Illimitable Until Death

Bucharest, Romania.

It took less than two or three days for the square to come back here again.

It's just that when I left, I was alone, and when I came back, I was alone.

The girl sitting in a wheelchair was pushed in the square and walked slowly on the streets of the city, watched by a wide variety of pedestrians around her.

“Ah...”

“Hmm...”

There were constant pedestrian calls around.

It was watching Fong Li and Fiore walk down the street so unprotected for young men and women that it raised the pity of the thieves reaching out to the pockets of both of them with their hands of sin.

Bucharest is more prosperous and developed than Tullifas and Sigishwara. The atmosphere in the Middle Ages was not as intense as those two cities, but it also gave rise to a number of security problems, and the fish dragons were mixed up and somewhat confused.

Here, thieves are almost everywhere.

After Fiorette and I arrived in Bucharest, we didn't know how many thieves we had encountered.

Unfortunately, the thieves obviously chose the wrong target and, while reaching out, were stabbed in the palm of the hand by an invisible sharp object, screaming for the wolf to escape.

Naturally, the shooter is not Square or Fiorette, but two followers who have always been with them, following them in a spiritualized fashion.

This is how relaxed you push the wheelchair and take Fiorette to your place.

“Turns out Mr. really lives in Bucharest. ”

That's what Fiorette said to the square.

“Although this matter was also reported at the time the uncle sent someone to investigate his whereabouts, the uncle has always considered this false information to be a cover-up. ”

The identity of the Lord God's space is that of a Chinese who has lived in the Romanian capital since childhood.

In other words, it is the general population born and raised in Romania.

Such information is naturally not convincing to Jugdomirenia.

Danik in particular, the chief of the clan, who has long regarded Fang Li as deeply unpredictable, doubts about Fang Li's ordinary origins and life are undoubtedly extremely strong.

That's kind of smart, isn't it?

Of course, Danik was right about the idea that the identity of the square was just the arrangement of the main god space, and I wasn't really born here.

But it is true that Bucharest has its own home.

Now, Fang Li and Fiore are ready to use it as a temporary stronghold before moving on.

“But is Assassin's lord and follower really here?” Pushing Fiorette forward, he asked Fiorette without a word, “You're not leaving already? ”

“Should still be here.” Fiorette was less careless than she was in the square, and if nothing else could be said about it in the street, she couldn't help but squeeze down her voice and say, “The loss of information from the people who came to pick up was just yesterday, and we didn't get any information about Assassin leaving. ”

“That kind of information is normal only if you don't get it, right?” He shrugged his shoulders and said: "The other side is an admirer of covert action. If a group of magicians sees through the action, it's better not to participate in the Grail War, or hide and hold your breath until the end. ”

“Exactly.” Fiorette couldn't help but say, "But now we have to act this way, and I hope Assassin is still here. ”

In other words, if Assassin is still here, the problem remains unresolved.

Why hasn't Assassin responded to Yugdomirenia's response?

Why did the person who came to pick you up lose their message?

What's wrong with Assassin?

Did the men of the Red Square do something?

“There are many questions that need to be clarified…”

Fiorette whispered.

Quiet face, somewhat tight.

“Why?” she asked with a smile. “Are you nervous? ”

“No...” Fiorette's subconscious denial, after seeing the smiling, non-smiling look in her face, suddenly smiled bitterly: “After all, this is the first time I have put my followers into action with me. ”

Perhaps, the next thing you know, you will encounter the enemy's lord.

Perhaps, next, the Battle of the Grail's Followers will begin in front of itself.

Fiorette is excited and uneasy about the higher-level mystery she has never been exposed to before.

Nervous, that's inevitable.

“It was surprising that Mr. Fong Li, who was clearly not a magician, did not feel nervous at all and even broke into the main camp of the Red Square with his followers alone.” Fiorette smiled at the other side and said, “I'm curious, sir, what has happened in the past? ”

“Better not.” Fong replied casually, saying: “I'm afraid your heart won't take it. ”

“To that extent?” Fioretten laughed.

That's when a pair of pedestrians passed by.

And there's this conversation coming.

“Homicide? Are you serious? ”

“Really, and not far ahead, the bodies have just been found and the police have sealed off the scene. ”

“Did you see that? ”

“Seeing a little bit, it was a tragic scene, and the heart of the body was dug out, and it was bloody, and I almost threw up. ”

“Wow, I don't even want to see it. ”

“Yeah, I was afraid I'd have nightmares at night. ”

This conversation stopped the footsteps in the square, and so did the Fiorette it pushed.

And the performance of the two, one squeezed his eyes, and the other gave a heavy expression.

“Mr. Fong Li...”

“I know.”

In a faint reply, even pushing Fiorette's wheelchair forward.

Almost at the same time, in an alley not far from the two, a figure came out.

Looking away from the square and Fiorette, the figure slightly hesitated, and then followed, as if to muster courage.

……

Soon after, Fong Li and Fiore arrived at the crime scene.

“Too bad...”

“That's right...”

In front of an alley, a group of pedestrians surrounded it, pointing to the inside of the alley and stealing whispers.

Two officers in police uniforms were stationed here and raised the line of alert, blocking the general population's approach.

When Fong and Fiorette arrived here, although there were many people, they peered into some of the scenes in the alley.

In an eye-catching alley, a corner has been completely dyed red.

Several bodies were leaning against the wall, covered with cloth, and some police officers were investigating there, with a very heavy face.

Standing here, Aunt Fiorette, not to mention, smells extremely familiar.

“What a bloody smell...”

There was no such thing as a thought.

“It's really disgusting to pick out a major attack that can cause a lot of bleeding. If you want to kill someone, just do it. ”

The serenity of the words accelerated Fiorette's heartbeat.

That kiss was like a killer who didn't take life as one thing.

When Fiorette came up with this idea, she spoke to him.

“What do you say? Want to go inside? Is that what Assassin did? ”