The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

"Alright... Miss Lancer, don't tease Amamiya anymore."

It was the good old man Lancelot who helped me out again, and reached out his hand to pull someone off the bed politely, "You come here suddenly, is there any order from Miss Caster?"

"She wants me to come over to see if someone is awake. If she is awake, drink the medicine she made."

To Lancelot, someone really...cooperated to the point where it felt weird.

"So, what about the medicine?"

Lancelot tilted his head slightly and showed a smile that seemed to increase his brightness by fifty percent.

"Wait a minute, I'll get it right away!"

Someone's spirit body emerges through the wall on the spot, and the speed is so fast that it's a neat and tidy one.

A cold wind swished past.

"..."

Apart from being speechless... I can only be speechless...

What is this?

——A beautiful man.

Lancelot, I'm sorry... I want you to betray your hue...

——Obviously you almost drooled when you saw it!

No!I'm familiar with it, I'll sue you for slander, asshole!

"Miss Lancer shouldn't be malicious."

After taking a look at me, Lancelot whispered, "After Amamiya fainted due to pain, I met Miss Lancer halfway through the road. She really came here because she was worried about you."

"Got it."

I lazily shook my hand to show that I understood, but my thoughts focused on the dream I had just dreamed of.

Thanks to the jokes of a certain woman who just gagged, all sadness or dull emotions disappeared, leaving only doubts.

In the dream, the experience of "oneself" is vivid, and even the use of the eyes is similar-but in the dream, the use of the eyes is more frequent and more skilled.

However, it can be judged that the difference between the "self" and the current "self" is the first thing that can be determined...

Raising my hand and touching my left eye, I tried to control my urge to sigh.

In my dream, both eyes are magic eyes, not like my current self, which is a defective product with only one.

But at the same time, I was lucky, because at least, although my past can be called misfortune, it is much better than myself in my dream.

Gain and loss, gain and loss, gain and lose.

I have lost a magic eye, but in exchange for the current life, I am already very satisfied.

As an amateur alchemist, I know very well what the law of "equivalent exchange" is, so I won't complain about it anymore.

No matter how real the dream is, it has nothing to do with the current body and belongs to the "past life".

I don't want to use it or disdain to use it. I don't believe it. It's the hero of Alaya's side. My Knight Lancelot can beat the Servant of Tosaka's family with his strength.

——What if you can't win a beating?You don't know how abnormal that guy's ability is.

Just.so.so, talk about it then.If it doesn't work, just catch the little Toosaka girl as a threat. If you don't believe that guy won't take the bait.

--Uh……

what happened?

——Nothing, your shamelessness has risen again.

It's easy to talk about, at least it's a little thinner than you.

——Convex=.=|||

After making up my mind, the feeling of depression in my chest disappeared a lot. I raised my head to meet Lancelot's icy eyes. I smiled and when I was about to talk, the door was Pushing away again, someone came in with a bowl of medicine: "It's time to take the medicine. Medea specially ordered that no leftovers or secretly vomiting..."

"When I am as unethical as you?"

Rolling my eyes, I replied unceremoniously.

"What do you say? I never take this medicine."

Someone looked at me with a smile.

"Tsk, I forget that you are a dead person."

With the mentality of a martyr's broken wrist, I took the bowl of "good medicine" that was very strange purple, still gurgling with small bubbles and emitting a pungent smell.

Pinch your nose, close your eyes, and raise your head.

"evil……"

The world is quiet...

Chapter 12 Preparations

Well, let me explain the details.

Having said that, if you get along well with each other, Medea is pretty cute. Although it is due to her character, her experience is actually quite miserable...

Although Sister L has a very BH personality, Lancelot is the type she doesn't handle most well.

So little squid, little squid...If you want to overwhelm Sister L, you still have to work harder on your Servant!

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——Some people say that the government cannot be blamed for life.

-Sneer.

"Sister Medea! I strongly ask you to improve the taste of the potion!"

By the time I regained consciousness from the "five sense loss" caused by the impact of the medicine, it was already fifteen minutes later-so the first thing I did after regaining my mobility was to pass Lancelot. The mint you gave me rushed to Medea’s workshop with tears in tears, "Even if it’s for the sake of your family’s stomach, improving your craft is a top priority."

I’m sure if I drink like this again, it’s really going to die...