[Fate Gun Brother] The 2.5th Holy Grail War

The result of a man's meticulous care.The stain on the ceiling is probably the only thing that hasn't been cleaned.

When I woke up, I didn't say a word.Diarmuid, who hadn't received a complete response for a long time, looked at Heyamendi worriedly, then bit his lips, showing an awkward smile a little at a loss.

"In addition... I didn't mean to offend. When you were unconscious, I checked your wound properly... Then I tried to treat you. I hope you can forgive me for my overstepping behavior..."

Diarmuid said so in a submissive manner waiting to be punished.For a moment, the body seemed to stiffen.He Yamendi couldn't help but gasped, kicked off the quilt with difficulty, and turned to look at the clothes on his body.

Fortunately... Diarmuid knew how to handle it properly, and he was not so presumptuous that he lifted all her dress.The neckline was unbuttoned and pulled to the left shoulder, exposing a small half of her snow-white chest.I don't know where Diarmuid got the plaster and gauze, after careful bandaging, they are tightly fitting on Heyamendi's injured skin.

The blow to his character by suspicion inevitably made him a little injured, but the spearman quickly adjusted.

"This wound is not as deep as I thought. It seems that the protection of the scepter minimizes the damage. Anyway, it's great that you are fine."

The scar from being stabbed by the red gun was at the junction of the shoulder and arm, and he could barely enjoy the treatment of increasing physical strength from the magic scepter hidden in the left arm, reducing the serious injury to the level of moderate injury.After all, it is impossible to completely guard against a Servant's Noble Phantasm.

Diarmuid hesitated for a while, and then continued, "If my spear endangers your life, I will never let myself live a second longer."

"Are you going to kill yourself again?"

Heyamendi looked at him seriously.He felt the muscles on Diarmuid's face tense, and then the gunman's incomparably confirmed words came.

"That's my choice."

"How can this work?" Heyamendi said hastily, "Even if you want to do that kind of thing, you have to defeat all the enemies to die." Seeing Diarmuid, I don't know if he agrees with this point of view or he nodded out of inertia. Behind his head, He Yamendi slowed down his speech and turned to a soothing attitude, "And... an injury of this degree is not a serious problem. Surely you should be glad that it wasn't the yellow gun that stabbed me?"

"That's because..." Diarmuid slowly explained in a confused tone as if he was escaping from something, "'The Destroyed Yellow Rose' can't hurt me..."

Diarmuid's yellow short spear can inflict incurable wounds on the wounded.Although this gun is extremely dangerous, Diarmuid, as the master, will not be hurt even if he stands on the tip of the gun.

The implication is that only the red gun can execute suicide.

"...I didn't read the myths carefully. Ah,... After all this trouble, has our luck index been improved?"

"Please don't make such jokes now..."

After Diarmuid protested slightly, neither of them spoke.The room suddenly fell into silence.

Look back at the dream that you traveled through not long ago.Diarmuid knelt on the ground, the gun stuck in his chest...it was the "Red Rose that Destroys Demons".He Yamendi couldn't help feeling uncomfortable.After a while, she called softly.

"lancer..."

"Yes, I'm here."

"Is it... 1875...?"

There was some confusion in Diarmuid's eyes, but he still replied extremely respectfully, "Yes, my lord."

After the trouble just now, He Yamendi's consciousness completely recovered.Is it because the contract is gone, so you call her that?Think about the words that Diarmuid said after she woke up, no matter the wording or attitude, they are several times more serious and heavy than ever before.Has the once intimate relationship between each other inevitably become unfamiliar?

"Ah, Lancer, can you help me..."

"excuse me."

After understanding Heyamendi's slightly hesitant request, Diarmuid, who had been squatting and kneeling beside the bed before, sat up.Immediately, there was a sinking feeling from the edge of the bed.Immediately afterwards, He Yamendi felt a floating feeling on his back.

Stretching out a hand, he easily lifted the lying person from the bed.After Heyamendi sat up straight, Diarmuid had no intention of letting go, and still supported his waist.

At a very close distance, only Diarmuid's chest rising and falling under normal breathing can be seen in sight.It just so happens that the right shoulder is leaning on the spearman and his head is buried in the spearman's chest.

Diarmuid tried his best to conceal his trembling voice, and asked politely, "Is this... okay? Will it be a little... overstepping?"

As soon as these words came out, Heyamendi's only trace of shyness disappeared without a trace.At this time, she did not forget to exert herself to put on a meticulous look, which made her feel a little funny.This knight, who is so rigid to the point of being stubborn, sometimes really has nothing to do with him.

Diarmuid lowered his head and looked at Heyamendi who was smiling in his arms in a strange way.Because of the spearman's action, the chin that was originally on the forehead was closer to her.

"..."

A certain cheek leaning against the soft armor on the man's left shoulder couldn't help but feel hot.Do you want to escape?However, the wound is still aching, and if you move around, you don't know if it will bleed.In this way, Heyamendi convinced himself and frankly accepted Diarmuid's considerate arm as a support.The place they are hiding in is safe for the time being.Still, there are more important things to be confirmed right now...

"Lancer, how long have I been unconscious?"

"A little over two hours."

"Ah, then don't you...disappear soon?"

"for this I……"

Facing Heyamendi who suddenly raised his head to look at him, Diarmuid seemed to want to smile, but the flickering sadness in his eyes could not escape those ice blue eyes.

After finishing what needs to be done with high efficiency, in order to avoid consumption, Diarmuid has been stationed in the form of a spirit body, saving mana expenditure to the greatest extent until Heyamendi wakes up.

However, under the difficult situation of completely losing the master, the spearman's own D-level magic power reserve can no longer meet the daily needs, and will soon run out of fuel.

"Tell me honestly, how long can it last?"

"At most, no more than half an hour...I'm sorry."

"—"

Seeing Heyamendi's depressed expression suddenly, Diarmuid lowered his head deeply, and comforted him with a gentle voice:

"Fortunately, you woke up in time. I have no regrets to see you for the last time."

Just as the white-haired woman nodded vaguely, a layer of anxiety appeared in the golden eyes staring at her.

"But there is one thing I have to point out. Archer didn't personally protect you. Not to mention the physical body, you can't even feel the breath of the spirit body. I am really worried about entrusting your safety to such an irresponsible servant .”

"... lancer?"

Sighing deeply, as if realizing that it was too late, Diarmuid persuaded himself to calm down, sighing calmly:

"Being able to see your smile and hear your voice again before disappearing... Ha, this is simply not an honor that a traitor should have..."

"do not talk like that--"

He Yamendi's eager cry was buried in the following close embrace.

This time, it was no longer one arm, but two arms around her, hugging her full.Gently close the gap between the two to the minimum distance.One can't help but wonder, is it because he is about to leave this world that he has become more courageous.Perhaps this scene seemed to him a farewell.After such thoughts arose, Diarmuid tightened his arms and completed a tight hug that would not make her feel breathless, and avoided touching the wound on his left shoulder.

It is right to choose archer.After Diarmuid disappears, the injury on Archer's right hand will recover.Choosing a powerful Archer to replace a relatively weak Lancer is indeed the most correct choice for the Holy Grail War.It would be great if Archer could be more loyal to his master...

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bsp;Heyamendi understood Diarmuid's mood very well at this time.That's what he must have thought.After all, outside of Caster's position, his plausible statement at the time could easily confuse others.

But now it must be clarified.

Over there, Diarmuid still hugged her tightly and leaned his head lightly on her shoulder.I can feel the warm breath contact near the right side of my face.He could feel the thick heat of the spearman's palm coming from his back.

Then, finally—he heard the long-lost title again—Master.

As if he was a religious believer praying to God, Diarmuid murmured softly in a voice full of joy and mixed with sadness, and kept chanting the word - master.

She really wanted to take the initiative to get close to that warm and comfortable chest, such a reckless thought even surprised herself secretly.He Yamendi restrained himself. "Lancer." She called out, her voice hoarse.

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33. The Sixth Night--The Brand of the Dead 【Part [-]】...

Akiya opened her eyes.

It seems that there is no dream, but all that can be seen is the deep darkness.Feeling bound by something, tight but without any pain or discomfort.

The castle in memory is always in the cold winter.The earth is covered with snow, and the sky has long forgotten the blue.This is a stagnant city in the mountains, a desolate barren land.

Einzbern did not