The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

He raised his hand in the air again, but he couldn't let it go as he watched me earnestly.

I knew I was making trouble unreasonably, and I knew that Lancelot's choice was the best plan at the time.

But...but...

"hateful!"

Turning my head fiercely, I bitterly threw my fist on the bench beside me, "Damn it! Damn it! Bastard!"

I don't know who the person I am scolding is.

Lancelot?Lancer?Or... me?

All I know now is that the silly guy Lancer is alive or dead at the moment-and it's absolutely fierce, and the hand that is hammering on the stone bench is already painful and close to numbness.

"Amamiya..."

A warm breath surrounded him from behind, and the hand that was angrily hammering the chair was wrapped in a warm hand, "Please don't hurt yourself, can you?"

It's not too close, Lancelot just stood behind me, imaginary surrounding me-that is, I can feel the warmth in him, but there is no warm distance that I actually touched.

"!"

Because I felt Lancelot's approach, my body stiffened a bit, but also because he didn't move any further, I finally relaxed slowly.

I know that Lancelot will not hurt me, and I know that this is his gentleness.

But... if this goes on, it really won't work...

Knowing that this warmth does not actually belong to me, but always being treated so tenderly, I will still be addicted, or dependent into a habit.

When did it start?

Already, there is no way to refuse Lancelot's gentleness...

"Lancelot, I... not Guinevere..."

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and said slowly.

Even if it is similar, I am not Guinevere Leonde Galanz.

I am not her, not the wife of King Arthur who was drowned in the tampered historical truth, not the woman who made him feel guilty and sincerely admired.

Lancelot, can you please stop being so gentle to me?

Kirishu Eomiya died five years ago, and Sister Medea also returned to the Throne of Heroic Spirits. Now, I am afraid that even the super bastard Lancer is too bad...

People who are familiar and close have gradually left me, and now I can only grasp you.

Obviously, at the very beginning, I was completely accustomed to a person's life and loneliness.

But when did it start?

I began to realize that I was never a strong person, nor a person who would feel safe.

Although I have repeatedly told myself that even one person can grow up, but... until now, I know that only when a familiar person is where I can feel it, I can really play my role.

Yes, I am an existence who cannot live alone without relying on others.

Lancelot, your fate, it was clear from the beginning that it can only last for the time of a Holy Grail War.

My ability is not enough for you to stay in reality even after the Holy Grail War is over-so parting is destined.

I cannot resist your tenderness, but in the same way, if I get too close to you, I cannot be sure whether I can bear the days of losing you.

Never get it, or get it and then lose it.

It can't be said to be more cruel.

But what is certain is that if you are desperate from the beginning, you will not be more desperate no matter what.

"..."

Lancelot did not make a sound behind him, but after a moment of silence, the hand of the virtual ring beside me tightened suddenly, "Zai Xia never projected Guiwei's shadow on you, because it was for you. , At the same time it was rude to her. Thinking of you as her... this kind of thing has never happened."

I was stunned.

"Then you..." Why...

"Lancelot da Longsi, the real me has long since been obliterated in the passage of time. What appears in this world at this moment is the undead summoned by the power of the Holy Grail."

Lancelot whispered behind me, "The honor that I used to fight for has long been lost, and the rules tied to this body have long been broken by death. No matter what the reason, people who call me into this world , Who gave me a second-life person who can only be regarded as'false' by definition, but who really exists...has been determined from the beginning, isn't it?"

"..."

I am silent.

How would Lancelot know?He will be called into this world because I have the holy relic given to me by Lancer, and the help of Sister Medea is also in the process of calling.

Otherwise, with my kind of ability that can't be considered half-hearted but not much better, how could it be possible to summon the "most perfect" lake knight?

"Everyone has their own wish. Now, the king...In order to fulfill his wish to obtain the Holy Grail, Saber has given up the glory of being a king here. None of us can say that her choice was wrong."

Gently letting go, Lancelot turned to me and looked down at me, "Similarly, the king I swore to be loyal to is no longer there. Now I just... just want to do it. It's the duty of a guardian knight."

"Lance..."

He was conceived with a touch of sadness, but was so gentle that he seemed to be drowning in Cang Bing eyes. I opened my mouth, but I couldn't say anything.

Lancelot's meaning has been expressed quite clearly.

And I have clearly understood that even if I want to continue to pretend not to understand, pretend not to know, and deceive myself to say that everything has not changed from the original, I can't do it.

But, facing him like this, I should... and should...

Can you expect it?

Eimiya Kirito, Medea, Lancer...

The "forever" that I once thought has been shattered again and again by reality. I really don't know what it will be like if I lose control again this time.

Can you believe it?

This came to the front again, it seemed that as long as one stretched out his hand, he could reach happiness.

"Excellent, this time, I belong to your knight."

Kneeling in front of me, Lancelot raised his head and looked squarely, every word, the pronunciation of words was so clear.