Food reserves are all love brains? [Comprehensive]

Emiya Kiritsugu stared at the figure in front of the camera.

A young man with short orange hair and dark pupils, with an unremarkable appearance, was lying alone in the ward in a daze.According to Hisau Maiya's information, the person in front of him is the recently wanted murderer in Fuyuki City.

The crosshairs of the scope have been adjusted. Although it has been a while since he has been on the front line to fight, the feel of this sniper rifle is no stranger to Emiya Kiritsugu. It is specially designed for long-range sniping of important targets. Has a sense of harmonious beauty and is one of Emiya Kiritsugu's loyal partners.

Now just hold—and shoot.

However, why?

The experience of being a first-class fighter told Kiritsugu that he could easily take the life of Ryunosuke Uyuu.But there was an inexplicable premonition that was disturbing, as if something had been ignored by him.

Emiya Kiritsugu confirmed to the female assistant on the other end of the communication device for the last time:

"Is he really the only one in the ward?"

"Yes. The girl is in another location in Fuyuki City, and Caster, who hadn't shown up before, just appeared at the abandoned warehouse, and Saber is fighting with her."

Emiya Kiritsugu took a breath.

"Is Ellie all right?"

"Ma'am is safe."

No more worries.

Right now, there should be nothing that can stop him from killing Ryunosuke Yusheng and nip the change in the bud.

Emiya Kiritsugu emptied his mind, reconfirmed that the target was still aimed at the vital point, skillfully pulled the bolt back, and pulled the trigger——

However, nothing happened.

The omen of danger struck again, and what happened at the same time——

is the wind.

The wind blowing from the back of the head.

Kiritsugu's pupils shrank suddenly, and he dropped the sniper rifle without hesitation:

"Timealter—double accel!"

Along with the chant, the potential of the body was squeezed, and the magician killer avoided the attack from behind at a speed that surpassed that of a human being.

Emiya Kiritsugu was still in shock, his eyes flicked to the "hidden weapon".

Unlike expected, it is not a lethal sword, gun, sword or halberd.The overturned cheap convenience store lunch box was just covered on the beautiful sniper rifle. The red and green dishes flowed all over the floor, which looked extremely ridiculous.

But Emiya Kiritsugu didn't intend to laugh.

His cold eyes moved, and he looked at the young man who was four or five meters away from him.

The flirtatious young man in sportswear, carrying a convenience bag in each hand, is like an ordinary college student who is going home after shopping.The white scarf covered the lower half of his face, only his cat-like blue eyes gleamed coldly in the darkness.

"Yo."

The young man spoke, his voice was unexpectedly hearty,

"Let me tell you in advance, I personally don't mind what you want to do with that murderer. But this is the entrustment given to me by the witch, at least I have to save that guy's life."

"So, shall we discuss it?"

"You pay me the money for the bento, we pretend we didn't see each other, how about we just leave?"

The young man was not carrying a weapon, and there were beer and snacks in the convenience bag, which looked quite heavy.

Emiya Kiritsugu took a step back without making a sound, his hand silently touched the protrusion on his waist——

Even if his skills were regressed, he would be able to shoot and kill the unsuspecting young man in just a second.

But with a thought, the young man in sight disappeared suddenly, the wind-like touch came again, afterimages that could not be caught by the naked eye passed by his side, and there was a sharp pain in his elbows and knees.

Emiya Kiritsugu hissed in pain, fell to one knee on the ground, and looked up.

The "secret weapon" pinned to his waist fell to the young man's feet, and the dirty boot stepped on it slowly——

"Hey."

The young man squinted his eyes, and the white scarf came loose in his action just now, revealing half of his face.

The god of another world grinned, and the two rows of big white teeth flashed a threatening cold light.

"I'm afraid you didn't hear clearly, so I'll ask again—"

"——We, is the transaction established?"

Truth does not actively lie.

Enkidu knew this better than anyone.

The monster of conscience can only confuse the public, avoid key points, and pretend to be deaf and dumb, but he will not say anything against his will.

(So, she ran away—what exactly?)

The clay figurine, who has always enjoyed the special care of the monster of conscience, has never been left out, feels particularly distressed, tilts his head slightly, and looks at his best friend with a serious side:

"Jill, whom do you think truth prefers?"

Gilgamesh raised his eyelids, recovering from his contemplation.He still looked angry, but replied to his friend's question in an unusually calm tone:

"It was that guy's decision, such a stupid thing with capriciousness and poor aesthetics, why should I lower myself to understand her thoughts?"

"That's right."

Enkidu nodded, taking it for granted,

"Jill is not good at chasing girls at first glance, how could she understand this?"

The blond king sneered again in anger.

If someone else dared to mock the king like this, he would have been torn to pieces long ago, but it happened to be Enkidu in front of him.

...It happened to be Enkidu.

Gilgamesh glanced at the slightly sad side face of his best friend, and indescribable emotions grew from the bottom of his heart like vines, clinging to the blood vessels.

This kind of novel feeling has never been experienced by Wang. Should I say that he is worthy of being his best friend?

The two are now regarded as newly released rivals in love, but neither Enkidu nor Gilgamesh thinks there is anything wrong with directly discussing the ownership of the girl's romance.

For the two who grew up in Uruk and are accustomed to war and plunder, even close friends who often share will inevitably compete for something unique—just, the former Gilgamesh Too rich, there is nothing extra "unique" in the story of the king and his best friend except for each other.

But now there is.

In the story of the king and his best friend, there is a treasure that cannot be shared.

Gilgamesh looked down at his best friend sitting on the bridge railing with dangling legs, and suddenly broke the silence:

"Shamhart came to see me."

Enkidu turned his head and looked at him quietly.

"It was a mistake for her to meet Kuze Truth. Such a fragile and easy-to-bewitch heart is really not worthy of being a citizen of Uruk."

Enkidu had read Truth's memory, understood what he meant, and sighed: "But that's Shamhat's choice, isn't it?"

"That was a wrong choice, and this king naturally has the right to correct it. Placing your life and soul on a god who will not stay in this world is even more stupid than believing in that idiot Ishtar."

Gilgamesh snorted.

"The end that ended up in the end is also self-inflicted."

"...as strict as always, Wang."

"This king was not born to take care of idiots."

The blond king paused, then looked at his best friend with probing eyes,

"And you, my friend."

"Well?"

"Is the long truth you see an illusory god, or a lover of flesh and blood?"

Enkidu didn't answer Gilgamesh's question directly. He smiled slightly, with sharp emotions hidden in his emerald eyes:

"What about you, Jill?"

The clay figurine slyly threw the question back.

"Is the girl the king cares about a collectible to play with, or a lover of equal status?"

The author has something to say:

Poor Yato, originally he was an important candidate, but I cut off the scene... The front has been miserable, until the end, he only played handsome for two seconds ()