[Fate Gun Brother] The 2.5th Holy Grail War

Continuing to dwell on this topic, "Although I haven't seen the Holy Grail yet, I don't care even if it's a universal wishing machine or a cheap broken cup. Because I don't care about worldly glitz from the very beginning. Something more interesting about the Holy Grail...hehe."

"It's about enjoying fighting, right?"

Regarding Archer's intentionally intriguing ending, Heyamendi didn't express his thoughts, and asked him to continue it casually.Unexpectedly, the other party knew him so well, Archer froze for a moment, and then, a charming smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

"um, yes."

"But as a servant, the master must provide it with magic power to guarantee the capital of the battle. Otherwise, no matter how outstanding the 'alone action' is, it will face extinction, right?"

"Yes, yes. Then?" Archer looked at her with interest and asked encouragingly.

Who knew that He Yamendi, who did not play cards according to common sense, changed the subject and did not follow Archer's train of thought to lead the conversation in the direction he expected.

"Inconsistency, Archer. You are not serious about the battle at the lumberyard. If you try your best, your professor won't..."

When Archer heard this, he smiled disapprovingly, "I wouldn't listen to that guy's orders. Of course, I will get rid of the man who tried to abandon me first."

"..."

The man's extreme ego reminded Heyamendi of a strict and self-disciplined knight.The two are diametrically opposed, and some qualities in Achilles, the heroic spirit, are exactly what Diarmuid lacks.One should not be hasty in judging which is better.However, for a servant like Archer, which master dares to take over, and who has enough confidence and courage to control him?

He Yamendi looked up and moved away from the stone bridge statue, because the archer who disappeared from her figure suddenly appeared in front of her due to the magical airflow around her.

So, she had to look closely at him.

Looking carefully, he is a nice man.Blonde hair and blue eyes, masculine face like sculpture.If the dark armor on his body gives people the feeling of being mighty and brave, as if facing an enemy, then the posture of holding the helmet with one arm on one side makes people feel a little easy-going amidst tension.Fortunately, the long black spear was not carried with him, and the huge round shield was thrown behind his back like a traveler traveling around the world.

Heroic Spirit made no effort to hide the sense of oppression released from his body.His attitude is rebellious and unruly.

"Look, people like us, a servant who puts the master's life in the fire, a servant who throws his head and blood, doesn't that mean we should sign a contract? Poor lancer, when the mistress decides to abandon him At that time, whether blood or tears flowed from my heart..."

"Archer, are you mentally polluting?"

Before the words finished, the white-haired woman's dissatisfied protest was heard.There are only a few people in the world who can resolve the sarcasm of the heroic spirit Achilles in this way.

"Ha! Sure enough, you are much higher than the original man. It seems that I made the right move."

Hearing Archer's extremely arrogant words, Heyamendi didn't panic, and asked instead:

"How far can your 'clairvoyance' see?"

"You can't just be so cheap, unless you agree to be my master."

Seemingly sensing some coercive nature in the other party's words, Heyamendi stared at him and remained silent for a long time. Archer shook his golden-brown head and raised his eyebrows:

"Hurry up, make a contract with me while I'm still here."

"...I don't have any Command Seals anymore."

Looking around, the heroic spirit's blue eyes quickly glanced at He Yamendi's hands exposed outside the clothes.Facing Heyamendi who calmly told the truth, Archer looked extremely embarrassed.

"Surprised. Didn't your proud eagle eyes see the whole thing?"

"Well, I'm a little farther away. It's disgusting to be underestimated by you."

The corner of his mouth was split open in a sinister grin unique to this heroic spirit.Pulling her closer to him indiscriminately.Just when Archer touched Heyamendi's arm, a lustful light flashed through the pair of green pupils.

He Yamendi's heart trembled, and there was a hint of escape in her ice-blue eyes. She was completely stunned by Archer's unexpected movement, and she wished to shake off the opponent's hand immediately.However, this man is a heroic spirit who is slightly taller and stronger than Diarmuid... Before he could back away, his left arm was firmly pressed in front of him by Archer, and his right arm was also grabbed. Just like that, they fell in an instant.

What does this heroic spirit want to do——He Yamendi stared at Archer's face in a daze.The latter stared wide-eyed, as if he didn't realize how impolite his behavior was.Achilles, the heroic spirit, has only one purpose in his trip from beginning to end.

"Okay. Don't fool me. I've never seen a Command Seal in your hand. What kind of magic is used to hide it? Reveal it quickly."

The broad and powerful palm squeezed the slender and soft wrist, and examined the archer on the back of Heyamendi's hand very carefully, and heard a sigh.

"Really...no more..."

Pulling out his hand with all his strength, but fortunately Archer relaxed his strength in a considerate manner.He Yamendi staggered and took two steps back.

"So - you are not the master anymore."

There is no denying Archer's words.As the body turned, He Yamendi put his arms around the bridge railing, looking at the bright and clean river.

"I lost, completely lost. I lost my servant, I lost my personality, I lost my heart..."

Although she said the words of failure, she smiled.The smile is as beautiful as a small white wild flower blooming in the mountain stream.

"I have...don't want to fight anymore. So... please don't let me hear any more words about the Holy Grail War."

Surprisingly, in Heyamendi's imagination, Archer, who thought he would walk away with a face full of disappointment, actually leaned against the bridge railing, standing obliquely with one arm resting on it, and Heya Mendy tied together.

"Are you really willing to give up Lancer like this?"

"...can you stop mentioning him..."

He Yamendi's tone was no different from begging for mercy.But the heartless Archer kept chattering.

"Hey, what kind of airs are you pretending to be? You obviously care about it to death. You, you won't be charmed by that mole, will you?"

"Mole? That kind of thing, it's useless to have a face."

"Well... If he really has a long face, no women will like him. Ah, isn't it a waste to assign that kind of talent to Lancer?"

Archer joked amusedly.The holy grail endows the invited hero with the knowledge of the past and present, making him very familiar with Diarmuid's love mole that seduces all women.After He Yamendi listened to these words carefully, he didn't smile or make any reaction. He looked indifferently at the blue riverside with a deep glint in the distance.

"I found the crux. There is something wrong with your lifestyle."

The heroic spirit's green eyes seemed to see through everything, and Heyamendi looked at him silently.With a confident smile on his face, Archer made bold words:

"Eating and excreting, resting and fighting, food and prayer, love and sex, these are all things that can make people enjoy happiness?"

"...Do you have to count urination and defecation into it?..."

"Because it will be really fun at that time."

"..." He Yamendi's slender eyebrows twitched uncontrollably.

"But what I want to say is that you are missing two very important things." Archer nodded and moved closer to her, "Have you ever loved someone deeply? I can tell at a glance, there is no—"

"People who don't understand love don't exist in this world, right?"

"Note, I said 'deep love'."

As Archer said, Heyamendi sighed coldly, preventing himself from recalling those unpleasant past events.Just when Archer thought she gave up on rebutting, like an adventurer who had found the exit of a maze, Heyamendi had an idea and smirked evilly.

"I heard that the great hero Achilles left the camp angrily and refused to fight because the coach snatched the female slaves under his tent. As a result, the Greek coalition forces retreated steadily, and they were almost beaten back to the shore by the Trojans. It really is beyond the love of us mortals Look, it’s very useful.”

She imagined all the possible reactions of Archer.The reason why he speaks without restraint is also an expression of self-defeating.

Achilles in mythology is versatile.They not only cherish friendship, love and justice, and treat their companions like a spring breeze, but also are cruel, reckless, ruthless, and treat their enemies like ice.There are no more than two choices in line with Archer's personality—He Yamendi's words made him feel that his dignity was severely injured, and he sent the spear into her throat angrily?Or just ignore it and stride away angrily?

--neither.

Archer laughed a few times, obsessed with the memories of the past, and murmured in a nostalgic tone:

"Briseis...is a good woman."

It didn't produce the expected anger effect, so Heyamendi could only look at the river with a little helplessness, and listened quietly to Archer's narration.

"I always feel like she's still spinning around me. Speaking of which, for a moment, I really had the inappropriate idea of ​​'get the Holy Grail and have a relationship with her again'..."

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