[Fate Gun Brother] The 2.5th Holy Grail War

Like a fool who never turns back, keep fighting and fighting with the British... You fool, fool--big fool! ..."

After a series of intense emotional narrations, Haierwen couldn't hold back the pain in his chest any longer. He howled "Wow--", a large amount of blood gushed out from his mouth, and sprayed on the ground to form irregular and terrifying patterns.

He stretched out his hand and wiped away the blood vigorously, his sleeves were already stained with blood, which was terrifying.

He stopped the rider who wanted to help him.

In the past, every time he read about the girl from Orleans, he had tried to keep from crying.But now, he no longer wants to endure it.The historical figure he admired was standing in front of him at this moment.His hands tightly gripped the skirt of his chest.

"...And now, do you want to continue to follow this poor master and die again?——rider! I just want to prove myself, to prove myself...to make my grandfather look at me with admiration, and to make everyone in the family recognize me It's just me...but look at me like this, I can't be your master, I'm not qualified..."

Don't be so righteous anymore, don't repay grievances with kindness -- say anything you regret, say any vicious words!Just one word is fine, let me know that you have hatred in your heart...or even—you can speak ill of me and say I'm useless!Curse your master! —Don't let that light shine so brightly!I can't look up at all...

"At any rate, you should... resist a little... just accept your fate without complaint, no matter in the past life or now, rider?!"

Staring at the boy lying on the ground, the flaxen-haired girl smiled.That smile seems to be able to accommodate everything.

A slightly flat and friendly voice slowly sounded in the boy's ears:

"No matter what, I know that the victory belongs to France in the end, that's enough. In this Holy Grail War, I just want to do my best to protect you, and I won't think about the things in my life. So, master, please stop talking."

And the boy's tears finally burst at this moment.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

He lay down in front of the rider, crying loudly.

Rider hugged him gently, with a slight smile on his lips.

The moon moved slowly to the west.The grass by the river was blown by the wind.

Gradually, rider felt strange.

How did the surrounding scenery gradually become blurred in the early morning when the sky was clear and not foggy?

——Someone opened the barrier.

"Master, it's dangerous!" She roared, pushing the boy in front of her several meters away.

The effect of the enemy attack was known in an instant.

As soon as his body went limp, the rider fell to the cold ground.

In a daze, there was a pain in the foot, and something pierced the bone.She tried to get up, but couldn't.A black spear at least 4 meters long pierced her calf and pinned her to the ground.

11 Extra Story of Heyamendi and Diarmuid

When he heard the words "I'm already dead" from Heyamendi's mouth, Dilumu was stunned for half a minute.That half minute felt like centuries.

Red hair, red eyes...

She had that dream again, and at this time, after seeing a man who looked exactly like that face... the dream somewhat took away her courage.If it were normal, she would not be like this.

Diarmuid did not speak, he was waiting for her.

After saying "Wait for me here", Heyamendi quickly got out of bed and went to the bathroom of the chapel on the first floor to wash his face.She closed her eyes and leaned over the sink, feeling dizzy.Water droplets slipped from the tip of her nose.

When she came up, Diarmuid had already stood up, and seemed to want to go down to find her, but hesitating whether to follow her words, looking in a dilemma.

Looking at those honey-colored golden eyes, He Yamendi shook his head lightly, sweeping away his depression and worries.

"I can't tell what it is now. It should be different from your heroic spirits, similar to... undead, undead, etc..."

Diarmuid looked down at the white-haired woman who was only up to his chin and was leaning on the door frame.

"...My lord, were you killed by a former servant?"

Every word, articulation is so difficult.This rather brief sentence was divided into several paragraphs by the spearman's jerky voice.It seems that this is what Diarmuid is most concerned about at the moment.Hoyamendi would not know how much he wished the answer was no.

"No, you don't see it all. Those are just fragmented fragments that don't explain anything. Strictly speaking, I asked for it. He... just had to."

"..."

It's like saying nothing.This answer did not reassure Diarmuid.And Heyamendi's focus is obviously a little bit different from what he expected.

"As for why Saber's master looks the same as him, I'm not sure. Could it be... reincarnation?" She said to herself.

"In the dream, that man called you—Master."

She was silent, then nodded.

"Who is he?"

"If you ask that..."

"I'm sorry. I'm talking too much." Diarmuid gave up asking, "...I didn't intend to pry into your past, sorry again." He lowered his head, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

She pulled him to the edge of the bed.

Under Diarmuid's surprised eyes, he had already sat down half-forced by his shoulders. Heyamendi didn't make much effort, probably because he followed the hostess' gestures and obeyed actively.

Finally it was his turn to look up at her.He Yamendi smiled without showing any trace, and his voice was very soft, "Don't be like this, you are not him. You are too different."

She sits on his right.

The master and slave sat side by side on the same bed. This situation was unprecedented.Diarmuid was obviously a little nervous. He straightened his back, not daring to breathe hard, and straightened his right arm, for fear that his skin would rub against his master's arm.

Both looked at the floor.No, maybe their respective feet.

After the white-haired woman finished her inner struggle and thinking, the calm and familiar voice returned.

"His name is Yames, and he is a dragon."

Diarmuid remained silent, waiting for her to speak.He will hear things he has never heard.Especially, if he knew how much Heyamendi would not want to mention that name in front of others again.

"The Dragon Clan, living in the Katat Mountains thousands of miles away from the sky, has a noble lineage but is gradually declining. In order to continue the bloodline, a contract was signed with a small number of humans to survive as one. Human beings who can coexist with the Dragon Clan are killed It is called a warlock. You can understand it as an ancient magician. In the era I lived in, magic was still called magic, and magic was just a trick to deceive people. The power of ordinary warlocks is roughly equivalent to that of modern magicians. The contract has undergone a qualitative change after being upgraded to a dragon warlock." She paused here, as if she was considering her words, "If you want to ask what the power of a dragon warlock is, I can only use this as an example. ——Very powerful law-controllers, modern magicians are like babies in front of them, and they can't hurt them at all."

Heyamendi tells of the distant past.Even Diarmuid, endowed with modern knowledge, had never heard of these stories.His mistress gave the answer - was obliterated.

All relevant information about Dragon Warlock is gone.And the two parties involved—the dragon clan and the dragon warlock—had long since ceased to exist.In the end, the dragon clan still failed to escape the fate of declining and dying, and the dragon warlocks were also forgotten in the long river of history.

The dragon warlock born out of the "human-dragon co-existence contract" is itself a product of a deformed system.The human race wants to rely on the highness of the dragon race, and the dragon race wants to rely on the prosperity of the human race.Driven by absolutely pure interests, without any romantic overtones.However, it is human beings who dominate the contracting parties.It is difficult for them to accept the fact that the noble and long-lived dragons have become the servants of short-lived humans.Gradually, the status of dragon warlocks became more and more embarrassing, not only that, but also regarded by the dragon clan as a weapon against foreign enemies.The original intention of the contract to be "beautiful" is lost forever.After the foreign enemies were wiped out, the significance of the Dragon Warlock's existence was questioned, and an unprecedented crisis broke out.

When the Dragon Clan was on the verge of extinction, it once judged the merits and demerits of the past.Among them, what they regret most is the symbiotic contract with human beings, an inferior race in the eyes of the Dragon Clan.The leader of the dragon clan, the Dragon King, even issued an order to exterminate all dragon warlocks.

……

In front of Diarmuid's eyes, a vivid and magnificent picture of historical changes was described, which made the black-haired spearman have no time to digest it.

Interestingly, he patiently introduced the background of the times, but never mentioned the man in the dream again...

Diarmuid was waiting for Heyamendi to continue, but apparently she stopped at the point where the Dragon Warlock perished, and didn't mention the man named Yames at all.Therefore, Diarmuid could only lead the topic slowly.

He said he didn't want to know about her past, that was a lie.However, the reason why the heroic spirit Diarmuid did this was not driven by curiosity-his current master died because of his former servant.And he is her current follower.

He has to figure it out.

"Then Dragon Warlock... can be regarded as a Heroic Spirit equivalent to a caster?"

"Perhaps. Quite different in nature, but roughly equal in strength."

If the owner is a Dragon Warlock