Illimitable Until Death

Bucharest, square footage.

By this time, a line of people had moved here.

In the lobby, Genray and Caron have materialized, staying behind Fong Li and Fiore, respectively.

The square stands in the corner.

Fiorette stared at the teenager in front of her and looked pretty bad.

“Hmm...”

In front of Fiorette, the teenager sat on the ground, avoiding Fiorette's gaze, scratching his head, looking like he didn't know what to do.

It was a * * * * * * teenager, aged around 17 or 8.

The teenager had some freckles on his face and seemed a little childish.

On his body, he wore a white top embroidered with gold leaves and black trousers.

That's the uniform of the Ugdomirenia.

Fiorette was wearing the same uniform, except black pants were changed to black skirts.

By the way, the square is wearing the same uniform.

This is an artificially prepared change of laundry, which was used by hand in the square.

Now, the teenager in front of him is measured.

Fiorette still sits in a wheelchair and looks at the teenager who is paralyzed in front of her and opens her face extremely seriously.

“Why are you here? Coles-Forvirgi-Jugdomireña! ”

Coles-Forvirgi-Jugdomirenia.

He is a magician of the Eugdomirenia clan and the biological brother of Fioret.

Compared to a good sister, Coles was born as an accessory to a very good qualified sister.

His role was to inherit Fiore's magic imprint and become the heir to the family once something happened to Fiore and he died unexpectedly.

However, Coles' qualifications are quite mediocre, and although he has studied magic, his level as a magician is nothing more than third-rate.

During the week, Coles was the sister responsible for caring for the lack of common sense other than magic, and had always been with Fiore.

And this brother, who also showed holy marks, was the lord of Berserker of the Black Camp, but unfortunately the seat was taken from him.

In other words, Coles was nothing more than an insignificant bystander in the Holy Grail.

“I thought I told you not to intervene in the battlefield of the Great Grail? ”

Fiorette looks more apathetic than angry.

“You are no longer the king, and there are no followers beside you. Why are you still here? ”

In the face of Fiorette's questioning, Coles could only act in silence and correctness.

Half a buzz later, Coles gave up his sighing and looked at Fiore.

No fear on his face.

The eyes are also very straightforward.

In this case, Coles answered his sister's question.

“Indeed, I am not a lord and did not take part in the Great Grail War.” Cohless unexpectedly and calmly said to Fiorette: "But even if I am not the king, I have the task of supporting you. This is the responsibility of the family, and it has nothing to do with whether or not I am the king. ”

“You're a cunning argument.” Fiore unexpectedly showed a merciless side, saying to Coles: “Since you are not the king, you have no followers, and the level of magic is very low, even in normal times, but you cannot support me at all on such occasions as the Great Grail War. ”

“Is that true?” Coles is also reluctant to show weak rebuttal: “I can't really give any support in battle, but the rest is different. My sister was born for magic, but she has no common sense of the ordinary world. I taught you to use her cell phone, and it took so much work to learn it. In that case, how could you let such an ignorant young lady run away? ”

“No... not so exaggerated!” Fiorette's serious expression suddenly became a little confused, staring at Coles and saying, "Aren't you going to admit it wrong? Coles! ”

“Neither does it.” Coles sighed again, don't look over, "he replied.“ I was wrong. I'll reflect. ”

This statement is obviously somewhat offensive.

Coles definitely didn't think he was doing something wrong, did he?

However, in order not to allow the quarrel to continue, and to give his sister a step down, Coles chose to compromise.

This teenager, unexpectedly clear, very sensible, is much more reliable than Fiorette, who is not familiar with the world.

Look at this teenager, thinking silently in his heart.

(This man is better suited to be a magician than Fiorette.

It's not about qualifications, it's about fitness.

Compared to some naive Fiorette, Coles, if he inherited the family, he should be able to run well, even if he can't walk too far down the magic road.

But the square still wants to say.

“After all, you're only here because you're worried something's gonna happen to your sister, right? ”

Ruthlessly uncovering what Coles thought.

“No... that's not it! ”

This time, it was Coles' turn to panic.

“You... you don't trust your sister so much...! ”

Fiorette's really pissed.

Looking at Fiorette seemed to have something else to say, Coles was a smart shift.

“By the way, are you Berserker's lord? ”

Coles looked into the square.

In sight, full of scrutiny.

Faced with Coles' direct gaze, he smiled indifferently and said, “Why? Do you want to complain about me taking your royal title? ”

“No, I was not very interested in the Holy Grail War, and when the holy marks appeared, I took part with reluctance. I was fortunate that someone took my place.” Coles looked at the square and said, "But aren't you really a magician? ”

Coles is definitely more acute than Fiore.

For the depth of the square, Coles didn't notice anything.

Instead, intuition tells Coles that the so-called average person in front of him is not easy.

That's nature, too.

In the face of a cruel magical world, the man's performance reality is too indifferent and calm.

Can a man who is not a magician be so naturally integrated into this cruel world?

Coles expressed doubts about that.

But she laughed.

It was a long laugh.

“In the face of a mysterious and cruel world that has not been touched before, is it difficult for ordinary people to integrate? ”

That's how the square opens up.

“Not necessarily? ”

Yes, it is.

That's not necessarily true.

“Perhaps in this Holy Grail war, there are ordinary people involved in accidents who can fit in more perfectly. ”

The deep smile and words in the square made DeFiorette and Coles look alike.

Only the source of light and karon, seemingly perceived what, if any, came to mind.

“Anyway, let's get to work. ”

One such sentence was thrown in the square.

“Next is a bit busy. ”