling the foolishness he made in the morning in the master's playful eyes.

"Has the wreckage been cleaned up?"

"Of course, absolutely, don't worry."

Diarmuid replied firmly, showing a sunny smile as much as possible to drive away the image of the stupid dog who made a mistake but didn't know what to do, and then fed him again.

"Well, lancer, don't you want to eat?"

"I made this for you. Of course, you enjoyed it alone....Well, master, here are some things. Excuse me."

Accompanied by these words, all the blood in He Yamendi's body rushed to his head.It took a long time to react, and Diarmuid's rough fingers rubbed against her lips, and his slightly hot fingertips wiped off the cream left by the master at the corner of his mouth.The action of wiping was so gentle and irresistible that it made her feel as if she had stuttered.

"...you are... talking nonsense, a bucket is full, how can I eat it."

Heroic Spirit raised his eyebrows and thought for a while, then smiled quite briskly.

"Then I'll find a way to refrigerate it."

What, what way?Do you want to use ice magic?Don't you know lancer?Heyamendi, who almost said so, smiled wryly at the smiling spearman, and took the last bite.

Seeing that she would bite the spoon and lick twice every time, Diarmuid finally couldn't help it, and asked with an expectant expression:

"Master, are you satisfied with this work?"

"It's great. Lancer is such a perfect man."

"You, it's really... too much." He said with great satisfaction and a little shyness.

He tidied up so that his master would have enough room to paint, and silently went to the kitchen to do the dishes.When he walked out of the living room, he turned his head once, and the eyes staring at the back of the master were as hot as the summer weather.He suddenly found that he was looking forward to the "female painter" who was concentrating on painting to stop what he was doing and turn around to look at himself.

It stayed like this for about ten seconds.When Diarmuid looked away, a bitter smile slowly climbed up the corner of his mouth.Can't be so greedy, so extravagant.Her affirmation is already the best gift from God.

I really want to... just like this forever...

***

A cool autumn day.

The crisp hitting sound is the sound of swords colliding with each other.Diarmuid put on his battle attire, holding an iron sword bought from a street weapon shop.He Yamendi chose a smart dress, holding a rapier without any magic in his hand, and simply exchanging sword skills with the man - on three sides there are iron fences covered with plants, in the corner there are profuse flower beds, In the middle is a large open space in a large garden.

This should be the reason why He Yamendi took a fancy to this garden house.

The two engaged in simulated battles almost every day. According to the agreement made during the Holy Grail War, Diarmuid passed on his martial arts to her without reservation.Under his guidance, Heyamendi has achieved some success in swordsmanship.

Before the competition, she asked Diarmuid to promise herself that she would never let the water go. However, the spearman, who did not want to hurt his master, subconsciously relieved part of his strength, and controlled it cautiously and calmly in order not to let his master find out.He Yamendi had already guessed this point and acquiesced.Otherwise, I am afraid that there is no way to form a stalemate with coming and going, but it will be out of the game with three strikes.

Regardless of Heyamendi's frail appearance, the "Phantom" she uses in hand-to-hand combat is not the same as the servant caster.In the past, casters were always used to teleporting out before the enemy hit them, but Heyamendi gave up this battle theory.

In Diarmuid's impression, when he swung his sword towards her, he should have hit the air, and she should have disappeared before his eyes and suddenly appeared behind him. This is accumulated from the Holy Grail War. experience of.

but……

The rapier pierced Diarmuid from an unexpected angle.The defense on the left flank is exposed.However, this is also because Diarmuid cooperates with his master to only fight with a sword in his right hand, so he will be taken advantage of.

She is releasing the fastest speed as possible, which seems to be quite cautious.

Familiar with the basic use method of "Phantom" "High Speed ​​Run", he confronted Diarmuid's sword in a posture of sliding left and right.Try to avoid too many fights with the opponent's weapons, casually dodge the attack slightly sideways, or flick the tip of the sword, and then push Diarmuid back with force.She made up for the lack of strength with agile steps and techniques, coupled with her petite stature, which is good for dodging, she is actually more difficult to deal with than caster in real fights.

However, gaps remain.

Diarmuid has sufficient strength, and she often takes several steps back with one blow, and it is very hard to bear every sword.The spearman's own agility attribute and the high speed achieved by Heyamendi's acquired magic cannot be judged as superior or inferior, but because of the superiority in strength, Diarmuid took the lead in making moves.As an opponent, this man's swordsmanship is so perfect that there is almost no flaw.

clang--

The rapier was blocked, and Heyamendi, who was staggering backwards, couldn't keep his balance. A ray of light rushed up quickly, and struck from before his eyes together with the iron sword glowing with dark light.

"...!"

Heyamendi, who thought he would be pierced from the front by the spearmen who entered a state of ecstasy as soon as the battle started, saw Diarmuid turning his attack angle very close to him with a dumb expression.Although the iron sword finally cut into the soil, the wind pressure caused by the sword energy still blows the weeds flying in all directions.

... This guy deliberately scares me.

"My lord, your skills are already very professional, whether it is the flexibility of your wrist or your footwork. However, strength is the foundation of fighting. If you want to beat me, you must strengthen this aspect."

Stretching out his hand to grab the master who was leaning back, Diarmuid stared straight at her with flickering upright eyes, as if expecting her to leave the teacher as soon as possible, and then compete with him again, completely ignoring He Yamen The fact that Di was not in a high mood.

...The footwork and so on are just sloppy.If I don't use "Phantom", I can't keep up with your speed...

She forcibly resisted the urge to speak out this disappointing thought, and moved closer to him.

"Ah, it lasted so long this time, there are twenty rounds, right?"

Due to her approaching, Diarmuid blushed slightly and nodded, his head immediately lowered a lot, and the black hair on his forehead also shook.

"One day I'm going to fuck you up, be prepared in advance, Lancer."

"Yes, yes. Um... Master, it will definitely be fine."

The spearman, who was very happy because he had an opponent to fight against him at first, suddenly became incoherent.Although he possesses the sharp and athletic attitude of a warrior, his polite attitude and handsome appearance can easily give people the illusion of a frail scholar.

His eyes swept across the other party's golden pupils, which looked like flowing gold under the refraction of the sun, like two warm eyes.