[Comprehensive] Be a good person from now on

Emiya Kiritsugu was dragged upstairs by Bai Xia Zhaosheng.

"We need to talk about world peace."

That's what she said, the smile is the refreshing smile that Bai Xiachao has always been used to wearing on his face after he appeared, but the Japanese sword in his hand, the pen pistol and the gun pinned to the collar of his shirt and the one that was blocked by his long hair when he bent over to stand up Two Italian Beretta 92Fs hanging on the belt...

"What are you going to do?" Zong San Zuowenwen calmly spoke under the admiring eyes of most people present.

"Well, I'm going to reason with him."

Bai Xiachao turned his head and waved his hands as usual, with a bright smile: "I'm very curious about the reason why he has the desire for 'world peace'... Especially this person is obviously married and has a son, and at the same time, his hands are covered with blood. I am even more curious about Emiya Kiritsugu."

Irisviel was stunned.

"Don't you believe in Kiritsugu's wish?"

She knew that the possibility of her husband's wish being fulfilled was very slim, which was why he had to rely on the holy grail of the almighty wishing machine——

But this cruel and great wish was easily rejected by the woman in front of him without hesitation.

——This woman who was admired and loved by the king of ideals, Artoria Pendragon, was vetoed.

Irisviel felt genuinely unbelievable.

"How is this possible? How is this possible!?"

Rather, in Irisviel's short conscious life, Saber is the existence she admires and respects the most besides her husband, so she respects the person she respects, and she also likes the person she likes, In her pure consciousness, since the King of Ideals has expressed a tacit attitude towards Kiritsugu's wish, then she, this great and noble woman whom even King Arthur loves deeply... will definitely understand and understand Kiritsugu better than King Arthur. Heir and his great sad wish?

Xia Chao does understand, and Bai Xiachao looks forward to the beautiful scene of world peace more than himself in the state of the devil king.

But the reason she thinks this way is because she has always felt that it is a good thing for people to have dreams.

She sighed heavily.

"...You come here too, Irisviel Einzbern."

Xia Chao let go of the collar he was holding, and flipped the windbreaker on his arm neatly in mid-air and draped it over his shoulders. He was startled by Irisviel who suddenly called her full name, and looked around in a daze. Looking forward, Artoria said in a gentle voice: "Please rest assured, Miss Wang is a reasonable person."

But if it doesn't make sense, she doesn't know what will happen.

The King of Knights swallowed the obviously more important second half of his speech.

Sosan remained silent throughout the text, until the somewhat unfamiliar lord took Emiya Kiritsugu and Irisviel upstairs, followed by Enoshima Dunko and Katsuko who yelled loudly, "I want to be with you, Lord Demon King." Lauder; he hugged Ilya, who was so sleepy and dozed off, by himself, and didn't choose to follow.

Xia Chao, who was walking in the forefront, seemed to turn his head casually, looked at Shang Zongsan's left writing, chuckled inexplicably, and waved his hand very slightly.

Zong San then bowed his head to pay tribute, and retreated silently.

"Fox, are you there?"

Stepping on the gravel and rubble on the ground, Zongsan walked outside the castle, and the man whom he called softly came out from behind the tree with a displeased expression on his face. His hair was cut short for some reason, and he wore silver-white He is handsome with short hair, wearing the most common modern shirt and trousers, and cross-country boots on his feet. He has a model-like figure and tight muscles. Even the most common and visible clothes still have an indescribable Wildly sexy. "Can you please don't call me that? That's what my king can call me."

"Little Fox Pill," Zong Sanzuo changed the wording in a polite manner. "What are the conditions for summoning the Demon King?"

"It's fine if you have a good face. Anyway, if you want to summon her, it's as good as drawing a card with the probability of a game."

Kohomaru replied subconsciously, and then realized that Zong San was not talking about this.

"Hmm..." The reason why the Demon King accepts the summons is always very casual and self-willed. Suddenly, Xiaohumaru was a little stuck when he asked this question: "The child who summoned the Demon King before was called Sakura, right? The golden book in her hand, If there is a high-level magician operating it, it may be successful."

Xiaohumaru pondered: "A high-level magician..."

Zong San frowned: "Where is the high-level magician..."

"Aren't there basically all masters who can participate in the Holy Grail War?" Karna interjected quietly: "Just grab one at random."

The two swords looked at him at the same time, and the expression of the heroic spirit of the gun was unexpectedly calm and calm.

"You don't need to look at me that way. Although the master I am loyal to now is still the same one, but the personality change is like a different person to me. It is very troublesome."

So the three of them got together and prepared to whisper, because Illya was restless in her sleep and let out a soft moan like a milk cat and stopped.

"Send it back first?"

"Send it back to Matou's house?"

"Send it back first," Karna nodded, "it's not convenient to take a child with you. It's better to settle this kind of thing quickly. It just so happens that apart from the little Patriarch, the Matou House has a young Joan of Arc. Children should be with children."

I didn't ask at all why I brought Ilya here and this is the feeling of a child.

After sending the child back in the dark, two knives and one heroic spirit gathered together to discuss about binding (?) which master came back to help summon, and Karna even took the initiative to bring the documents on Xia Chao's desk to report.

Then they fell silent together.

"...It's really a report that is very unique to the Demon Lord."

The part written when the devil was still there was the code—yes, this person used codes instead of words. Bai Xiachao was more humane, and the handwritten drafts were all in beautiful and chic Italian cursive.

... still do not understand.

"I can try this part of the code," Xiaohumaru touched his chin: "After all, when my king was in MIT class, I used the fox state to pretend to be a pet and followed the class... Although I am not as proficient in this field as the owner, but Xiaohu It’s okay to do a little translation.”

"What about this part?" Karna shook another stack of papers that were obviously of different thickness.

"Yeah, it's really troublesome... If it's Morse code or something, I can try it..."

Xiaohuwan was also very distressed.

The skill points are as messy as the devil himself, although he is not completely proficient, but all of them are enough to use... Maybe this is the sword of the devil.

His Excellency Zongsan Zuowenwen, who is already proficient in international finance, could not help but sigh melancholy.

I still need to learn more.

"I remember that the child representing my king Honmaru seems to be a nobleman? Isn't it said that noble education is elite education? Then will she be able to understand this document?"

Xiaohuwan made a suggestion.

"It makes sense, go ask."

"Then the two of you are going to find a way to translate this document first, and I'll stay here and try to find the Master I already know."

The division of labor is clear, and we will do what we say.

****

"Documents in Italian? I have also learned part of Italian from home. Let me try the translation."

Xin Yi, who was dragged up in the middle of the night, had an unexpectedly good temper. After putting on a coat over the thin single clothes, he lit the lamp and sat up.

After smoothing her somewhat messy hair, the girl knelt down in front of the table dignifiedly, spread out the document and began to read it carefully.

"This should be the second half of a large document."

She reads very fast, and it didn't take a while for her to speak softly.

"The above is the information of four people, and the level of detail is different... Some parts feel like the person who compiled the materials unilaterally did not want to write, and there are many places that are obviously very random subjective evaluations."

She pointed at one of the places, and said in a delicate tone: "For example, the person who said his name was Kenneth, even converted it in Turkish, and the above comment is: 'From the perspective of resume and ability, it is indeed nothing. Undoubtedly a child prodigy, but unfortunately he is not good-looking, suffers from secondary illness, and is not favored by his fiancée. He also summoned a servant like Diarmuid. Rustic, unattractive, but the fiancée is a beautiful woman, a standard political marriage, unrequited love, I always feel that even if I leave him alone, he will develop into the same ending as Finn, such a summary feels too pitiful, so let's leave him alone' .”

"..."

Xiaohumaru and Zongsan Zuowen sat on the left and the right, a little speechless.

"And this one. A boy named Weber, who has a strange evaluation of him, unexpectedly high."

Xin Yi frowned, with a distressed expression.

"What was written on it was 'After coming here, I found a strange boy with a powerful talent that I didn't expect. Every time I come to this time, I feel that this ability to probe into the depths of human beings is really good. However, it needs a bit of propelling elements to explode, maybe you need to rely on Iskandar... Speaking of how much this guy doesn't care about his face, where is the beautiful young man who used Zeus's thunder to strengthen himself? Well, I can win by relying on face... It's really good to see me in the demon king state killing Zeus'..."

Xin Yi was stunned for a second when he read this, and raised his head stiffly.

"...Is this a manuscript written by Lord Demon King?"

Zong San nodded in confusion.

Xin Yi suddenly hugged the manuscript tightly into his arms, and buried his face in it forcefully: "...it's mine now!"

After Zong San thought for less than a second, he raised a finger to discuss with Xin Yi.

"The manuscript can be given to you, but you have to do me a favor."

"...what's the matter?"

"Summon a press-cut Hasebe, let him be your knife and occupy the position of the master's knife account by the way, so that there will never be a second press-cut Hasebe in this maru again."

Zong San raised his hand and flipped through the left text, and his subordinates immediately came out and stacked them up to a thickness of one meter. Various photo albums, the top one [Twilight Judgment·War of Demon God·Devil King·Platinum Limited Edition Photobook] brushed carelessly With a sense of presence.

Xin Yi hissed and couldn't help but gasp.

"I'll give you all these, let's make a deal."

"……make a deal!"

The author has something to say: Someone discovered a small detail in the last chapter. I thought no one knew about it, and now I am a little happy~

So here is something to say in advance, it can be regarded as a reminder~

This article will probably hide a few endings that I didn't dare to release in the past. As for why I didn't put it in the original article, because I expected TRUEEND to be somewhat biased towards my usual black mud style, but I ran into someone when I was about to write it. I didn’t dare to release another article that was maliciously negative (I don’t know the reason until now, that article was a black mud article written by me for the sake of the newspaper when I broke out with negative emotions. In the end, it can be said that the ending of the group is destroyed, but I also I don’t know if it’s because of this relationship that he was dismissed), and continued to cowardly maintain the original text’s silly, sweet and illogical Xiaobaifeng.

Anyway, those who have read it will know what I am talking about, and those who have not read it will not affect the reading of this article, because the development of the hidden ending and the main line of the plot can also fit together, so I will treat it as a whining here...