The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

It's just... why do you dream about it?

While I was holding the quilt, a soft knock came from the door: "Amamiya, are you awake?"

"Lance? Come in."

I patted my face, I sighed and raised my eyebrows as I watched Lancelot who pushed in, "Should I say that you have a good grasp of time... You won't be restless, right? ?"

"I was originally a hero, and with sufficient magic power, theoretically, I don't need to rest."

Lancelot smiled and frowned slightly after looking at me. "But you don't seem to look good at Amamiya...have you not rested?"

"It's just a dream of the past."

After exhaling, I patted my face to lift my spirits, "I don't know why I dreamed of..."

"Is it something that makes Amamiya feel nostalgic?"

"Do you miss it? I don't even know if it is something to miss..."

I got up and got out of bed. I took the clothes Lancelot handed over and walked into the dressing room. "I don’t know why, but I dreamed of something I thought I had forgotten. It’s really strange. ."

Looking at the mirror in the dressing room, I probably understand why Lancelot would say that I look bad.

Maybe it was because of the exhaustion of some people, the bloody face was pale and scary at this moment, not to mention the faint cyan shadow under the eyes.

Of course, the continued supply of Lancelot's magical power to maintain substance is also one of the reasons.

However, compared to this point, I believe that the reasons for my lack of energy are the first two points.

After familiarizing myself with my hair, I patted my cheek hard to make myself look bloody, then put on my glasses and walked out again-outside, Lancelot had helped me make the bed.

I don't know why, there is a feeling that I feel familiar and nostalgic for in the entire Weigu mansion.

"Lance, when is it now?"

There is no clock in the guest room, which really makes me feel very uncomfortable. This shows how much Shiro Eimiya does not pay attention to timeliness. Clocks seem to be the most basic modern home furnishings, right?

"A little more than 4 in the morning. Don't you need to rest for a while?"

Lancelot took a look at me, then raised his hand to probe the temperature on my forehead, "Amamiya, your body temperature seems to be a little low, is it because I keep it real and make you consume too much?"

"Ah...Lance, you don't know that my body temperature is always low."

I shook my head lightly and denied his speculation. I blinked and joked, "Although Lance, your mana consumption is indeed relatively large, but my strength is not weak. This amount of mana expenditure is not for me. What's the matter, let alone, with Sister Medea as the backing, if it doesn't work, I can go back to Liudong Temple. Don't think about it, Lance."

Although after leaving the area of ​​Liudong Temple, the magic power supplied to Lancelot increased to one-half of my own magic power, but this did not exceed the upper limit that I could bear-after all. Once under the training of Medea and a certain dead woman, he maintained the full power output of the magic power for three days and was almost squeezed out of the painful experience.

"So..."

The expression in Cang Bing's eyes dimmed a little and then returned to the same level as before, but the hand resting on my forehead turned to pat the top of my head naturally, "In any case, please don't force yourself."

"..."

The temperature in Lancelot's palm is not high, but I don't know why it gives me a momentary trance.

In the vague and distant memory, it seems that someone has acted to me with such a natural attitude.

That is……

When others are afraid to avoid me, the only one who will approach me is Wei Gong.

"Amamiya?"

Probably having discovered my distraction, Lancelot called out my name in a low voice, awakening me from the memories.

"It's nothing, I just suddenly felt that although he looks very young on the outside, Lance just looks like my father..."

Just be around him to relax.

There was a feeling of peace of mind that was quite similar to that left in memory.

"..."

Lancelot's movements seemed to stiffen, and I secretly raised my eyes.

Uh, is it my illusion?

Why do you think Lancelot's face seems to turn black?

——It’s weird if it's not black, right?Sometimes you really hurt people...

Hey, when did I hurt someone!Don't talk nonsense.

——It’s because you are not conscious that the damage is great...Poor Lancelot...

Which language do you speak?For Mao, I can understand every word, but together I don’t understand!

——Mandarin, if you don’t understand it, then go to study your language!

Convex=.=||||

"Amamiya... Sometimes I really feel..."

With a sigh, Lancelot, who lowered his hand and took a step back, looked at me, his voice seemed to express a sense of helplessness, "You can really shock people."

"Uh?"

Did you understand it?

"Forget it."

Looking like he didn't want to talk more about this, Lancelot changed the subject, "It's still early, Amemiya, are you going to have morning training?"

"Do not."

I shook my head, "I can't sleep anymore. I'm going back to Liudong Temple to do something."

Lancelot’s words about my magic really reminded me that while the Holy Grail War is still in the dormant period, it would be better for me to use the spirit veins of Liudong Temple to make some "that stuff" Maybe.

"Ok."

Lancelot nodded, "Wang and Wei Gong came back at around 2 in the morning. They are resting at the moment. If you are careful, I can take you away without disturbing them."

"Then trouble you."

Why do you dream about things at that time?