The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

However, because she did not look up.

Therefore, Makiri Sakura, whose sight was blocked by her hanging hair, did not see.

In the mirror, his face with a crooked smile.

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The guests who came to visit have already left.

The boy who had lost his left arm, after transplanting the left arm left by the red knight, unexpectedly did not have any rejection reaction-as if the two were completely one.

The silver armor knight has been holding the comatose girl in a protective posture, and even in the coma, the girl seems to be quite uneasy because of something, her brows have been tightly locked.

Einzbern's man-made Holy Grail, determined to go home with the young man, and with him was the heir of the Tosaka family who had lost his red knight.

After all the people left, the chapel returned to its original tranquility. Only Yanfeng looked up at the icon in the prayer hall.

"Let the Holy Grail that is about to be obtained just escape like this, okay?"

A voice came from behind him.

From the confessional inside the church, a young man with blonde hair and red eyes walked out with a completely happy look.

"It doesn't matter, because I didn't have attachments from the beginning."

When asked by the youth, the priest whispered, "If the Holy Grail chooses to follow them, it doesn't matter if you don't have to stop it."

"That's right, anyway, you twisted pervert has no desire."

In the middle of the journey, Lancer, a female heroic spirit who has been in a spiritualized state since leaving the forest-the abdominal wound that was originally penetrated by another Lancer's treasure, is now in the church's spiritual veins. Most of it has been restored.

But even so, her expression is still not very good, and the only thing that is not inferior is probably her poisonous tongue.

"Yes."

Regarding the irony of the female heroic spirits, the priest did not feel uncomfortable at all. "I didn't have a wish myself, so it would be unreasonable to keep the Holy Grail forcibly."

"Speaking of which, you are embarrassed this time, woman."

The blond young man leaned back against the church wall with his arms around his chest, condescendingly and squinted at the female heroic spirit who was already sitting on the prayer seat, "I will be injured by that kind of mongrel who has lost his self-consciousness and can only instinct. It makes this king very dissatisfied."

"You are dissatisfied and dissatisfied, you have a dime relationship with me, you Tsundere King!"

The female hero rolled her eyes, "Even if you lose your self-awareness, Setant is Setant. If he wants to die, he can only kill me. Don't you guys intervene to hear?"

"Is this your rare conscience discovery?"

The young man raised his eyebrows, "Speaking of which, since Lancer was summoned this time, I feel that your attitude towards him is very strange and has something to do with your past?"

"Tsk, don't you give me a keen eye on such unimportant things."

When the young man was obviously "watching a good show" question, the female hero rushed back unceremoniously, "The things between me and the guy Setant are my own private affairs, if Jin Shining, you bastard, are free enough It’s better to find the "thing" to gossip about these things. After all, the fellow Saber still seems to have self-consciousness."

"It will be eroded by fakes, so Wang Bai has some expectations for her."

The young man waved his hand with a lack of interest, and then turned to the priest who was still gazing at the icon, "If there is no wish, why do you want to become a Master and participate in this muddy water?"

The priest seemed to be pulled back from his thoughts by this question, and nodded with a self-deprecating smile: "I don't need the Holy Grail. I just care about the inside. Whether it's the pursuit of the Holy Grail ten years ago, Or what kind of existence the Holy Grail is. No matter what it is, as long as it is about to be born, it should be blessed...because this is my job."

"Huh. Even if you don't care about what is born?"

The female hero snorted lightly.

"Of course. Even during the last Holy Grail War, I didn't care about the Holy Grail or its internals. At that time, I was only unhappy with the man who was the opposite of mine."

The priest answered in this way, "I don't need a wish machine. You two are the same, right? Whether it is your purpose or mine, it is not actually your own wish."

After a slight pause, the priest said again, “It’s just that it’s more pleasant to be just like this. It can only be called the pursuit of happiness. This kind of thing is the same as eating. The wish is to be fulfilled by yourself. Therefore, it is impossible to realize your own wish. To save humanity."

"Although it is not the first time to confirm, but you are really the type of abused physique."

The young man snorted, turned noncommittal and walked towards the inside of the church, "This king is too lazy to care about such meaningless things."

"Forget it, I don't bother to care about you two perverts who are distorted and unhealthy in watching special dramas."

The female hero rolled her eyes and got up from her seat, "I'm going out. Xiaoyou is really getting worse and worse."

"The answer is near...Suppose, this question will be blasphemous..."

Without paying attention to the departure of the female heroes and the youth, the priest looked up at the icon without a smile.

"so what?"

Like an angel falling to the ground and unable to return to heaven, cursed eyes, through the icon above his head, projected into the unknown void.

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Ma Tong Ying was dreaming.

Dreaming of the dream of an incubator.

Red egg shell.

Black yolk.

A chaotic warm placenta.

From the beginning, it had nothing to do with words like "love".

While not allowed to give birth, he was nurtured and melted into life.

There is no memory of abortion.

In a hurry, stop and go.

Shaky, empty-headed.

Aimless, absent-minded.

Shaking, shaking.

The weakly swinging hands and feet are like paper balloons filled with water.

Spinning around.

noisily.noisily.noisily.

There are noisy "things" all around.