[Fate Gun Brother] The 2.5th Holy Grail War

Diarmuid said softly, "Master, although I'm glad you call me by my real name, I still hope you will call me Lancer from now on."

"...?" The white-haired woman looked at him suspiciously.

"Because you don't know where the enemy will be lurking, you have to be more cautious when you get to the end. In the Holy Grail War, if your opponent knows your real name, it is tantamount to exposing the ability of your Noble Phantasm, which is not good for you or me." Dilu Seeing the question on her face, Mu Duo immediately asked the master to explain.

He Yamendi didn't speak, just looked at him quietly, thoughtful.There was a doubt in her heart, but she still didn't say anything.

The two returned to the platform, and the train would leave for the next city in 10 minutes.

He Yamendi heard someone talking loudly in the distance, and looked over.There seemed to be four or five people surrounding a man, and the sound of high-profile conversations came over.Surrounded by him was a man with short golden-gray hair, a long black coat, snow-white gloves, and a briefcase in his right hand. Due to the angle, Heyamendi could only see his profile.

It suddenly occurred to me that it seemed that the man who carried the luggage for the fat woman that day would also end his journey at this station.The bridge of the nose is high, and the profile of the side face is quite tough. He should be around 35 or [-] years old.

Diarmuid followed his master's line of sight and looked over.

I don't know who called out the middle-aged man's name, and the platform suddenly exploded, boiling.The worship of the people can be heard like a surging tide.Then I saw the man take out a pen from his breast pocket and sign the books or papers that people handed him one by one.

Although they spoke loudly, Heyamendi couldn't hear the complete sentences because people kept clapping their hands and laughing.

"Dilu...no, lancer, can you hear what they are saying?"

After the spearman nodded slightly, he listened carefully. A servant's sense of hearing is several times stronger than that of a human.After a while, Diarmuid's thin lips spit out words.

"It seems to be discussing some lecture. The topic of 'everything unpredictable in the world'. The man is a professor from London, and it seems that he came to Nuremberg to give a lecture. He patiently answered everyone's questions."

"Professor?" He Yamendi raised his eyebrows.

"Master, is there any problem with this man?" Diarmuid asked in a low voice.

"Ah, nothing, just asking casually." She shook her head briskly.

The urging voices of the flight attendants sounded around again.After getting in the car, Heyamendi sat in the seat by the window, and Diarmuid sat in the seat by the aisle.Most of the passengers were already in their seats, and the train was about to start whining again.A few steps away, a girl dragging a suitcase walked towards the two of them suspiciously, staring at the ticket in her hand for a while, and then at the white-haired woman for a while.

The seat by the window became vacant after the fat old man got out of the car.Oops... It seems that I took her seat.He Yamendi pretended to be reading a book seriously, but in his heart he hoped that the girl could find another seat.

The girl was about to speak with a puzzled expression, but her eyes suddenly drifted past the black-haired man beside He Yamendi.

Just glanced at it, and couldn't take it back.Although the golden eyes of the man in the tight leather jacket were lowered, they still couldn't hide the shining streamer, and the tear mole at the corner of his eyes instantly captured her heart.The girl couldn't help feeling her heart beating faster, her palms sweating, and even her cheeks felt a little hot.

Diarmuid never raised his eyes to look at her, he knew what the consequences would be.

The girl hesitated, looked at Diarmuid, and then at Heyamendi who was sitting inside Diarmuid, her face was full of disappointment.After sighing in frustration, the girl finally blushed and slowly moved away with her luggage, and randomly found an empty seat at the back.But Diarmuid could feel that the girl's eyes never left him.

"It's really convenient." The white-haired woman who said this lightly still read the novel intently.

Her servant stiffened, and his expression suddenly became ugly.

His devil appearance and mole were born with him.Diarmuid Odina, the sweetheart of all the women in the world—the rumors always said so when he was still alive.Sometimes he really doesn't know whether those women who are attracted to him like him more or his appearance.

He still remembered her forcing and kissing, the teary-eyed woman in the cold wind, pouring out her love to him.

If the curse is only aimed at oneself, why drag others into the abyss together?

That kiss, that prohibition, doomed him and her to flee for 16 years.

Even now recalling the past, Diarmuid can't tell whether he regrets it or not.He doesn't hate anyone, it's just destiny.He wants to respond to Princess Grania's love, and he can feel the anger of the leader Finn.

Maybe the princess was just attracted to his demonic appearance at first.But during the 16 years of being together day and night, those laughter and those beautiful little stories are all true and indelible memories that he has treasured so far.So until the end, he loved her deeply.

But the hero's ending was already doomed—at the moment when he decided to elope with her.

The warrior fell into a pool of blood like ears of wheat in winter, and slowly stopped breathing between the path of loyalty he had always pursued and the oath that was as heavy as a trial.

What is loyalty?What is love?

He couldn't help asking, could it be that in that era, his idea of ​​protecting a person from beginning to end was such a luxury?

This time, will he repeat the same mistakes?

Can the master he is loyal to now, the white-haired woman who is sitting next to him quietly reading a book, give the knight complete trust?

There is no answer.Diarmuid was unable to capture his master.Even if the two have been together for more than a month.He had a feeling she would deliberately reject him now and then, but at the same time send a message that she absolutely needed him.

That's how he felt when we first met.

She felt so strange.

She doesn't believe in the Holy Grail, but she doesn't want to escape.Now, she doesn't have any positive or negative feelings about the Holy Grail War, just like casually going to a banquet with an old friend she hasn't seen for many years.

Perhaps the only consolation for him was that his master was not at all interested in his demonic appearance.

Diarmuid couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded that such a premise is necessary to allow his way of loyalty to be carried out to the end.

He Yamendi didn't look at the silent man beside him, all the words in the book were reflected in his icy blue eyes.However, as if she heard Diarmuid's inner voice, she muttered indistinctly, "I take back what I just said." Then she stopped speaking.

There was a trace of complexity in Diarmuid's golden eyes, but then he smiled in relief.

***

The red sunset poured down from a corner of the glass roof, shining warmly.

"Hey, it's finally here."

Akia, a red-haired girl, sat on a seat outside the station and sighed listlessly.Without looking up to confirm, she raised one hand and waved at the young man who was walking towards her ten meters in front of her.

"Brother, it's too slow!..."

Elijah was dressed in the dust of the journey, dragging the suitcase with his left hand, and leaning on a gold and silver eagle-headed cane with his right hand, walking slowly in a very elegant manner.His characteristic charming smile was outlined at the corner of his mouth, looking down at his younger sister with twin ponytails.

"Aqia, after entering the urban area, it is equivalent to announcing the hostile relationship between you and me. If you meet, you can no longer call me brother. You have to pretend that you don't know each other."

"Ah, let's call it a few more times now. Brother, brother, brother, brother!"

Elijah couldn't help laughing at the girl's naughtiness.

"Let's go, Aqiya, let's go to dinner." The red-haired young man straightened the suitcase, stretched out a hand, and pulled the girl who was leaning on the seat up.

They didn't come together.

Elijah left home only six days after Aqia had left, and not acting together was to deceive others.The two agreed to meet at the train station in the northwest of the outskirts of Prague. It was a small and remote station with less traffic and was not easy to be noticed.And according to the reports from the familiars that Aqiya arranged in the city, it seems that the other masters have not yet arrived in the magic capital.

A clean little restaurant.I am afraid the only advantage is that it is clean.

Although the deep-fried cheese was inserted into the mouth with a fork on the surface, neither of them seemed to have any appetite.The food in this restaurant is completely incomparable with that at home, but because few people come here to eat, they can only make do with it.In any case, safety is now the first consideration.

After taking a sip of the maraschino liqueur, the girl with twin tails immediately blushed, which made the beautiful young man sitting opposite find it very interesting.

"Brother, I'll just tell you the conclusion! All the familiars have been sent out by me, and everything in the city is under my control. I haven't received any news in the past six days. We should be the first to arrive."

Elijah took a sip of the juice.Ahh... what an exotic taste.The noble youth couldn't help frowning.

"Oh? Haven't the other masters and servants arrived yet? It's really not positive at all."

He knew that his sister's information must be correct, so he dared to meet her with confidence.As an artificial human, Aqia is born with extremely good magician talents, especially in enslaving various familiars to fight for her.

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