The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

Although according to normal regulations, the Master who has lost the Servant and the Servant who has lost the Master can choose to enter the church to seek asylum, but this regulation is actually very flawed.

For this reason, there is no stipulated time for entering the church.

Out of my own distrust of the church, I just used the ability Xiaobai gave me to summon some small animals to help me inquire about it, but didn't plan to enter the church immediately.

Of course, maybe this can be regarded as my villain's heart to save the gentleman's belly, but it's always right to be careful, isn't it?

Well, although I have to admit that I am so special now that I can wander around the city even without a Master, and I don't have to worry about the consumption of magic power. That's why I am so confident.

"Um...what should I do next?"

After Vivienne left, I was a little undecided while looking at the computer screen with my chin in a daze.

Although I know that as a Servant, it is urgent to understand the terrain and location of the entire Fuyuki City as soon as possible, and even the operating posture of the Holy Grail, but I don’t know why, a sense of inexplicable laziness makes me prefer to continue lying on the computer. Kill time on the side.

And I don't know what it was because of it. I always feel that the Holy Grail War faintly reveals a very wrong feeling-the ultimate goal of this war is by no means the so-called "all-purpose cauldron that can realize all wishes."

But I can’t tell where this kind of wrongness is, so the direct result is that my heart, which was originally upset because I couldn’t remember things about myself, became more restless.

It would be great if Lancelot was here.

I exhaled and poked the pudding in front of me depressed.

By Lancelot's side, no matter how bad the mood was, he could calm down easily.If he is there, maybe I can calm down and sort out this clumsy clumsy clue.

Hey, forget it.

Anyway, the Holy Grail War has not yet started, and the last of the 7 Servants has not been summoned, and everything is in no rush to complete.

If you analyze it from a normal theoretical point of view, the easiest of the remaining 6 Servants, no, or the weakest one should be Assassin-but the premise is that I can never know where and where to put this The guy who is best at concealment should be found first.

To complete the replacement, you must first obtain the consent of the other party's Master. Of course, it may be a good choice to kill the other party directly, but relatively speaking, it is easier to cooperate.

The premise is that the Master is not the type I hate dealing with, otherwise I really can’t imagine the related matters of cooperation-if the history of blood and tears of the Arthurian Dynasty wants me to experience it again, I would rather just wipe my neck and return to the Throne of Heroes. go with.

Even if you can hold on, you can see Lancelot again.

I can only force myself for the so-called "love" and eventually lose my persistence to "self". I will never do it.

Because after all, I'm just a selfish guy who cares about myself and is afraid of injury.(Tianyin: In fact, look at your experience in ancient Sumei. In the Arthurian dynasty, you were just a Virgin with a selfish skin. What kind of people did you say?)

Seeing that the sun has come out at this moment, I simply moved from inside the store to the outside, browsing the webpage boredly while basking in the warm sun.

When I was looking bored at the Internet novel, I suddenly felt something flying to me, so I raised my hand to catch it, and then embarrassed that it turned out to be a tennis ball.

Although this is the edge of the Civic Square, I would choose to play tennis here, which is really a bit...

"That fool over there, please throw the ball back!"

Just as I was watching the tennis ball, a childish voice came not far away, "Hey! It's you, that dumb guy! Still watching?!"

Idiot?Stupid?Me?

The first time I was judged this way, I couldn't turn around for a while. I could only watch a little girl jump and jump from the open space on the other side of the square to me, and then a man seemed to be smiling bitterly. Followed.

That was a little girl who looked like 5 or 6 years old, with short black hair. Although the facial lines were not finalized, she felt very clean and clean, with a very neutral temperament— —Of course, maybe this is also related to her being young and her facial features have not developed.

"Don't be so rude!"

The man who ran with the little girl hurriedly stopped the little girl who was about to continue talking because he saw me and did not respond, and then nodded to me and apologized, "Sorry, my daughter is ignorant."

"It doesn't matter, I don't care."

I smiled and shook my head to show that I didn't care, and then handed the ball to the man, "Here."

When I turned to the little girl again, I raised my eyebrows without a trace.

Why... to this child, there is such a familiar sense of deja vu?

"Hey! That's my ball!"

The little girl seemed to be a little unwilling to mutter, "It turned out to be for my dad again?! Why not give it to me?!"

"Ah, sorry."

So I immediately changed hands and handed the tennis ball to the little girl, "I made a mistake!"

"Forget it, my lord has a lot!"

The little girl took the ball, curled her lips, "forgive you."

"Xiaoyou!"

The man probably felt a little embarrassed, and hurriedly scolded, "Forgot what I told you before I came out?!"

"I'm not wrong again!"

The little girl bulged and said, "Obviously this idiot goose big sister got the wrong object! It is obviously my ball but I have to hand it to you dad! Daddy, your peach blossoms are too much!"

What is this to follow...

Although the man looks really handsome, and he feels very stable, the type of elite, but I am not cute...

Children nowadays, thinking is really precocious...

With a black line on my head, knowing that this kind of question is getting darker and darker, I sighed, and then changed the subject: "Are you also called'Yuu'? What a coincidence, me too!"

"Are you too? My name is Zhao You, Chinese, what about you?"

Probably because of the relationship of the same name, the little girl's attitude instantly became closer.

Zhao...you?

Why is there a strange feeling of familiarity and nostalgia just by reading this name?

"I am an orphan. My parents are unknown. If my name is used, I have been called'Amamiya Yu' all these years."

I stood up, stretched out, and looked at the little girl with a sigh of relief and smiled, "Is Zhao You? It's a good name."

"of course!"

The little girl nodded proudly, "We just moved to Japan and live in the front of the mountain town. How about you?"

"I just came back from the UK and I don't know much about the situation here."

I smiled and closed the laptop on the table, "I haven't decided whether I want to settle here, so I should stay in a hotel temporarily before making a decision."