[Fate Gun Brother] The 2.5th Holy Grail War

Runyu is like a gem.

For no reason, Heyamendi grabbed the man's shoulder with his free left hand and pulled him closer to him.Diarmuid, who thought he would continue to look at each other until the silence, was stunned.His master, sealing his mouth with soft lips, kissed him.

With a low snort, the man could hear the trill from his throat.Because of the shock, his mind was completely blank for a moment.What surprised him even more was that the kiss ended just after it started.

"Come down."

she said so.There was no ups and downs in tone, no change in expression, just like the master gave orders to servants.

Can't refuse, can't resist.Diarmuid lowered his body according to her words, allowing her to have a suitable height to kiss him.

The slender and soft hand, the master's hand, was slowly moving down.Move from the man's shoulders all the way to the chest.Following the close contact of the palms, there was a warm, vibrant pulsation faintly conveyed.

Why does the master... such thinking is meaningless, Diarmuid feels that his sanity is becoming thinner and thinner.His eyes, which were wide open in shock, slowly narrowed until they were completely closed.With a pious face longing for the blessings of the gods, Diarmuid opened his mouth slightly, allowing his master to kiss him quietly.

At first it was just a superficial contact, but when Heyamendi began to try to pry her lips open, the sweetness of honey rushed into her mouth immediately.This is the unique taste of gunmen.To go any further would be a deep kiss, she reminded herself that she had to stop.Right in front of her, Diarmuid's hard body trembled uncontrollably.

Involuntarily, under the more rapid panting, he began to stick out his tongue in response to her sucking.His legs gradually went numb, together with the tingling in his mouth.The sword was still held in the right hand, but the left hand, who didn't know where to put it, had already climbed up along the curve of the master's waist, trying to take her closer to his arms.

"Um……"

She felt Diarmuid's outstretched five fingers pressing on her back, and a wave of heat came from the palm to the depths of her soul.This made her restrained suddenly, a laser flashed across her icy blue eyes, and when he wanted to take the place of his hesitant master, he entangled the tip of his tongue around hers and kissed her deeper, but she withdrew .Just when she was so intoxicated that she almost lost her reason, she pinched the man's chest and forced him to push him away, widening the distance between them.

"..."

The two gasping for breath looked at each other speechlessly.The man's expression seems to be asking why, and it seems to want to continue with a pleading meaning, immersed in regret that he was not interrupted by his own intention, and his eyes are blurred.

"It's nothing...just teasing you."

It doesn't make sense if you don't give the other party an explanation.She turned cold, her voice was stiff, and she said expressionlessly.Diarmuid immediately let go of her left hand.

"...Teasing? Are you playing tricks on me?"

It was as if he had tasted a bitter fruit all at once, overflowing his face, and that sour expression almost touched her heartstrings, but she pretended to turn a blind eye and still did not withdraw her words.

"Yeah, who told you to deliberately scare me just now. It's you...do you know what you're doing?"

"I'm... kissing you back." He said in a hoarse voice, "I'm responding to your request."

"...Huh?...No, you...would have misunderstood me."

He said so in a panic.She frowned, glanced away as if she was angry at herself, and turned her back to stay away from the man.So far, Heyamendi attributed the reason for his hot-headed behavior to petty revenge on the man.Something seemed to be waking up in my heart.She breathed in and out several times in a row, trying to drive away the emotion that she couldn't understand.

Diarmuid stared at her back, the bitterness on his face intensified a bit.

"I'm really sorry... I made a mistake in my judgment. If I can't even understand your thoughts, how can I stay by your side and serve you..."

"Lancer, don't—"

He wanted to explain something to the self-blaming man but was interrupted by a scolding.

"People inside, get out of here!"

--what happened?

The two people who followed the voice looked over, in their eyes, they saw a strong middle-aged man holding the iron railing full of plant stems and leaves with both hands, his body straightened, wishing to get out of the narrow space. Get in through the gap.His face was flushed with drunkenness, as if he had drunk a lot of wine.

"What are you doing! Are you domestic violence? Don't you know there are other neighbors living around?! There will be strange noises coming out at this time every day, making it so noisy that the elderly and children can't take a nap!"

It seems that the noise from the previous competition disturbed other people.It was only then that Heyamendi thought of putting away his sword, and while sighing, he watched Diarmuid block her from going towards the man.Heroic Spirit's face was covered with a very polite, indifferent expression that could not even be called a smile.

"I'm the housekeeper here. Tell me if you have anything to do. Don't disturb my family."

"Ao—Which lord? Who? You can tell that she is an unscrupulous woman at a glance. Have an affair with a servant behind her husband's back?"

Diarmuid, who wanted to come forward to apologize, endured the smell of alcohol gushing from the man's mouth. When he heard the man's slander against Heya Mendi, his eyes suddenly rolled into anger, as if he wanted to dissect the man's body General looked at him fiercely.

"Hey, this look, who is showing it to—"

The man, who appeared fearless under the influence of alcohol, raised his hand to push Diarmuid's chest.The latter grabbed his wrist.

"Huh...how come? It seems that I can't let you suffer a little bit!"

After the man finished speaking, he changed his hand and swung an uppercut very arrogantly, trying to knock down Diarmuid from the front, but was caught by the latter's palm and held it tightly.

Baji—I don’t know if the wrist is dislocated, but it’s not that nothing happened.Diarmuid just twisted his wrist casually, and the man's left hand was deformed.

"You, you hit someone...you are so ruthless! I remember you..." He was incoherent.

"No, you won't remember. It's embarrassing for you to fall and break your hand after being drunk. You won't mention it to anyone, and you never want to remember it."

Heyamendi who followed from behind stared at the man's eyes.Diarmuid let him go.A burst of black light annihilated along with the triangular magic circle disappearing on the back of the hand.After the hypnotic magic took effect, the man quickly ran away in a panic.

"Lancer, why are you like this?" She turned to the black-haired Heroic Spirit, "Why are you arguing so much with drunks, and it's true that we are too loud."

He was speechless, his golden pupils were flickering, and his clenched fists were clenched even tighter.

Although it was said that the opponent made the first move, it is also true that he struck too hard.So I can't justify my recklessness at all.Diarmuid picked up the iron sword that was thrown on the ground when he was dealing with the drunkard, and froze there without knowing how to answer.Between the lips and teeth, you can still feel the aftertaste left by the owner.

That expression again...

Aggrieved to the point of being speechless.It was also like the disappointed expression shown when he was pushed away earlier.

He Yamendi stroked his forehead and sighed helplessly.Reminiscent of the man who secretly kissed him just now, I feel that it is difficult for me to face him for a while.After taking two small steps like sitting on pins and needles, he hurriedly turned around and went back to the room, leaving him alone.

Diarmuid caressed her where he kissed him, letting his eyes linger on her back.

"Owner……"

This murmur has no listener.

that night.

"I might go to bed late today, Lancer, you go and rest first."

"Then I'll bring you a supper at midnight, and please don't be too tired."

After this back and forth conversation was over, Heyamendi locked himself in the room to prevent servants from coming in, neither physical nor spiritual.

Heroic Spirits don't need to sleep.The purpose of the room for Diarmuid is basically to lie on the bed and stare at the ceiling in a daze.However, after moving to this house, his owner still designated a sleeping place for him semi-compulsively.

Stewed beef and a variety of vegetables are on the side, which is a dinner carefully prepared by Diarmuid.The delicious food that usually whets the appetite, but now I have no appetite at all.He Yamendi simply ignored it, turned around and began to draw.

But it was very unsatisfactory that after adding three strokes on the paper, it couldn't go on.I can't remember what I originally planned to do, and I don't have any inspiration.In desperation, he could only flip through the novel at hand that he had read once without interest.

The more you remind yourself to keep your mind free from distractions, the more you will be able to wander.He Yamendi, who seemed to be serious about reading at night, couldn't read a single word.The scene in the afternoon always pops into my head like a bunny from time to time.

... She seemed to see that smear of red burning in front of her eyes like the flames of purgatory, getting more and more intense... However, the face of the person burning in the fire appeared more and more clearly, Smiling, crying.Those fiery red eyes looked at her sadly.The slightly parted lips are like withered petals, calling her softly, Master...

"—!"

She woke up suddenly, and found herself in a daze, still sitting on the chair, and just fell asleep lying on the table.He reached out and touched his hair, combing the slightly messy strands.

I had this dream again, the same dream hundreds of times and thousands of times, repeating the last scene I saw before I was alive