Radiant Enemy

At that time, I was really happy, there were no things that had to be done, and there was no ending that had to be separated.

In the end, they each took back the lottery, but Hilgner said that the reason why he responded to the proposal of the lottery was because he wanted to have a game with everyone, and even if he really won, he would return the things.

"Your words are based on the premise that you will win!" Senesa clasped Hilgna's neck with his arms, and rumpled his white hair with the other hand.

"Because I don't think I will lose." Silgner said confidently.

"Gee... I can't refute it..." Hilgna, who is excellent in all kinds of courses except for writing poems praising the gods, is indeed qualified to say that only Osman Diaz can compete with him.

But when everyone dispersed, Osman Diaz still came to Hilgner: "I am a horse behind you, anyway, you won this game, and the promised reward still has to be given to you .”

What the young Pharaoh handed out was exactly the bracelet of gold and precious stones.

Hilgna tilted his head, and was about to refuse, but Osman Diaz firmly put the wristband on him: "If you don't accept it, it will be regarded as my deposit with you—the next time you win It must be me!"

Although until they were fifteen, the princes from various countries ended their 'study tour', and most of them chose to return to their own countries, but Osman Diaz still didn't take back the wristband that Osman Diaz 'deposited' on Hilgna.

However, he got a wristband that was more suitable for him from Hilgna, and it was designed and polished by the white-haired prince himself.

However, the wrist ring sent by Osman Diaz was finally returned on the day of separation together with the power ring he bestowed on Hilgna during the enthronement ceremony.

And Osman Diaz's own jewelry, which was presented by Hilgna, was lost in the waves of the submerged reed sea, and could no longer be found.

He is really a gentle and decisive person, but it is precisely because Osman Diaz has seen through the firmness and nobility in his heart under the appearance that he regards Hilgna as his soul friend.

Hilghner went from Hittite to Egypt, and stayed by Osman Diaz's side until the day when he left Weihai, occupying the most wanton and happiest time in Osman Diaz's life.

Osman Diaz also promised a lot of money to allow those profit-seeking businessmen and adventurers to follow Hilgna's trail, but there was no news after all.

Maybe those merchants went in the wrong direction, or maybe they didn't reach Canaan at all, so there was no news of Hilgna.

But it doesn't matter, Osman Diaz has time and money, he can wait until the day when the news of Hilgna comes.

Such a wait is a lifetime.

The colors left by Hilgna are so vivid, and the memories brought to Osman Diaz are so deep.

Even when he was old and his relatives and heirs around him passed away one by one, leaving him alone, he would always remember when Hilgna smiled at him in the sun, as if gathering the most beautiful people in the world. The blue sky and ocean were shimmering with shimmering waves, which made him lose his heart at that moment.

It was the time when his mother died, and Hilgna found Osman Diaz who silently threw away the attendants and maids, and sat down beside him.

This is Osman Diaz's mother's favorite pool. The water of the Nile flows here from outside. The dome is decorated with curtains, and the snow-white gauze is wet by the waves. Everything is as beautiful as a dream.

But Qianying, who had been resting here in the cool air, is no longer there. Her abdominal cavity will be stripped open, stuffed with immortal spices, wrapped in white bandages and placed in a heavy coffin, completely separated from Osman Diaz.

She could no longer touch the top of Osman Diaz's head with those hands, and she could no longer hug herself.

The sun hanging in the sky was so scorching and dazzling that Osman Diaz still felt cold.

Hilgna obviously found him, but didn't say a word, just sat quietly beside him.

Until Osman Diaz asked: "Are you going to sit like this forever?"

"That's up to you, Uthman." Hilgna didn't look at the Egyptian heir, his voice was gentle and calm.

"I just think that you need someone to accompany you at this moment."

Osman Diaz refused to lift his head from his arms. Although he did need someone to accompany him, he didn't want Hilgna to see his face wet with tears. Such a complicated state of mind made Osman Diaz Say no more.

But Hilgna discovered his psychological dynamics, then stood up, jumped into the pool from the steps, and the waves raised Osman Diaz all over him.

Naturally, the water of the Nile swallowed up the scalding liquid dripping from the bottom of his eyes, and the transparent drops slid down his cheeks and chin. he smiles.

The white hair was wetted by the water and stuck to Hilgna's ears and neck, and tiny drops of water slid from the same silver eyelashes, as if to make those blue eyes more moist.

Hilgna opened his wet arms and said to Osman Diaz: "The soul of the princess must be with the Nile, and she will always watch you. Osman, listen, does this wave seem to be calling you? , to comfort you?"

You see, this white-haired saint is so calm and considerate even when he cares about others.

Osman Diaz curled his lips slightly in his dream. After being dead for so long and even his memory is vague, Hilgna's smile at this moment can still give him peace and comfort in his heart.

"Death is not the end, Osman." On the day that Hilgna was about to leave, he once said this to Pharaoh.

"We'll meet again."

Yeah, death is not the end.

Osman Diaz woke up from the dream in a trance, and saw the purple-haired girl Pharaoh staring at him.

"What's the matter, Nitocris, is there something on Yu's face?" Osman Diaz stretched his body, and after sleeping, his magic power and spirit recovered a lot, making him look even more He is in good spirits.

"Ah, no! It's just that I think the king looks happier and softer after taking a rest!" Nitocris replied nervously, holding her scepter tightly.

"I must have dreamed of something very beautiful, so the king was laughing when he fell asleep!" Nitocris felt it completely. Ever since she was summoned to this singularity, she had hardly seen her admiring her. Ramses II laughed so easily and carefreely.

Osman Diaz touched the corners of his lips, and he did feel the arc that remained on it and hadn't receded.

"Yu did have a sweet dream." The Egyptian king said with a snort.

"Perhaps this is also God Amonra's revelation to Yu."

The traveler is about to return and reunite with the long-lost.

"Could it be that little girl from Chaldea who summoned Hill?"

Osman Diaz narrowed his eyes slightly, and his steady heart suddenly jumped at this moment. The sudden premonition made him stand up, but when he realized that he did not have the means to communicate with the master of Chaldea Annoyed for a while.

It's not that Osman Diaz didn't think about going out to find Hilghner by himself, but just like Hilghner took the Hebrews out of Egypt, he also has his own responsibilities and obligations in this land.

"I've been waiting for so long, it doesn't matter if I wait a little longer." Osman Diaz said to himself.

"He'll come to see me, after the Lion King is done with—"

Hilgna in the village of the Mountain People seemed to hear someone calling him, but he didn't have so much energy to pay attention to it.

Hilgna has too many things to do, to find those refugees who were displaced by the actions of the Knights of the Round Table, take them to a safe place, and look for the refugees who were summoned to this world but did not join due to various reasons. Go to your own Heroic Spirits and the Master who guides Chaldea to win the trust of the voices.

Almost never stopped to rest.

Even Arash couldn't stand it anymore.

"Hill, your mana will run out if you continue like this! Go and have a good rest first, you haven't eaten today's dinner, have you?" He grabbed Hilgna's wrist and said with a serious expression.

Hilgner smiled: "I'm not a human anymore, this level won't make me disappear so easily."

Hilgner tried to expose the topic, but Arash stared at it tightly.

"I don't know why you are so urgent, but no matter how urgent you are, if you fall down first before you reach your goal, it will be meaningless, isn't it!"

Arash growled. Once the generous man with a bright and reliable smile on his face got angry, the power he brought would be much more terrifying than others.

"Because there is no time, Arash." Hilgna said with a wry smile.

"If this singularity is not resolved before the holy election, the world other than the holy capital will be turned into nothingness - no matter how powerful a servant can survive in that nothingness, let alone a weak human being."

"..."

Arash stared fixedly at Hilgna, he was silent for a moment, and did not let go, but said another thing when he spoke: "Sill, when I was summoned to this village and saw you wearing a cloak , I already recognized you."

Hilgner widened his eyes slightly in astonishment, never thinking that he would drop his vest so early.

"But you look like you don't want to be recognized, so I have no choice but to pretend that I didn't recognize you." Arash smiled, and continued: "Aren't you curious about how I recognized you?"

"That's right, the heroic spirits in the present world are basically split spirits, and the main body on the seat of heroic spirits only gets records, no emotions-this is what I once told you."

Hilgna nodded, this was one of the reasons why he didn't want to recognize Arash when he saw him.

It is actually a very hurtful thing to be looked at with strange eyes by a partner who used to be inseparable from day to day, and for Hilgna, who has memories of several lifetimes, the damage caused may be even more serious.

"Please leave a stamp on my heart so that you can be engraved in my soul."

Arash whispered what he had said to Hilgna when he was in Egypt.

"I swore it to you, didn't I?"

The black-haired and brown-skinned archer laughed heartily. He held Hilgna's hand and placed it on his heart, letting the sound of his heartbeat pass through the palm of the white-haired prophet.

"Probably because the memory and emotion of the split spirit are too strong, even surpassing the emotion I had when the main body was still alive. Even if I return to the Seat of Heroes, this memory and emotion are engraved into my soul."

Arash said softly and steadily.

"So Hill, I remember everything about you—don't forget, I'm a servant who has always been with you."

"You can trust me a little more, as before, share the burden on your shoulders with me, and you don't have to carry it by yourself at all."

The black-haired and brown-skinned archer sighed softly.

"Your current state of existence is neither a human nor a heroic spirit? Although I don't know why you want to hide it, it doesn't matter. I will always be with you until you are willing to say it."

Arash said sincerely, he slightly lowered his head to look at the other white-haired prophet Wei Haiyi in his memory, and wanted to raise his other hand to stroke Hilgna's already deep outline, but in the end he still couldn't do it due to etiquette. I took it back.

As if he had recognized Hilgna a long time ago, but until Hilgna was willing to stay in the village of the Mountain People and no longer avoid him intentionally or unintentionally, Arash asked if Hilgna was the one he knew People; the current Arash is also willing to wait patiently until the moment when Hilgna is willing to tell him the whole thing.

"Haha... As expected of Arash, you can change my mind with a straight ball every time." Hilgner shrugged, and after the wry smile on his face faded away, he looked at Arash again with a serious and full gaze. serious.

"Although there are some things I can't tell you, I do need help."

Hilgna said.

"I left something important in the holy city, and I didn't bring it out when I left."

In fact, after Arash disappeared and Hilgna left Osman Diaz, he always carried the heavy burden on his shoulders for the rest of his life, and he could only solve the difficulties and troubles he encountered by himself.

Although Joshua was born and became a disciple of Hilgna, the burden on his shoulders was relieved a lot, but Joshua was still young, and the Hebrews still trusted him.

"And when the Lion King completes his holy election, let alone recovering things, this era will no longer exist."

Hilgner is also very clear about the priorities. Compared with the fallen things, he believes that saving the people who are still alive is more important, which also makes him miss the best time to take them away.

"The reason why he ordered the Knights of the Round Table and the Serious Knights to kill those scattered people is also to end their suffering early. It is quite an arrogant and pitiful idea."

Hilgner can understand what the Lion King did.

"—although I don't agree with it."

"Arash, have you read my memory too?" Hilgner said with a smile and relaxed.

His voice was calm and calm, but Arash knew how much blood, tears and bitterness, how many joys and sorrows were buried in it.

"I want to end the never-ending wanderings of this Kazuki on me, and you'll help me, won't you?"

"Of course." Arash heard himself reply.

"I will grant this wish for you."

He finally raised his hand, obeying his own heart, and wanted to hug the lonely and smiling prophet into his arms, but was interrupted by a voice that appeared suddenly.

"Mr. Silgner! Where are you?" Fujimaru Tachibana's crisp voice sounded from a distance, sounding a little anxious.

Hilgna nodded to Arash, then walked quickly towards the direction of the sound.

Arash helplessly ruffled his hair again, sighed, and said to himself: "Now let's do what we need to do."

"Are you going to save Jing Mi Hassan?"

Hilgna had already seen Hassan the Cursed Arm standing beside Fujimaru Tachibana, and immediately realized the reason why the Chaldean master called him.

"Exactly. After all, the more combat power the better, maybe that Quiet Hassan has collected information that we don't know."

Fujimaru Tachibana murmured that it would be great if he knew where the Holy Grail was placed, so that he wouldn't have to spend a lot of time looking for it.

"However, the tower where Quiet Hassan was imprisoned is guarded by the Knights of the Round Table, and it is very difficult to break through... I don't know what happened in this era, I have completely disconnected from Chaldea, and Da Vinci Sauce and I have been separated. Not only can’t get in touch with Dr. Romani, but I can’t even summon the Heroic Spirit... Probably that magic king is playing tricks.”

Fujimaru Tachibana clasped his hands together, bowed and begged Hilgna.

"As a Knight of the Round Table, Bedivere may not be too willing to confront his former colleagues... So Mr. Hill, would you like to go to the tower prison with us?"

The orange-haired girl looked at Hilgna eagerly, completely unaware that Hassan, the curse arm standing behind Hilgna, was constantly making various hints asking her not to do so.

If there is no skull mask on his face, probably all kinds of shouting faces are on his face at this moment.

After all, for the Hassans, Hilgna is the 'Prophet Musa'. How can there be such a thing as a noble prophet condescending to save believers? !

This in itself is the failure of the believer!

If Quiet Hassan was really saved, he would probably be beheaded by Wang Hassan in the name of "fallen".

Regardless of whether the Hassan of the past is spiritually or technologically degenerate, as long as it is declining, it is a sin.

Decline is death, and it is Wang Hassan's responsibility to cut off the head of the decliner in order to forgive his crimes and entrust his hope to the next mountain old man.

If Hilgna really went, even if Quiet Hassan was rescued, the only ending would be 'death'!

Cursed Hassan didn't want Tranquil Hassan to die because of Fujimaru Tachibana's kindness, but Fujimaru Tachibana didn't understand his dancing and dancing. Instead, he tilted his head, with a look of complete incomprehension on why Cursed Hassan wanted to be in Hilgar. Na's back is dancing and doing exercises.

"It doesn't matter if I go." Cursed Hassan thought 'Quiet Hassan is over' full of despair when he heard Hilgna say this.

"But I won't make a move, I will just wait for you outside."

Hilgna's next words cheered Hassan, who had fallen into a slump, immediately: "Quiet Hassan can still be saved!" '

"After all, this is a task entrusted to you by the people of the mountain, and I can't do it for you."

Fujimaru Tachibana was overjoyed. She didn't have much hope when she came to invite them, but now that Hilgna is willing to accompany them, she is already very satisfied!

Considering the manpower and the enemy's strength, Fujimaru Tachibana could sneak into the tower prison quietly, but if he wanted to leave smoothly, the difficulty must be doubled.

At least when escaping from the tower prison, Hilgna can help, and they can relieve a lot of pressure.

The prison where Quiet Hassan was imprisoned was not too far away, and he could reach it in half a day on horseback.

However, Goddess of Luck did not favor Fujimaru Tachibana. They soon learned from the patrolling solemn knights that two big figures of the Knights of the Round Table would come to patrol today. , will be executed.

"Too bad, I have to save people before they show up! Huh, but with so many people, can they escape even if they sneak in...!?"

Fujimaru Tachibana bit his thumb and began to think about countermeasures. Hilgner looked at the orange-haired savior girl, and at the hesitant look of the female follower who called herself "Master Sanzang" he met on the way, and then sighed softly. With a sound, he said to Fujimaru Tachibana: "I'll hold them back outside, you guys sneak in to save people first."

"Hey, but Mr. Silgner, you're alright by yourself?" Fujimaru Tachibana couldn't help but asked worriedly, "Why don't I let Matthew here accompany you to fight together?"

"That's not necessary, let the shield soldier girl go in with you, the difficulties and dangers inside are no less than those outside." Hilgner shook his head and rejected Fujimaru Tachibana's kindness.

"Then, Master Sanzang, can I trouble you with something? Just treat it as a reward for inviting you to dinner." The white-haired prophet turned to the servant who was picked up by them halfway.

"Uh, as long as it's not killing, within the reach of the poor monk..." Because of getting lost in the vast desert, the result was that he fell to the ground due to lack of water and food, and might even consume the magic power to disappear directly. Putting palms together, he did not refuse Hilgna who saved his life by taking out water and bread.

"Please protect Lihua-kun in the tower prison, and she will be handed over to you." Hilgner looked to the east, and he had already seen the familiar Knights of the Round Table running towards the tower prison with several solemn knights.

"Go in quickly, please don't worry about me, leave as soon as you rescue Quiet Hassan, I will catch up with you."

Hilgna exhorted.

After all, time was running out. After thinking for a while, Fujimaru Tachibana nodded to Hilgna, and sneaked in from the side tower with Sanzang, Hassan, and Mash.

Naturally, a wall of this height can't stop the servants. Mash took Fujimaru Tachibana and jumped into the cold gray tower prison. The orange-haired savior girl glanced back in the gap, and Hilgna stood there. On the plain in front of the tower prison, he was obviously alone, and he looked so thin, but somehow gave Fujimaru Tachibana a sense of reliability and trust.

——He will not lose, even if the opponent is a very powerful knight of the round table who has been blessed with reverse equipment and blessings, Hilgna can return to the mountain people's village safely, smiling at them as always.

The author has something to say:

Because someone asked in the comments, so here is the answer, the face of each Hilgna looks similar, it can be regarded as a manifestation of the reverse power of the soul affecting the body~