[Fate Gun Brother] The 2.5th Holy Grail War

Archer's tone was calm and leisurely:

"But I never think too much about unrealistic things. For me, an oracle told me to choose two fates when I was born, or grow up in obscurity, or die gloriously on the battlefield... I completed the latter. Siege the city , established countless meritorious deeds, let the people of that era be proud of me, and let future generations remember my name. The life that belongs to me Achilles, I have tried my best to live a wonderful life, and I have no regrets... So, 'heavy head I've been here' This kind of desire, it seems to me is really fragile!"

"..."

"Among the seven heroic spirits in the Holy Grail War, only Lancer has the same thoughts as me... Oh, maybe Rider is also included... It's a pity to let her die like this..."

Hearing the title of this job rank, a string in He Yamendi's mind seemed to be tensed. Archer also changed his expression, unable to hide his loneliness.After a pause for a few seconds, he said again:

"As the old master of Lancer, you answer me, am I right?"

"..."

Yes.Diarmuid...

Archer was absolutely right.

The wish of the knight is only to implement the morality of loyalty to the lord until death.There is nothing else to ask for.He will not pray to the Holy Grail for death, nor will he pray for extra time, and he will fulfill his long-cherished wish with just a few days of life in the Holy Grail War.In this way, you can completely fade out of this world without any regrets...

The feeling of being defeated condensed in Heyamendi's chest.I don't know if it was because Archer mentioned the scar again, as if he was in self-imposed exile, Heyamendi sat down on the stone floor of the bridge indifferently.

She just sat leaning against the railing on the floor.A few seconds later, Archer sat down beside her and put his helmet on the ground.The man tried to shoot her more than once, and the woman narrowly escaped death every time.All past festivals were written off, and the two who were originally enemies sat side by side as if they had forgotten the past.It was truly an unspeakable sight.

"Lancer...he told me that from the very first day, he doesn't want the Holy Grail, he just wants to be loyal to me..."

Archer could hear clearly, the trembling voice of the person sitting beside him was already like sobbing.The outstretched left hand covered the drooping face as if to cover up, preventing the tears from falling from being seen.

"Lancer...even though he was killed by the lord, more than once...still obsessed with overturning that unfortunate ending, still strongly wishing to return to this world, still telling me...'I just want to fulfill the duties of a knight'... How, how can there be such a person?! Good people have to have a limit!"

"..."

Bi Mou looked slowly.With one hand on his forehead, Heyamendi curled up under the bridge railing, weeping, and a heartbreaking sound came out of his sobbing throat.

Missing, remembering -- the heroic soul without resentment or regret.

I'm no longer around.

So, have you become less deliberate about suppressing your emotions than you used to be?

Archer raised his head, as if thinking about how to phrase it.As a result, it must have been thoughtful, and such a sentence leaked out of his mouth:

"...Well, even I couldn't resist tying Hector's corpse to a horse and driving in a parade, venting my anger fiercely."

Heyamendi didn't seem to pay attention to the words of the ancient Greek heroic spirits.I can't listen to anything, I don't want to think about anything, just like a withered flower that cannot bloom again.No matter what happens around you, all you care about is the world reflected in your heart.

"But I..."

What remains on the face is the dryness of tears and the tightness brought to the skin.

"Let him experience that despair again..."

The corner of the mouth tasted the salty taste left behind by the tears.

"Lancer doesn't understand anything..." Heyamendi shook his head in self-mocking and self-denial, "...There is no need to look up to someone like me...I am, I should look up to him man!"

The weeping conversation has reached this point, and there is really no need to continue.

It was only after he really came into contact with this woman's heart that Archer realized that he had made a complete mistake.However, when Hoyamendi vehemently denies the value of his own existence, Archer points out this point mercilessly.

"It would be a big mistake to think that."

Archer used a strong tone to stop Heyamendi who raised his head suddenly, intending to question this sentence.

"It is true that if you insist on walking on the road of belief, you are so noble and clean that no one can match. Celtic heroic spirits are worthy of the name of glory. Diarmuid Odina is also good, and Joan of Arc is also good. From It is a dazzling existence inside and out. However, in my opinion, those who have mortal thoughts, a combination of light and darkness, good and ugly, warm and cold, kind and cruel, are the most real and can be called 'Person' isn't it? Such a person—isn't it you?"

"archer..."

"So, it's not a question of who should look up to—"

Hoyamendi couldn't take these words as a joke.It wasn't until she finished speaking that she listened to and accepted Archer's speech, acknowledged the man's values, and pondered over and over again.

She didn't speak, neither did Archer.

They didn't know how long they sat there.The vibrato around him gradually subsided.The touch of the stone bridge and the coolness penetrating into the body make people wake up from sadness.A cold wind blew across the river.But they still sat indifferent. Archer looked up at the starry sky, and Heyamendi looked down at the bridge, each thinking about their own thoughts.

"Speaking of... where did the disappeared Command Seals go? That kind of magical materialization can't disappear out of thin air, right?"

Archer's sudden question broke the silence of Manes Bridge.It's a little surprising that the Heroic Spirit Achilles has such a strong interest in things other than fighting.Haven't you given up on the idea of ​​making her the Master?

However, Hoyamendi is powerless to deal with such "deep" questions.It is not possible to predict everything and then "ask" Aqiya.

"I don't know." Under Archer's suspicious eyes, Heyamendi said frankly, "I'm not a magician."

"... As a contestant selected by the Holy Grail, shouldn't it be decided randomly?" Seeing that she was silent, Archer asked again, "Well, was it taken back by the Holy Grail?"

"Other defeated masters may be like this. But...my command spell was removed by the caster with props."

"Hmph." Archer laughed strangely as if he had heard the good news, "So - as long as you snatch it back, can't you become the master again?"

"Impossible." Heyamendi reflexively dismissed, "Lancer's new master has been born. I have lost my authority as a master, and I am freed from that responsibility and obligation. For me, the journey of the Holy Grail is It's all over."

Archer sighed deeply as if hearing the bad news that followed the good news.Just when he was about to struggle for a few more words, suddenly there was the soft sound of pain from the woman beside him.

"—?!"

The form of the three in one——Command Seal, the Stigmata of Destiny endowed by the Holy Grail, appeared impressively, and was engraved on the back of the hand once again intact.The pain like a flame burning the skin, although the reason is unknown, but this kind of numb and painful feeling, in Brussels eight months ago, Heyamendi did experience it once.

"It's...hateful."

Heyamendi, who rolled up his sleeves to check his wrist because of the pain, was completely speechless.Instead of taking back the life of the undead in advance, but giving the Command Seal again to let her continue to participate in the battle? !

This is simply impossible!

"Haha! So that's the case, I understand. It seems that the Holy Grail has a lot of expectations for you."

Archer's hearty laughter failed to cover the spiritual impact that reality brought to Heyamendi.The Holy Grail bestows a brand new Command Seal on this person who has already quit, what kind of expectations does the Holy Grail have for her?Or—the current situation of being forced to be separated from the servants has not reached the most tragic situation, and cannot satisfy the appetite of the Holy Grail?

"Pray to the Holy Grail and get a response. All masters and servants are like this." Archer said to Heyamendi, who stayed aside and couldn't recover, with a slightly mischievous smile, "Don't rush to deny it. You There must be a wish. It may be a wish buried deep in your heart that you are not aware of."

"...I have a wish?"

"That's right. I'm sure you've figured it out."

After finishing speaking, he held up his helmet and turned into a spirit body, but soon he appeared to be standing and leaning against the fence. Archer looked down at Heyamendi with great interest with his blue eyes that could smile.

"The new Command Spell—let's leave it to Lancer. I really made a mistake this time. Your mind hasn't changed from the beginning to the end, has it?"

The appearance of being idle is really inconsistent with the widely circulated identity of a great hero.However, Heyamendi had recovered his composure at this time.The spirit lifted up by Archer's words just now was like a warm current breaking through an iceberg, playing an effect in his heart.

Sure enough, is she still unwilling to let Diarmuid leave?

Anyway, there was nothing to hide from Archer who saw through that he was deceiving himself.The answer that Heyamendi wants to put into action should already be firmly in his heart.

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