[Fate Gun Brother] The 2.5th Holy Grail War

If that is the case, the knot that troubled Diarmuid before will be solved.Unlimited supply of magic power, the ability to confront servant assassins for a short time... It is indeed beyond the reach of ordinary magicians.

As if knowing the mind of the servant, Heyamendi stretched out a finger and waved it in front of Diarmuid.

"It's a pity, because I'm the body of the undead, I can't return to the peak state of my life, and my strength has been limited a lot. So...the future will be tough battles."

"The dragon warlocks are all wiped out, so you...?" He couldn't bear to say any more.

"I died in 1450, more than 400 years from now." She pondered for a while, and then came to a positive conclusion, "Well, that's right... Looking back now, I should be the last batch of dead. "

"The Dragon Clan who signed the contract with you is the man in the dream?"

"Hey, I really don't want to admit it."

"What kind of relationship do you have with your former servants? In that dream, you two were very tense."

He Yamendi's blue eyes flickered slightly, "...Ah, Lancer, it's hard work for you to try your best to get back the topic, you insincere... heroic spirit..."

"I... I want to know."

Embarrassed by the words, Diarmuid, who was looking at his master, immediately looked away and stared at the wood grain on the floor lazily.

"It's hard to say... Anyway, I broke with him. After a long dispute and entanglement, he killed me by suicide. That's right—when one party dies in the symbiosis contract, the other party will also die."

When mentioning the servants, he mentioned it again, which made Diarmuid sigh.

He still remembered the dream.The red-haired man in the dream burned himself to death, and the owner of Diarmuid, Heyamendi, her body also slowly solidified into a fossil-like state in the next moment, and fell to the ground, broken It split into several sections and gradually turned into dust.The swirling high mountain wind blew wantonly, dissipating everything.

Dying to run out of life—yes, the dragon warlock inherits the high rank of the dragon family.As a servant of the dragon clan, if he commits suicide, the body of the master will not be able to bear the fate that exceeds the natural life of human beings, and his life will disappear in an instant.

"But you were slaughtered by the Dragon Clan. Why does that man still..."

"Not only me, but all of them." He Yamendi was targeting 【Slaughter】.

"..."

"Actually, I ran away at first. I ran away for a long, long time, so long that I even forgot how many years..."

Diarmuid frowned, with heartache and sadness in his brows.He thought of his 16 years of fugitive career.He knows it won't be easy.Unless it is a last resort, no one wants to experience that kind of life.

The woman's voice continued, as light as a cloud in a sunny day:

"Then, when the time was right, I used some tricks, not very honorable ones. I countered Katat and killed the dragon king. Then there was the second scene you saw. That's how it happened. I killed him leader, so he killed me, what? I did it myself, right?"

"No." Diarmuid replied firmly, "Although I lived in a completely different era from you, and have different ideas and concepts. However, I cannot forgive the people of your era. It was they who humiliated you. Your own reputation! They don't deserve, don't deserve you."

"..."

Diarmuid's statement undoubtedly had a big impact on Heyamendi.She fell deeply into the eyes of deep anger and injustice on the handsome face of the black-haired servant.She moved a little.

Silence lasted for a while.

"Then how did you return to this world?" Diarmuid asked this crucial question.

"...a guy I don't understand. Unknown power. Call me back from the depths of hell."

For a moment, the woman's face was a little displeased, and there was a hint of anger on her originally calm face.Diarmuid can roughly guess that the meaning of that anger refers to the matter of "being involved in the Holy Grail War for no reason".

"This deformed living state is not what I want. I was already dead, giving up the chance of reincarnation, and sleeping forever in the deepest part of hell. But, I was awakened by that thing."

"That thing?"

"Yes, I have been puzzled before. But today, I finally have the answer. I completely understand the three command spells, the letter, and the identical face. It is the Holy Grail who wants me to join the battle, and it is the power of the Holy Grail. The Holy Grail forced me back into the present. It was playing tricks on me."

It has to be said that the amount of information in these words is too great for Diarmuid to accept for a while.

"The Holy Grail arranged for you to meet with the former servant again?"

"I don't know. Hope not."

Her tone was a little cold.

Diarmuid set his sights on her.

The dragon warlock Heyamendi-has made a contract with the dragon tribe Yames, and was thrown into the battlefield as a combat tool, and the conflict with the followers must have come from this.Facing the butcher's knife from the Dragon King, she had to fight back, and finally died in the hands of her followers...

This person in front of her doesn't need anyone's comfort - she looks so fearless, so calm.But because of this, it made him feel like a knife piercing his heart even more.

He stood up suddenly and knelt down on one knee in front of her.

[I, Diarmuid Odina, hereby impose a restriction:

—My lord, Hoyamendi.

You will guide me Diarmuid, and—

I will be your sharp sword, as long as I am by your side, no one can harm you;

I will be your spear, as long as I am by your side, no one can hurt you;

I will be your back--

I swear by the name of Diarmuid of Fianna, once the ban is established, I will never break it.

I will always guard you, love you, and respect you until the end of my life! 】

The tone is full of determination with burning fighting spirit, and full of prayers like pious believers.So far, Diarmuid's prohibition has been fully stated.He raised his head, and the face of the white-haired woman was reflected in the honey-colored pupils, astonished.

He Yamendi, who heard the content of the prohibition from beginning to end, never expected such a scene. After hearing the other party's words, her face twitched suddenly, and her drooping eyelids lifted due to the tremor in her heart.

Of course she knew what prohibition meant in Celtic mythology.

It was an unbreakable oath once made, a supernaturally binding oath, and a mortal oath that could never be violated.

The first thing to do after recovering was to pull up the spearman who was kneeling on the ground.

"...You don't have to do this."

Heyamendi muttered something in a very soft voice.

"That's my decision."

Diarmuid responded quickly and curtly.

The ice blue eyes gradually softened, and He Yamendi tried his best to stabilize his emotions.She lowered her head and said:

"The grievances between me and... Yames cannot be explained in one or two sentences. But I will never... I will never add negative feelings towards him to you in the future. I don't want to Memories that bother you... those don't affect me at all..."

The black-haired spearman lowered his eyebrows and listened quietly.He saw his master give him a toothless smile.

"I'm—very calm! So you don't have to take an oath to prove something to me..." The voice trailed off.

"Excuse my stupidity. I really don't see that."

"Which point?"

"You said you were calm. Your reaction after returning from the Charles Bridge today is really not calm. Of course, if you must classify shutting up, turning a blind eye, and saying nothing as 'calm' , then I have nothing to do."

"Lancer, you..." When did this guy learn to be glib?

"More importantly, once the prohibition is established, it must not be changed or defied. Otherwise, I will lose the glory of Knight Fiona and the name of Diarmuid Odina."

Diarmuid's clear eyes reflected the shadow of the hostess, and his firm tone intensified a bit.

Still too honest, this man...

"I understand what you mean." She nodded.Although he still felt a little helpless for Diarmuid's act of imposing a ban without any explanation, He Yamendi's face no longer worried.

"Then, my lord, it is my turn. In fact, I have something very important to tell you..."

"You mentioned it, I remember. Tell me what it is."

Diarmuid paused, but he spoke quickly:

"Holy Grail War... I should have participated once. No. I'm sure, I participated. I remember everything."

Heyamendi's pupils dilated with astonishment.

"Is that so?"

"Master, have you already noticed?"

"I probably guessed a little bit, and I always feel that you don't look like a novice. I always thought you were deliberately hiding it from me."

"Of course not... Although it was summoned back by the Holy Grail, it seems that it cannot inherit the memory of the last time it participated in the battle."

That session—the fourth Holy Grail War after 115 years!

He Yamendi put on a [sorry] expression and asked, "Then how did you remember?"

"Two reasons." Diarmuid frowned, "Your principle of hiding the command spell is very similar to an opponent I met before. Also, sabers—— this year's sabers will grasp What is taken becomes a Noble Phantasm——I once fought against a servant with the same ability, but he was not what he is now at that time."

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