[Fate Gun Brother] The 2.5th Holy Grail War

.And what was she thinking before dreaming?

"Lancer, I warned you not to come in."

She seemed to be saying something unpleasant, but her voice was unusually soft.The aura of the spirit-formed servant was discovered before it passed through the wall.The spearman who was pulled out from the invisible space by the master had no choice but to smile wryly, and honestly appeared in front of her as an entity.

"Would you like a supper for you? Master, your dinner...it seems that it hasn't been touched at all."

"Ah, it's so late before I know it..."

She neither turned her head nor moved, she just sat there calmly.The atmosphere in the room gradually became silent, which lasted for a long time.

I can still watch her back for a few days.

How long can I stay with her?

When Diarmuid stared at his master from behind, a frightening thought suddenly crossed his mind.

Every day you live with the consequences of your decisions.The date promised with the Holy Grail is getting closer.Whether to follow the other party forever, or to do my best to satisfy her wishes, these two conflicting wishes cannot be realized together in the end.

I want to hug you, but my hand is a weapon that will clear all obstacles for you.I can't hold you tight, because no matter how hard I try, I can't free the hand that holds the weapon.

After all, it's just a knight.

Moreover, he is still an unqualified knight.

But no matter what, the knight must protect the lord with his own hands, and can't ask for anything else.

Perhaps the obstacle that straddles them is the relationship between the master and the servant, this hurdle.

The dead silence was embarrassing.Diarmuid recovered from these slightly presumptuous thoughts, half closed his gold-leaf eyes, and carefully asked for instructions.

"Master,...don't you want to eat yet? Or, are you still angry about what happened during the day?"

"Angry?—no, no...how could it be?"

Using the movement of turning around, he sneaked a sneak peek at the mole under the corner of Ying Ling's eyes, as usual, he didn't think there was anything special about it.Sure enough, it's not a question of charm magic, so how to explain the behavior during the day...

Diarmuid stood dignifiedly a few meters away, unaware of Heyamendi's thoughts, and calmly accepted her gaze.

The meticulous care over the past few months has made her more and more dependent on him, as if she would not be able to live without Diarmuid.

This must be the reason, so she must say something so that her servant—a man with a bright smile and high spirits can't show any sad expression.If he didn't express his position, maybe he would gradually become depressed.

"Lancer, you're fine....Really fine. No matter what happens, I won't be mad at you. Because, if there is any problem, it must be on me..."

"...Why did you say that?"

"Since the end of the Holy Grail War, I have been troubled by repeated nightmares. A single, uninteresting plot."

Diarmuid was a little surprised.This answer, which seemed to omit too many steps, puzzled him.Hoyamendi noticed his expression.

"After Einzbern died in front of me, the frequency of that dream became more and more frequent. It even...made me wonder who it was that I was dreaming about."

"Why...you never told me these things." After hearing this, Diarmuid became more and more concerned, so he went straight to the master.

"It's useless to tell you," she smiled wryly under the tightly frowning gaze of the spearman who was a step away from her, "Perhaps the reason I hate him is because he always breaks into my dreams. It will build up slowly."

The bull's head is wrong with the horse's mouth.In the end, she still failed to explain her actions in the afternoon, omitting to even make up a far-fetched reason.Is it really just a prank?In that case, there are other ways to do it.

Diarmuid didn't know why the master talked about him so much, whether he was using teasing excuses to cover up his guilt; or looking back, he regretted that Yames couldn't stick to the same goal...

Can't help but sigh in my heart.The master who seldom took the initiative to mention the servants before his death actually said it outright this time. If he really probed into the reasons for this phenomenon, it would make Diarmuid even more confused.

Like her, he rarely told Heyamendi about the past, whether it was Grania as his wife or the leader Finn.The reasons for this are obvious.Anyone who knows Diarmuid is familiar with his legend.Besides, it would be extremely rude to bring up the past in front of the current lord - at least he thought so.

Perhaps, this is the best proof that he has never been as good as Yames in the master's mind.Being hated, but also being remembered for a lifetime.Even the reasons for hatred seemed so pale.

Depressed, sad, and a little jealous, Diarmuid couldn't face up to these real portrayals of his feelings that confused him.You should have realized this earlier, right?That kiss... Maybe it was really just a "trick".

Finally, they sat together and divided the supper in half.Heyamendi continued to carry on the fine tradition that he had cultivated since a long time ago, forcing food to the spearmen who didn't move much.

"Look, if you finally have the opportunity to maintain your body every day, let's experience the pleasure of being a 'human'."

"This is all thanks to your gift. Once you said it, I almost forgot when was the last time I became a spirit body."

"Open your eyes and talk nonsense, didn't you change once when you sneaked in just now?"

"..."

The man on the opposite side opened his mouth wide in surprise and was silent for a while. Seeing his expression, He Yamendi laughed visibly with malice.

After eating everything, he drank the black tea made by Diarmuid in one gulp, and Heyamendi glanced at the heroic spirit who seemed to be full of thoughts.In his eyes, there was still a bit of pain and sadness.

"Hi, lancer."

At her soft call, he raised his head.

"Don't really care, you've done a good job."

Is the subtext no matter how good it is, it is still not as good as "him"?Diarmuid thought this in his heart a little self-inflicted.The words he wanted to ask were tangled in his throat, but what he finally said didn't mean that at all.

"Master always praises me without hesitation."

"It would be nice if you could smile. I like to see you smile."

He froze for a moment, his eyes slowly widening visibly.Although it was just a comforting sentence, it still had a big impact on Diarmuid's heart when it was said from the master's mouth.

"Yes, it is."

He was still in a trance, and after an erratic answer, the loyal heroic spirit smiled.Not sure how to smile, will it make the sad face more ugly?

"No matter what you want me to do, I will satisfy you unconditionally." When he said this, Diarmuid's expression was as serious as ever, as if... nothing had happened before.

The calendar is turned page by page, and the days go by day by day.

Not alienated by the owner because of this, but not overly intimate either.The two of them didn't mention this matter as if they had made an appointment, and lived a normal life.

***

It was a windy day.

The streets are full of red and red birds, hung with all kinds of decorations.No matter how bad the weather is, it can't hinder people's enthusiasm for Christmas.In this grand festival, looking around, everything is colorful, red, gray, and white.Every household is decorated with lights, candles are lit, and they happily sit under the Christmas tree and have dinner together.

Diarmuid bought ready-made roast chicken and brandy, and came back from the snowy streets.The black hair was covered with a thin layer of snowflakes, which melted wetly along his cheeks, and for a moment, his lean and handsome face was enveloped in a seductive atmosphere.

Stretching out his hand to pat the snow on his body a few times, Diarmuid leaned towards Heyamendi who was arranging the lanterns, and thoughtfully expressed that he would do it.

The two nestled in the room surrounded by the heat of the stove, poured some wine, and began to enjoy a big meal consisting of turkey, raisin pudding, sweet potatoes, etc.The rich aroma of chocolate candies fills the air.

"..."

Heyamendi, whose eyes were in a trance immediately after drinking a glass of wine, looked at Dilumudo who was sitting next to him, tasting the wine without changing his face.

Although it may seem surprising at first glance, it is not surprising when you think about it carefully.As a member of the Knights, Diarmuid, who often marches and fights outside, will attend various carnivals every time he returns triumphantly.That's why this guy's drinking capacity can't be seen as amazing.Compared with him, Heyamendi, who basically belongs to the type of teetotaler, is far behind.However, seeing that Diarmuid was in high spirits today and exaggerated the festive atmosphere, he drank with him.

It seems that there is something less than usual.Dilumu took a sip of the wine and saw Heyamendi resting his eyes with one hand resting on his forehead, and then he remembered that what was missing was that the master didn't force food for him as usual.

"Ah, I seem...to be drunk..."

When he was suspicious, he heard this whisper.In front of Diarmuid, the deeply buried snow-like head lifted up, and the foggy blue eyes met the worried golden eyes, panting slightly.

"Master, can't you drink?" Asking such a question, Diarmuid bowed slightly, remembering that the master did not seem to have drunk in front of him.

"Never... never drink..."

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