The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

Curled up on the throne, I hugged my knees and sighed slightly.

At least you let me know that I am not the only one left.

——You, what a real idiot!

Whatever you say.

He raised his head and looked at the dark sky.

So that's it.

Before the next call comes, just continue like this... wait for it...

Because of loneliness.

It is the eternal tone of the Throne of Heroic Spirits.

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I don't know how long it took, the speed of the gears in the space suddenly increased, and the closed door slowly opened.

Is it time to be called again?

Slowly got up from the throne, and then walked slowly towards the door.

After the door opened wide, there was a dazzling white man who couldn't see any sight. Even so, he still entered the door without hesitation.

A dazzling white light flashed, and after weaving the not too difficult law, I regained my entity.

The moment I just recovered my senses, I frowned with discomfort.

There is no other reason, it is entirely because of the pungent but familiar smell of blood in the air.

In the Arthurian dynasty, because of the sequelae of being the carrier of the "Holy Grail", among my five senses, only the sense of touch could still work normally, and the other four senses were more or less affected-auditory hallucinations of sound, hallucinations of red vision Vision, loss of taste, no sense of smell.

Now after returning to the Throne of Heroic Spirits, because the time and space there are equivalent to stillness, I didn’t care too much. I didn’t expect to be summoned again this time. After the negative state was cleared, I unexpectedly discovered that the sensitivity of the five senses had gone up to a higher level. It seems that it will take some time to adapt to this change.

Blinking my eyes, I looked around.

The enclosed room is surrounded by various symbols with obvious fresh blood-of course, the most important thing is the magic circle under my feet that is used to summon the Servant.

Will use blood to draw the summoning magic circle, is it a heretical magician?

Raising my eyebrows, I sighed my luck while looking towards the direction of magic power transmission that was obviously trying to connect the magic circuit in my body at the moment, and then couldn't help but sigh.

It was a young man wearing casual clothes decorated with a black panther image. Although he looked pretty good, there was an indisputable distortion in my eyes.

"I didn't expect to be a supernumerary magician. My luck is really..."

I really don't know if it's good or bad.

The relevant regulations regarding the "Holy Grail War" have been engraved into my mind while being woven by the law.

Originally, according to the requirements of the "Holy Grail War" in Fuyuki City, seven Servants were required.

But this is not to say that if a qualified person summons a Servant, he will obtain the qualification of the corresponding Master.Instead, the Holy Grail selects seven qualified people as Masters.

Strictly speaking, which heroic spirits can be summoned is determined by the "Holy Grail" itself.

The painstakingly held ceremonies of the magicians with Master qualifications are just hoping to summon the Servant they hope more accurately.

So no matter how clumsy the summoning circle is used, how ambiguous the spell is spoken, as long as the summoner himself has the qualifications recognized by the Holy Grail, he can achieve miracles...

And I, in this state, was summoned by a Master who had the qualifications of a "magician", or rather, was the awakened magic circuit in the body.

As for the distorted feeling... Maybe it should be because of the sequelae of the curse that was conceived in the "Holy Grail" during the Arthurian Dynasty?

My gaze slid away from the young man, and passed the shivering little boy who was bound in the corner of the room. I walked out of the summoning formation and went to the window of the room to look out.

Although I don't know why I, as a guardian, would be summoned as a Servant, in my memory, this should be the first time I have come to this land called "Fumu City".

But why...

why?I think this place... familiar?

Chapter One Participants

The previous paragraph of this chapter is quoted from "Fate/Zero", it can be regarded as an explanation to the Master who summoned the little squid (because he is a complete cannon fodder)

Having said that, if nothing else is to be said, in fact, the easiest thing in FZ is Yusheng Ryunosuke and Qingsu, which are quite "simple" Servant and Master in a sense-but the same, There is no denying their distortion.

It is because of this affirmation and distortion of death that the little squid infested by the Black Holy Grail can be summoned through the medium.

Of course, in a sense, it can also be considered that I borrowed the author's privileges to provide Xiao Squid with a free cash extractor.

Another: I will explain the special situation of the little squid later.

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——No one likes the feeling of being very familiar but can't remember anything.

--I am no exception.

Although he doesn't like bloody and violent movies, he feels that he can understand the necessity of that kind of entertainment.

Actually speaking, not only horror films, but war films, disaster films, and even simple adventure films and serials are the same. These fictional entertainment shows always take the trouble to describe the "death of mankind."

Perhaps it is precisely because the audience can peek into these fictitious "deaths" from a safe angle, so the fear of this phenomenon is weakened and reduced.

Human beings are always proud of their "wisdom" and are full of fear of the "unknown".

But no matter how terrifying the object is, as long as it has “experienced” and “understood” it, then this rational knowledge can be used to conquer terror.

But in the final analysis, there is only such a thing as "death"... which cannot be experienced by any means while alive, so it is impossible to truly understand it.

Therefore, human beings who have nothing to do can only rely on observing the death of others to try to understand the nature of death and carry out a simulated experience.

I don't know if it is fortunate or unfortunate. Today is a civilized society and the life of "human" is respected, so "death" can only be experienced by fiction and imagination.

However, in a war-torn place where people around me are blown away by bombs at any time when eating, no one should want to watch horror movies.

same.Whether it is physical pain or mental pressure, fictional entertainment can work for all misfortunes in life.If we need to take great risks to experience those things ourselves, then we rely on observing others to gain understanding, so as to overcome fear and eliminate that anxiety.

Therefore, the most popular movie screens and TV screens are full of tears of sorrow, sigh and sadness.

That's good, I can understand.