[Fate Gun Brother] The 2.5th Holy Grail War

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Deny everything in front of you.Deny that pair of master and slave.Deny their feat of helping each other to overcome difficulties.False, foolish people...

Incomprehensible.

Grinsha, the dragon warlock in the past, and the current caster, can't understand this kind of emotion.

History is obliterated, existence is forgotten, identities are expelled, disillusioned in humiliation, unsung heroes.A ray of lonely soul that can't even set foot on the throne of heroes.

wrong.Even if the legend is left behind, he is just a sinner with all the crimes.It will definitely not be a big hero that people talk about.

This kind of him is actually a resentful spirit.

The hatred that seeped into every bone and every drop of blood in his body, and carried him into the coffin, made him suffer eternally in that boundless dark hell.No one redeemed him.There was no redemption until death.

"...how could you allow...such a thing..."

I can't believe the tears are coming from those eyes.The words squeezed out of the throat are so empty.Abandoning human nature to complete revenge.Give up the emotion you once had.An empty mind keeps asking itself questions.

Why did I come back to the present world?What kind of ending am I looking forward to.

Why why why why... I will cry.

It is impossible for an evil spirit who only knows hatred, and a madly obsessed heart to retain what is called love, right?

No - there is.

Or should I say - there was.

The weeping face seemed to be still in front of my eyes.Two meteors trailing down from the sky.When he was about to become a victim of gravity, he was the one who tried his best to stop the fall when he measured the height between the sky and the earth and fell into pieces.The beautiful and smooth long hair was burnt dry under the high temperature, curly until almost wrinkled.That face, as if it is still lying beside her and weeping.

As beautiful as... the daughter of the sea.

If we say that revenge is the only way to salvation.Then why is he crying.Why is that past event extracted from the long river of memory.Why do you still remember the love she gave him.

It's a pity that that person failed to be resurrected with him after all.

"Ha...ha...uah——!"

Caster cried and laughed.

Ah, at that time, if I hadn't been obsessed with Shaka Sirt's life, I wouldn't have ended up in a tragic end. 70 years is just a flash in the pan for Dragon Warlock, who could have spent countless days and nights watching the vicissitudes of life.To spend every good night with the one you love, and to depend on each other quietly in the long, ancient years. This is a man's dream, and this is the beautiful life that mortals yearn for.Why not cherish the happiness that is at your fingertips.As the lord of a city who is as rich as an enemy, what else can't be satisfied?

Yeah, that's it.

Different choices lead to different consequences.The difference in one thought, the slightest loss, and the thousands of miles of error.

On the parchment, there were one after another wet, frozen, and melted tears.

When Tohsaka Ye chased him out, it was already too late.The smell of burning hits the nose and mouth.Outside the dilapidated villa, there were only broken angel statues and the remains of the fountain.The howling night wind blew the girl's black hair with a deep coolness.As for Diarmuid and his mistress, not even a ghost can be seen.

On the roof five kilometers away, this is the limit of Archer's clairvoyance detection range.

Lancer left with his unconscious master.With such a long distance, Archer still watched the whole process very clearly.He wasn't proud of his effort of throwing the spear, scaring the caster to embolden the unknown lancer's master, these were trivial things, a small episode in the grand movement.

But next...

Not far from disappearing.The remaining time is the challenge.Competing with heroes from all walks of life on the battlefield called Prague is when he demonstrates his extraordinary martial arts skills, when he pursues the highest honor, and when the heroic spirit Achilles is most satisfied.

"Well, I hope it didn't take too long."

The green eyes looking towards the north slowly revealed a fascinated smile.

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There was a man kneeling on the ground.

A man covered in blood and tears all over his face.

His natural beauty was distorted by grief, and turned into a terrifying face like a ghost.The widened eyes were no longer as clear and bright as they used to be. They were filled with extreme resentment and stained with dirty blood and tears, which made people chill.

The culprit who killed the man was himself.With both hands, he pushed the tip of the spear that pierced through his heart into his chest.

The culprit who killed the man was someone else.It is the inevitable result of the combined effect of internal suspicion and foreign enemy's strategy.

"You...then...do you want to win...?!"

The man tried hard, growling in a hoarse voice.

Under his feet is a pool of his own blood.

Surrounded by the audience watching the play.

An upright knight girl, a beautiful and loving silver-haired young woman, a dull-looking man in a wheelchair, a comatose woman hugged tightly in his arms, and that... the real murderer in the black coat.

"In order to win the Holy Grail... are you willing to do this...?!"

Everyone witnessed the end of the heroic spirit with their own expressions.Either astonishment, or helplessness, or emptiness, are written on the faces with different expressions.

"Even my... only sincere wish will be trampled on... You guys, don't you have any sense of shame?!"

Both hands pressed firmly on the place where the gun shaft pierced, trying to hold back the severe pain.The man's heart was torn to pieces by the cruel reality.

——Use all the Command Seals and let the Servant kill himself——

The words thrown from the lips of the enemy are easily like a weightless snowflake, but they ruin the hero's way of atonement.

Using the master's command spell to destroy one's own servants is indeed a flawless strategy if you simply put aside personal evaluations. It completely removes obstacles and cuts off any hope of a comeback from humiliation in the Holy Grail War defeated.

It was also because of this that the man kneeling there was so hard to let go.

"Unforgivable...I will never forgive you!..."

In the process of gradually losing its substance and turning into bubbles, the man never stopped roaring.Red Rose, which went against her original intention, lost to fate and stabbed her in the heart, and the blood flowed like a spring.What hurts the most is not the wound that bleeds like a river.

"Selfish villains who chase fame and fortune and tarnish the glory of knights... just use my blood to dirty your dreams!...I curse the Holy Grail! Curse your wishes to become disasters! The day you fall into the cauldron of hell , don’t forget my Diarmuid’s wrath!”

In front of the people who watched this scene indifferently, the invisible hazy shadow finally collapsed.The man's resentment turned into mournful cries and went straight to the sky, drifted away, and was drowned, which would never be heard in that era.

Reenacting the tragedy of his life, Diarmuid, the heroic spirit who withdrew from the Fourth Holy Grail War with hatred.

The picture freezes at the passing moment and becomes eternity.

"What year is it?—"

He Yamendi, who woke up from a coma, opened his ice blue eyes and let out a strange cry.I just feel that my brain is messed up, just like being awakened by a mysterious sound in hell and being forced to return to the present world.

The body unstoppably followed the awakening movement and was driven up, but in the next second, the piercing pain in her shoulder immediately spread throughout her body like an electric shock, forcing her to lie down obediently.

"Great, you finally woke up."

The hot air from a short distance caressed the ear, it was the warm and familiar breath exhaled from the mouth of the materialized heroic spirit.

He Yamendi's unclear thinking is still in the shock brought by her dream.Before she could react, a clearer voice belonging to Diarmuid rang in her ears.

"But if you move around, I'm worried that the wound will tear open and cause deterioration. So please...stay flat."

After Diarmuid's voice fell, the surroundings suddenly became extremely quiet.There was an indescribably unpleasant smell in the dusty air.Everywhere in the field of vision is a strange sight.Why is she here?

Organize your chaotic thoughts and recall what happened.She returned to the villa alone, facing Lancer who pointed the spear at her under the instruction of Caster.Unexpectedly, Lancer resisted the forced order by committing suicide.She blocked it, burned his new master, and passed out...

The memory was suddenly disturbed by Diarmuid's worry-filled voice of relief.

"There are no traces of enemies around. I took you to Joseph City on my own initiative. I found this unremarkable small house, which was basically abandoned by no one. Although the environment is not very good, it is dirty and messy... But as a There is no better place to rest and recuperate."

Joseph City, the smallest district in Prague, is located in the north of the Old Town, and you can go straight to the left through the Manes Bridge to the west of the city.Most of the citizens who settled here were Jews, concentrated in the walled ghetto.The slums of narrow streets and old houses are hotbeds of ethnic minorities and criminal riots.It seems that Diarmuid also took a lot of thought before considering choosing the escape route here.

After making a random "hmm" to show that he knew it, and gently sniffing the musty smell mixed in the air, He Yamendi turned his head to one side, his eyes wandering around.

It's not messy, it's old at best.In the small room that has been neglected for a long time, all the furnishings have become faded due to wear and tear.However, what about the clean furniture and comfortable beds that do not match the entire environment.His eyes fell on Diarmuid by the bed, and he knew it was this without asking.