Fate The Extra One

37. Before The Last Battle

"Well, Andersen... I've been meaning to say it since just now... You, you're not sympathizing with me, are you? Hey, Nani? That 'ah, idiot, you finally realized' look in the eyes..."

Kishinami Hakuno looked at a blue-haired lady who was thinking in embarrassment.

"Oh——have you finally realized your stupidity, Kishinami Hakuno, it seems that you are also very suitable to be the protagonist of my work—a superlative who is bitter, powerless, fruitless, and completely contrary to the royal style. Comedy is simply the best of cannon fodder!"

The other party answered completely irrelevant words in a mocking tone, as if deliberately changing the topic.

"Anyway, it's not a work that makes the characters in the play laugh. Please forgive me for rejecting it. Also, why is the 'protagonist' being cannon fodder..."

"It's good to make complaints, but the proposal is completely rejected! I am the author, so I have the final say. In short, it is so decided. Don't worry, your book will be published as a fairy tale picture book after your death. I didn't mean to ask me to analyze it in the past. What about you, it was blank at the beginning without any color, and now you can roughly see the end—why, do you want me to spoil it in advance?"

As if he was seriously thinking about the plot, Andersen lowered his head and leaned on his chin with his hand, thinking like a normal writer.

"...No, thank you for your kindness—miracles sometimes happen, and I rely on them as the motivation to live. Whether it is BUG or Error, use them all to prepare for the final clearance~~ "

"It's a good thing that the struggle is high, and it's finally a decent place - work hard like an old horse pulling a cart, what's the current plan?"

"...under consideration."

Lowering his head in shame, unable to bear the contemptuous gaze of Zhengtai who was holding his arms in his arms, Zabizi thought in a very unashamed manner,

"Isn't it good to stay here forever... It will end tomorrow or the day after tomorrow at the latest... Otherwise, I wouldn't be in such a hurry to recover my magic power..."

"Degeneracy is the great enemy of life. If you don't become the protagonist of a third-rate harem novel, have you lost your last restraint?—I'm really ashamed for you..." Andersen had a strict father's face that hated iron and steel.

"...you are dad, you are obviously 15 centimeters shorter than me..."

"It's 14, 14 centimeters! No wonder Tiantian is so poor because he's so bad at math."

"... By the way, you have measured it, poisonous tongue brat."

"You don't have a good heart. The fake Ojisang in the skin of a girl has been assimilated by the second king of the middle school. It's fine to complain in your heart. Now everything has changed the appearance-I really miss when I went out to fight The idiot who ran towards me when he came back from the maze..."

"That's right, I also miss Lan Mao who was molested by Kiara-san every day and said that she was a whore and finally confessed vividly..."

The two never tire of complaining to each other, digging black history, and unconsciously forgot—or didn't think about any "business" in the first place.

.........

"However, let's sort out the situation roughly."

Obviously the poisonous tongue (aojiao) is not strong enough, Kishinami Hakuno wisely chose to talk about "serious things" before the situation was unfavorable to him - and moved back to another round, it was so cool to bully the poisonous tongue Xiaozheng~

"It was Berserker first, although it was incredible, he was the first one to leave the field—all thanks to me~"

"Ha! You just walked around that mansion with the King of Heroes, and you ended up falling out with him, right? Where's Rider? According to Ma Po, the former store manager, she was the first one. "

"Although there are many places where I want to complain, but forget it, I saw her at Matou Sakura's house, and the incomplete soul was recovered, and everything is normal."

"Now?" Andersen asked.

"Wait," Kishinami Hakuno stood up,

Find some blank paper and a pencil from the drawer and doodle,

"...That's roughly what it feels like~"

Andersen looked over curiously, there was a Q-version image of Heroic Spirit with two big crosses drawn on it,

"Oh? Are you a good painter? Are you interested in coming to me as an artist?"

"Thank you, if you give me [-]% of your reward, you can consider it—of course it refers to the lifetime."

"Tsk, it's really a lion with a big mouth."

"Of course, this is a 'Handmaid Serving Tea and Water Master' who worked hard under the education of an idiot in Sparta, saying that Gu Uruk must be proficient in everything as a king's maid... ...However, the topic has obviously gone far—this is the Einzbern residence, of course it is useless now."

Another big fork covers the whole house just painted and the sporadic background forest,

"Saber and Jill will definitely stay until the end. The aura of the Caster group has disappeared, and Archer's vitality is also very weak... If you don't care about Lancer, he will also be ordered to commit suicide by that twisted priest."

The head portraits of several characters were KO'd in their final battles, and at the same time there are several distinctive big crosses. The Ryudong Temple is drawn in the center of the white paper. Saber and Gilgamesh are fighting with their strongest treasures. , a big circle encloses the two people, and at the same time, the word "PK" is marked with an arrow on the side, and a dark ball is drawn on the top of Liudong Temple. The whole picture is completed, and even the author is marked on the back ingeniously.

"The overall situation is like this. After all six people are dead, we should be able to carry out the ceremony. I will open the Holy Grail during the battle between those two people. After that... Needless to say, I know."

"...Well, I understand roughly, the black one is—"

Andersen looked at the slightly scribbled graffiti seriously, pointed to the black hole directly above Liudong Temple and said,

"The Hole of the Great Grail."

Kishiba Hakuno stared at the specially painted black void with weird eyes, the color was several times heavier than the surrounding area, exuding a sense of heaviness like catharsis.

"What about the recovery of Servant souls?"

"Everything is normal. The interference from the Holy Grail of the Einzbern family and the pseudo-Holy Grail of the Matou family have been eliminated. After death, the Servant will directly enter the [Virtual Hole/Virtual Cell], and it is well preserved."

"Don't have a mechanical face—that ability is really convenient, the one that automatically obtains the information of the heroic spirit."

"It's the 'finding ability', but it's just for judging life and death. The information will be updated in the brain at any time, which is similar to the system on the lunar surface-or rather, it is borrowed from there... The specific situation needs to be analyzed by myself. Anyway, I 'here' best All that’s missing is information.”

Kishinami Hakuno pointed at his head mockingly.

"Anyway, it's fine to go to Liudong Temple when everyone is almost dead. Isn't your work very leisurely?"

"That's right, it's a little more tiring than a ghost that doesn't even count as a heroic spirit when it comes out as soy sauce."

"Haha, I love to hear this sentence. If you wish, I will continue to stay in my old den and wait slowly to be 'recycled'. Come on, girl!!"

Andersen patted Bai Ye's shoulder excitedly, ignoring the black line on the other's forehead, laughing and preparing to go back to the next door,

"But since the situation is so simple, there is no need to draw any pictures, right?"

"Uh……"

"You don't just want to draw [×] on the heads of those regular actors, do you..."

"..."

"...Andersen, be careful of water and electricity when you stay at home, and don't let the wind blow away the manuscript you just finished~"

Kishinami Hakuno smiled with a very "bright" smile and closed the door with a "bang".

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