The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

I typed the last character and ended my work. I closed the laptop and yawned.

"Ms. Lancer still cares about you, Amemiya?"

Lancelot chuckled, "Otherwise, I won't send you back last night."

"I think she was afraid that I would die too early and she would have less fun in teasing people..."

With a grunt, I made a grimace, and then frowned, "But... after all, the guardian Shiro is the Master, and King Arthur, who exists as Saber, is also there...Lancelot, you don’t seem to be able to go there easily. what……"

"Does Amemiya want me to go with me?"

"Well, it's more convenient if something goes wrong, isn't it?"

I supported my chin and nodded, "However, if the other Servant can pretend to be an ordinary person and fool around, it's just a pity that the other Servant is the King Arthur who is very familiar with Lance...Uh?!"

Because of the scene in front of my eyes, I opened my eyes with a bit of astonishment, and temporarily fell into a state of aphasia.

Over there, Lancelot, who had already stood up, shrunk his height in front of me after a faint silver light surrounded him—even his facial features had changed slightly.

"I think there should be no problems now, right?"

Lancelot's words with a smile made me regain my senses, so I could only shake my head and sigh: "It's amazing, except that the temperament hasn't changed, it looks like someone else. , Is this Lance your ability?"

Not only was the height shrunk from the original 1.9 meter to about 1.8 meter, the original brown and honey-colored straight short hair also became black, slightly curly hair, and even the color of the ice-colored eyes became With the deep sea blue, and the appearance of the facial features have been slightly adjusted, although it can still be called "handsome", but compared with the original real appearance, it is a big difference.

I felt that Lancelot's image was a bit familiar, and then I looked carefully and discovered that in his transformed facial features, there was a vague shadow of me.

"Well, it's an inherent skill. Although you can't emulate other heroic spirits without the aid of Lingshu, it's more than enough if you just pretend to be an ordinary person."

The eyes that had turned into sea blue were slightly narrowed, and the look on Lancelot's face at this moment was a little dazed and missed, "Speaking of which, the last time I used this ability, it was when..."

Although his voice is very small, judging from his expression... it should be when he was with Guinevere, right?

"OK, then just call you... Well, if the name is too troublesome, it's just'Lance'. The identity is simply that I am studying in a foreign country, and now I am a cousin who came back to visit relatives. Anyway, you are like me now. Looks a bit like."

I clapped my palms, and I am very satisfied with the identity that I thought of. "The dead woman will not expose it anyway. If you still have to meet in the future, it will explain why you are always by my side. Well, you can refer to it. Your opinion?"

"..."

Lancelot watched me crackling and said, I don't know why, there was a soft and heart-wrenching look on his face, but in the end he just said softly, "It's all arranged by Amamiya."

"Then that's it."

Seeing that Lancelot didn't seem to have any objections, I just finalized it.

==================== I am the dividing line of switching scenes ===================

When I knocked on Wei Gong's mansion, the person who opened the door made me startled for a moment: "How could it be you?"

"Why can't it be me? Don't you know that I live here?"

When he dialed his bangs, someone smiled happily, "I didn't expect you to be so conscious that you were planning to attack you at night tonight."

"There are three heroes sitting in the Liudong Temple. Even if you want to attack me at night, you must first ask if Sister Medea's magic defense system agrees?"

I rolled my eyes, took off my shoes and walked in, "Are you alone at home?"

"Well, the little girl from Tosaka's family was here in the morning. After Shirou woke up, he ran to church with Saber, but I guess he will be back in a while."

Someone glanced at Lancelot, who was following me, with a strange expression, "I said Lancelot, you look like..."

"From now on, he will be my foreign cousin, Granz."

I shrugged and walked directly into the corridor, "I am not ready to let others know that I am also a Master, can I?"

"Whatever you want, I don't bother to participate in this kind of low-level boring game anyway."

Someone followed me and led me into the living room. "It sounds like you have never been here... Do you need me to make tea for you?"

"Forget it... your craft seems to be only a little better than sister Medea..."

With a drop of sweat on the spot, I refused.

"If you don't mind..."

Lancelot, who was leaning at the door, suddenly said, "Can you tell me where the tea and related utensils are?"

"Ah... I almost forgot your Magnum Knight."

He patted his forehead, and someone smiled so horribly, "It's all in the kitchen, in the hot water bottle, please."

Lancelot smiled noncommittal, and when he entered the kitchen, he closed the sliding door.

"Speaking of which, I haven't asked you to settle the account yet!"

After hearing Lancelot's footsteps and leaving, I immediately rolled my eyes at someone, "I don't want to answer if I don't want to answer, do I need to knock me out? I almost can't get up in the morning."

"Can you let me go without knocking out?"

Without putting my white eyes and resentment in his eyes at all, someone had a ruffian expression on his face, "Come and bite me if you are not convinced!"

"..."

In the end, this meaningless conversation ended with an angry gesture of a middle finger to someone.

——After repeated battles and defeats, are you tired of challenging this guy?

Where am I?

——You obviously enjoy it, right?When arguing with someone...

It can be regarded as a kind of mood adjustment, otherwise, I will always think about some things and not, I will definitely decline before I get old.

——Actually, it’s not that I said, your mentality of passing by every day... originally looks a lot like the old Obasan.

Mouthful!Where does it look like!

——It's obviously like...

Convex =.=|||

"Okay, let's not talk about it. I have already understood what Medea means."

He clapped his hands and seemed to decide to shift the topic to formality. Someone took a deep breath and nodded, "So, what I want to know now is... what is your decision?"

"Ugh?"

I was taken aback by this inexplicable question.