The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

"Except for Miss Jian Tong who is still resting in the room, all of them have gone out to watch the night."

After a slight pause, Lancelot said again, "Actually, I have already talked to Wang in detail. I disclosed part of your plan without your permission, sorry."

"This kind of trivial matter is irrelevant, and I don't think there is anything to hide anyway."

Shaking my head, I opened my eyes again and looked at him, "Don't you ask?"

"It's like Amamiya wouldn't ask what I said to the king."

Lancelot looked at me with a smile on his lips, "If Amamiya wants to tell me, he will naturally say it. Why bother."

"Really... This is foul..."

When he said that, I felt that at this moment, no matter what I said, I would look more than enough.

So at the end of the end, I could only give a wry smile and stopped talking.

It can be felt that even though the time spent together is not long, Lancelot has sincere trust in me-and it is the kind of unconditional that still makes me feel incredible and incomprehensible even if it looks now trust.

Although it's not that I don't trust Lancelot, but after all, that kind of trust is limited with the time spent together, and it has gradually increased to the present level.

At this moment, against the background of what the woman Lancer did, it would be a lie to say that there was no feeling.

It can be said that there are very few people in this world who can truly trust.

Once Eomiya Keishu was one of them, but the dead Medea was another one, Liudong Yicheng was one, and the woman Lancer was one. Now Lancelot can be regarded as an existence I trust.

I originally thought that as long as this was done, injuries could be avoided.But I never thought that the injury would be worse.

Regarding Kiritsugu Eomiya, who didn't fulfill his promise to pick me up and leave with me ten years ago, although he said he didn't care, in fact, I think I hate him.

But now that the mystery is revealed, the person I hated for ten years is very innocent, and it is the person I trust that caused this result.

Can't say which one, the injury is deeper.

Now in this world, how much can I trust?

No solution.

"Is Amamiya thinking about Miss Lancer?"

After a long silence—perhaps not long, but I think it's been a long time—after that, Lancelot suddenly whispered.

"……I do not know……"

What I had just thought about was indeed related to the woman Lancer, but it was not entirely about her.

So in the end, can only give such a specious answer.

However, Lancelot did not ask any more, just gently rubbed my temples: "I think Amamiya's best time is to find a time and have a good talk with Miss Lancer..."

"Me and her? There's nothing to talk about."

With a snort almost subconsciously, I turned my head slightly to avoid Lancelot's sight.

"Amamiya..."

Lancelot suddenly used a bit of strength in his hand to make my head straight, meet his eyes, and said with a serious look, "Sometimes, a momentary breath will only make people miss very important things. You'd better find time to chat with Miss Lancer."

"...I said that I have nothing to discuss with her!"

As long as I thought that it was the woman Lancer that caused everything now, I felt a feeling of tightness in my chest, so I sat up while I had recovered a little strength.

"knock!"

A slightly dull voice.

"Well!"

"pain……"

I covered my forehead and fell back on Lancelot's body-I was too anxious when I just got up, but my forehead just hit Lancelot's chin...

Leaning back in Lancelot's arms, I clutched my forehead. It was obviously not very painful, and this level of pain was nothing compared to the injuries I received during training, but...

My vision began to blur.

"Does it hurt?"

After hesitating for a while, Lancelot slowly raised his hand, covering my hand on my forehead.

His hands are as warm as usual.

"...Yes...it hurts..."

I choked for a while, then closed my eyes and let the liquid accumulated in my eye sockets vent out, "...the pain is so painful that my tears come down."

"Well, sorry..."

With the warm palm down, covering my eyes, Lancelot raised his other hand and encircled me in his arms, and whispered in my ear, "Sorry... made you cry ."

Really...Lancelot, you definitely want me to keep crying on purpose, right??

Being treated like this is the reason why I can't stop my tears at the moment-I know I'm abusing Lancelot's gentleness, and I know it must be dangerous to continue like this...

But at this moment, there was suddenly a good idea to be treated gently by him.

I knew that this idea was dangerous, but I didn't want to change it at all.

I think I might really have something wrong.

The tears couldn't stop, overflowed Lancelot's palm, and then slid down my cheeks, dripping on my body, bringing up a small mass of chilliness.

"……do not look at me……"

Taking a deep breath, I quickly turned around and buried my face in Lancelot's shoulder, "Let me stay like this for a while."

He has definitely decided not to pay attention to the woman Lancer, right?

But why... the feeling of emptiness in the chest, as if something had been dug away, was uncomfortable.

——Because she is Lancer, that's why it is not?

Are you kidding me?That guy who hid so many things...

——Because you trusted her, but she did so many things without telling you, and suddenly knew...was hesitant, right?

Enough, stop talking!