[Fate Gun Brother] The 2.5th Holy Grail War

"ancer" thought back and forth in his mind, He Yamendi smiled slightly.

The moon climbs higher and higher.

At night, the strange purple over the Old Town fades as the sky darkens.

After Heyamendi stood up, Archer's eagle eyes looked towards the north of the bridge like a snake's whip for no reason.In an instant, excitement flooded the archer's cheeks.But when Heyamendi, who didn't notice these things, spoke, his eyes turned softer.

"I didn't expect... It feels good to chat with you."

"Haha! What are you talking about. Am I that bad?"

"Leave it alone, Archer."

"Hey, wait!"

The heroic spirit of the bow calls back Heyamendi who passed by.He almost forcibly pulled her to his side again, but luckily he suppressed the impulse in time, this time he just used his body to block her way.When those indifferent ice blue eyes came back to pay tribute, they immediately changed to a sincere expression.

"You really don't want my help?"

"I'm not qualified to ask for that..." He said with difficulty.She didn't have enough self-confidence to think that she could fight against two servants by herself.However, the last thing people who have nothing fear is losing.This is He Yamendi's current state of mind.

"Hmm. I'm really not qualified. Whether it was intentional or unintentional, you rejected me." Archer pointed out mercilessly, and continued in a non-negotiable tone, "But there is one thing I must declare, whether to help you or not Of my will, not yours. Now, I want to know your name. Tell me!"

He Yamendi rolled his eyes and said tactfully, "I'll let you know if we can meet again."

Is this kind of answer asking him to come forward in a disguised form?After laughing candidly three times, Archer gladly moved out of the way for her.

"If we can still meet, it means that Lancer has returned to your side. Then, I will let him die under my spear and take revenge on me. At that time, I can justifiably take you away!"

"..."

Glancing at him for the last time, He Yamendi's icy blue gaze moved away, and he walked away from where he came from, at a leisurely pace.

"--Good luck."

Archer's voice floated in the air along with the disappearing entity.

***

Although it was late at night, the mansion building was still brightly lit, sparing no effort to shine brightly.If there is no enchantment to cover up, outsiders will definitely wonder if the family has suffered from insomnia collectively.

The surrounding residents have not seen anyone entering or leaving the villa for several days.However, at the moment when weird events happened one after another, no one would meddle in their own business and explore the abnormalities.

One step after another.

Exit the room and climb up the spiral staircase to the third floor.

Not long after he fell asleep, he stretched out his hand to rub his bleary eyes, and his messy orange hair was as messy as seedlings planted upside down.

"Oh, why did you wake me up at this time..."

Why did you get up, why did you step into that purple room, why did you obey that man.Chilua didn't know.

The conscience that can't be recalled, the memory that collapsed, like a building collapsed.

even want to ask.

He—why is he here?

Countless unanswered questions hovered in my mind, causing me a headache, so I just shook my head vigorously and stopped thinking about it.With uncontrollable footsteps and a trembling and weak breath, Chiluya came to the hall.

"Ah, lancer, come out!"

The current master is calling.

In order to save unnecessary loss of mana, Diarmuid originally did not intend to return to the entity.But the young man in front of him, Lancer's new owner, is completely unable to talk to the invisible spirit body.

31 The fifth night - between master and slave

The scene of the reunion of master and slave is not at all warm, on the contrary, the atmosphere is frozen like glaciers at the two poles.

Staring at each other, the staggered eyes stayed on each other's faces.

would kill—

Diarmuid's will no longer belongs to the individual.The gun stick, which is the puppet of the caster, is driven at will and can only be used to carry out the orders of the young Chilua.She will definitely die in his hands.

would be killed—

Heyamendi knew that he should not return hastily.Diarmuid, who is tightly bound by the Command Spell, has already turned his honed martial arts into fuel for a ruthless machine.He would definitely kill her with his hands.

It was like wearing a mask, staring at the former servant.

Looking at the extremely pale face, He Yamendi's eyes were unclear, a little worried and a little sorry.

Time passed slowly in a funnel filled with gravel.

"Please... leave."

It's a phrase that goes beyond pleading, begging.

She silently watched Diarmuid who was struggling to speak.

no answer.

The density of magic floating in the hall became thicker, heralding the coming of the master of the studio.The lights were dimmed, but the gloom overwhelmed the warmth and made the whole space look extremely dignified.

The face that gradually emerged from the crystal ball was clearly displayed in the two pairs of pupils.Ye, who was sitting on the main seat in a very comfortable position, was like a baby bird waiting to be fed, staring at the shimmering figure of a woman in the ball with great interest, looking forward to the tragedy that was about to take place.

"So, you let that woman go on purpose?"

The purple heroic spirit standing by replied softly, "She will come back, I'm sure."

"Hmm, yes."

"The first act of the dusk is tentatively named "Li Shang", and the second act of the performance now, I will name it "King Killing". Enjoy it to your heart's content, my master, please don't miss any plot."

Exactly the same as the expected scene.Heyamendi, Lancer, and the two marionettes pulled by the magician Heroic Spirit, according to Caster's prediction, will soon have a meeting that cuts off any hope.There is no need to kill her at the time, how can the heroine leave the scene halfway.Now, just sit back and watch this stage play.

Caster was so excited that a hoarse laugh leaked from his throat uncontrollably.People who don't know the reason may really think that they are feeling frustrated and deliberately retaliate.Looking at the servant's smiling side face, Ye remembered her little secret.

Diarmuid, the heroic spirit, must get him.

Lancer disobeyed because the woman was still alive.Kill the original owner, and you can completely take over.

The forgotten gray corner needs to be awakened by this love.Even if it is the fire of purgatory that will destroy herself, she will not change her mind.

So, absolutely—cannot be hindered by anyone.

From the very beginning, only one person is speaking.Lancer, who didn't get an answer, begged again with his only voice.

"Please... leave..."

"..."

no respond.The brave Celtic heroic spirits are never timid on the battlefield.When he was standing alone on the riverbank in the palace of the mountain pear forest to fight against the three kings, he was not afraid.When he held a spear and sword in his hand and faced hundreds of strong soldiers alone in the Miracle Plain, he was indomitable.When he faced death on Benbulbin Mountain, his final journey, he never showed any panic except regret and sadness.However, for some reason, at this moment, the heroic spirit Diarmuid could feel that his face was gradually losing color under the influence of fear.His knees actually trembled.Throat was congested for a while, and chest tightness was so tight that I couldn't breathe.

"I am... not your servant..."

The evasive gaze wandered around, repeated several times, and finally landed on that face.

"..."

no respond.Not knowing how to convince her, Lancer bit his lips in confusion.

"I will... hurt you uncontrollably..."

The throat became more and more dry, and the corners of the eyes became more and more stinging.Just standing there blankly took all of Lancer's strength away.

"..."

It's like a solo show.Still no response.

Up to this point, He Yamendi quietly did not say a word, just looked at it like this.

There is no need to hold on anymore.A moment of wavering can lead to catastrophe. Lancer endured both mental and physical pain, gnashing his teeth and regretting:

"It's really dangerous here. Please, please..."

take me away...

For some reason, Heyamendi seemed to hear Lancer's heartfelt voice.This made her couldn't help but smile a little, and her voice was very soft, but she answered very positively:

"Well, I will."

That tone of voice was like an unwavering oath like real gold.

When Lancer was stunned, Heyamendi raised his left hand to show the real scene hidden under the barrier of "wind".The air pressure is released, whizzing away like a whirlwind.These are the three new command spells obtained from the Holy Grail not long ago, symbolizing the crimson mark of the master's qualifications.

I don't know what kind of expression Lancer is looking at her now.Heyamendi first cast his sights on the unoccupied balcony of the mansion building, imagining that the caster was standing there.Take a deep breath and declare with a confident attitude:

"I have complied with the request of the 'Deed of All Things Breaking'. Therefore, the request of 'forgive Shaka Sirt from death' will never be allowed to go back. This is the first. Second, as you can see, I have regained the Command Spell, you didn't come alone, Servant Archer is ambush in a place where I can't see to protect me, and help me punish the traitor who left me. It is best not to act rashly before avoiding the risk—caster, I advise you! Think carefully Consequences. If you want to take a hit from Heroic Spirit Achilles, let your horse come here!"

The rising flames made Heyamendi's original clear ice