[Fate Gun Brother] The 2.5th Holy Grail War

The tone seemed to be announcing his death sentence.

"Sir, please stand up. Walk out of this door, through the corridor outside, and leave here. I will not participate in any Holy Grail War, please go back."

"Heya..." The brown-haired man couldn't bear to listen anymore, "The Holy Grail War is not the kind of thing you imagine you can participate in just by signing up! It's not a banquet, it's not a competition, it's a war!  … ...Since you have been chosen by the Holy Grail, and even the servants have appeared in front of you, don't you want to explore the reason for this?"

Raising her eyebrows, she glanced in Shaka Sirt's direction, and the woman teased in a vicious tone deliberately pretended, "Oh? It seems that there is an old man here who wants to discuss the reason with me? Then..." squatting Next, his face moved closer to the kneeling man, stopped an elbow away from Diarmuid, and looked at him quietly, "Mr., please avoid it for a while! I want to talk to the old man alone. A while." Then he got up quickly and sat down casually on the chair in front of the director's desk.

"Yes, my Master."

Diarmuid responded softly, and disappeared in place as a spirit.Although he couldn't see him, He Yamendi could feel his presence, and he should be slowly walking towards the corridor outside the door.

Shaka Sirt sat down across from her, and took a sip of the black tea that was already cold in the exquisite tea set on the table.

"He Ya, what you said just now deeply hurt that heroic spirit."

"There is no way to do this. After all, heroic spirits are just dead souls after all, right?"

Shakashirt looked at her blue eyes and did not deny it.

"And I'm all like this... With my undead body, I will participate in a life-and-death struggle with another undead? I really have no intention of doing this."

She raised her head and sighed towards the gorgeous chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The expression on her face was clear and sad, which had never been shown in front of Kayak and Diarmuid before.

"...Then what are you going to do with this servant?"

After pondering, Thin Lips gave the answer.

"No matter what, I won't go."

Go out and walk towards your study.I didn't see that dark figure along the way.Want to call but don't know how to speak.What's his name?He Yamendi couldn't help regretting that he didn't listen carefully to what the man said just now.

But she knew he hadn't left.That breath is still there.

"Mr. Yingling?"

Opening the mouth tentatively, Heyamendi pondered towards the empty corridor.

And Diarmuid immediately appeared in front of her.

"Waiting for your call at any time."

The sudden appearance of the man made He Yamendi think, has he been following me?Have you been protecting me so closely?Will I be silently watched by an invisible man? !

Couldn't help shivering, He Yamendi said seriously, a little seriously:

"Maybe it will make you feel a little rude, I just couldn't remember your name."

"My name is Diarmuid Odina, master."

"Ah...you really don't have to call me that." He Yamendi frowned a little as if he had a natural resistance to the word [master].

"But it was you who summoned me here."

His gaze swept over the man's handsome face: exquisite facial features, firm look, golden eyes... and... the mole of tears that seemed to have magical power in the corner of his eye.Obviously, what he saw before was a man with scarlet eyes covered with bloodshot eyes and an ominous aura all over his body, like a demon from hell.Why did the eyes turn golden at this moment, and the manic aura also disappeared?

He couldn't help but glanced at the mole again.

"Is it a charm technique?"

"I'm sorry. This is the curse I carried from birth." Diarmuid pursed his lips, a little afraid to look directly at the Master's gaze.

"Ha, it's a pity that it's completely useless to me. I won't soften my heart because of your face." She knew that her words would definitely hurt the other party, but she had to say it, "To sum it up, I don't want to participate Holy Grail War, please go back. You can go back wherever you were inspired, or go to seek refuge with other selected masters, whatever you want. All in all, I-don’t-need-you.”

A trace of pain flashed across Diarmuid's face.

"...The only person who can make me offer my loyalty is the one who summoned me, and that person is you. Master, please forgive me for leaving here."

"..."

She was speechless.She just kept staring at him with compelling eyes.Diarmuid was a little nervous when she saw him, and immediately changed the subject.

"Master, I'm sorry, can I have a look at the command spell in your hand?"

"Command spell? But I don't have that kind of thing."

…………? !

While bearing the man's unbelievable gaze, he brought the backs of his hands to him.There—there was nothing there.There is nothing but fair skin wrapped around a slender skeleton...

"See, there was something wrong. Diarmuid, I really don't know why you were summoned here. The Holy Grail may have chosen you, but not me."

She lied.But she had to.

This time it was Diarmuid's turn to be left speechless.

——Why is this happening?Can't he escape the fate of being abandoned by his master? !He doesn't want to hate anyone, but why does fate always play tricks on him?

This is the last struggle of the man named Diarmuid——

"But I can indeed feel that the magic power you provided to me is continuously supporting my body...My lord, the Holy Grail War hasn't started yet, are you going to abandon me?"

These heartfelt words, which were similar to crying, did not change the direction of the development of the matter.

"Then if I stop the supply of magic power, will you disappear?"

There was no emotion in the white-haired woman's icy blue eyes.Heyamendi took one last look at him, then walked away from him and walked away.

……

Diarmuid stood on the spot, motionless, and could clearly feel that the supply of magic power was cut off the moment the woman's voice fell.He knew that this time, his path of loyalty was over before it even started.Something called fate taunted him, something called honor left him perhaps forever...

"Your job agency is lancer, right?"

The sudden voice interrupted Diarmuid's painful thoughts.Shaka Sirt stood five meters away from him, and he didn't know when he came over.

"I read your story, you are a warrior who is good at wielding two guns."

Diarmuid shook his head.

"For me now, job placement is meaningless." Ying Ling's shoulders had already drooped.

"He Ya, she...actually has a Command Seal."

"...?!!"

"She just didn't expect this sudden change and was not prepared. You don't have to pay too much attention to her words, ah... her speaking style is just like that. She can always say that kind of expression with a face that has nothing to do with her In other words, people who don't know her will think she is mean and indifferent."

Dimuludo bowed his head in silence, his handsome face was covered by the shadow of the corridor.Shakashirt couldn't see the expression on his face.

"How long can you last without a magic power supply?"

The source of power to maintain the present world has been cut off.However, the Heroic Spirit who was supposed to disappear immediately stayed where he was.The magic power remaining in Diarmuid's body is still being slowly absorbed by his body at this moment.

The master obviously only provided a very short supply of magic power, but it was unexpectedly large. Diarmuid carefully estimated how long these magic powers would allow him to maintain his presence in the world.

"...up to three days."

"Ah, I thought you were going to disappear soon."

"It really should be so..."

"Now that I know the deadline... Lancer, I plan to try hard. Although I can't guarantee it, I will try my best to convince her. You can relax your mind, save your magic power for the next three days, and stay here in the form of a spirit body! "

Dilum was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that this man would say this to himself, but when he saw Shaka Sirte's unusually serious expression, he knew that this was definitely not just perfunctory himself.

"...Then, I'll go outside to inspect." He hesitated, but said so after all.Then he disappeared, as if he had never appeared before, and disappeared.

***

On a particularly sunny day, the fresh, fragrant, and elegant earthy smell is accompanied by the smell of green grass.Winter afternoons in Brussels look extraordinarily warm.

There is a large lawn behind the Shenting mansion, which is sparsely surrounded by some fences, and it is the best place for leisurely playing.Although it is already winter, the lawn is still well maintained.This is Shakasirt's little paradise. The head of the department often comes here to play white balls after finishing his official duties.

After placing the ball carefully, he walked away, slowly swinging his hands holding the club back and forth, staring intently at the hole not far away.

"How long has it been since Lancer showed up?" After speaking, he swung his club at the same time, and the little white ball flew out with a perfect trajectory and stopped on the turf about one meter beside the hole.

In front of him was Heyamendi, who was wearing the same black robe as before, supplemented by golden intricate embroidery.On the black and gold two-color skirt, there were some patterns similar to olive branch lace.

Recently——since that servant appeared, Heyamendi has been making himself