The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

Having finished the medicinal diet, I placed the bowl and the dinner plate on the bedside, and leaned over, "I have been trying to pinch it since last night. Let me have fun!"

The tip of Lancelot's ears seemed to be particularly sensitive, but the whole ear would shake unconsciously when his fingers touched gently.(Tianyin: People who don’t understand can tease cats or dogs, and their ears will shake after blowing air on them. It feels like that.)

"Excellent, can you stop playing?"

Probably I have played too hard. Lancelot put one hand on my waist to prevent me from falling, and one hand held my prank hand. His voice was full of helplessness, "You will make me feel strange if you do this. ..."

"Stingy, you can't play."

I curled my lips.

"Ears are not for playing... well!"

Ears shook fiercely, and Lancelot's body leaned back on the bedpost to prevent me from blowing into his ears, "You! Please stop playing! Can you?"

When he said the last sentence, his voice was obviously more dull.

"Uh... well."

I wanted to continue playing, but when I raised my head, I found that Lancelot's originally blue eyes seemed to flash with a strange light-I saw the light a few hours ago, and I still remember it. ——So I can only smirk and dare not to challenge someone's limit anymore.

"Really..."

After closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths, Lancelot opened his eyes again and looked at me, "So, do I need to provide the location of the Servant's lair now?"

"Not in a hurry for now."

I thought for a while and said, "Speaking of which, how did you meet Gilgamesh?"

"I came across it accidentally on the way back, and after a little talk, he did it first, and I was forced to fight."

Although Lancelot was quite an understatement, as long as I think of the golden hero’s character and arrogance, I think I can easily restore the hot scene at the time, "But this is a solution to one thing. . From now on, he should not conflict with us anymore."

"Uh...you won't be the one who won, right?"

Although I know that Lancelot's martial arts level can be described as "very enchanting", as long as I think of the golden hero that can be said to be an endless treasure projection, I feel creepy.

"Because he didn't use his biggest killer move, I nearly won half of it."

Lancelot smiled bitterly, "But I was struggling to win. If he didn't care about it and disdain to use his strongest treasure, I would never have any chance."

"It looks like we have to re-evaluate that guy's strength."

I don’t doubt whether Lancelot will exaggerate. If he really follows his statement, I think I can kick Altria out and find the golden hero to cooperate-anyway, it’s only temporarily. With this intention, formal cooperation has not yet been negotiated!

"If you talk about credibility, Archer's pride is definitely stronger than Wang. He will never do things like breaking his promises. But if you really choose him, there will be a trouble that is difficult to solve..."

As if guessing what I was thinking, Lancelot sighed softly.

"Huh? What?"

"Because of his pride, the difficulty of trying to get him to do his best is no less than the possibility of Sir Kay's words and words."

"...You just say that unless he is willing, it is impossible for him to do his best to help..."

I hold my forehead.

"..."

Lancelot simply gave me a acquiescence.

"Forget it, just make sure that he won't hold back once he cooperates."

After Lancelot's few explanations, I think I have probably figured out the character of the golden hero, "It seems necessary...Wow?! Little Maude?!"

The second half of what I wanted to say turned into a stupor when a little guy suddenly jumped between me and Lancelot.

"It just came in with me."

Lancelot smiled and let go of his hand and let me pick up the little lynx. "Mr. Yanfeng said that since he came back with us last night, it has been spinning around the door of our room and refused to let them approach."

"real or fake?"

I picked up the little Maude, and I looked at it with his blue eyes, "You little guy is quite smart. Judging from the color of your coat, your life should have been pretty good before... You won’t be thinking of me as you. The original owner, right?"

The response was that the little lynx blinked at me and then wrapped its tail directly around my wrist.

"If You like it, it doesn't matter if you keep it. I think he will agree."

"I do have this plan."

Sitting on the bed with my knees bent again, I hugged the little lynx and smiled, "Lance, come with me to Jiantong's house tonight."

"Because of Berserker?"

"Oh, yes……"

I nodded and said my plan, "You also know that I returned to the Throne of Heroic Spirits after the Trial of Fire, and I don’t know what happened after that. But now it looks like Xiao Mo De's life must be very difficult. I am very worried about him..."

"What can you confirm when you go to Matsumoto's house? Is it possible that you want to bring Mordred out?"

"In my memory, Maude is actually a very restrained and kind-hearted child. I can't imagine what happened to make him be summoned as a Berserker."

Slightly pursing my lower lip, I looked up at Lancelot again, "I want to confirm whether he is still sane-although I know this is unlikely..."

"What do you plan to do if you are sane?"

"I want to confirm his wish."

Following the fur of the very well-behaved little lynx at this moment, I whispered, "Lance, you know, the Servant who will respond to the Holy Grail War, except you and me, have a wish. If possible, I want to help. He fulfilled his wish."

"...You, can you answer me a question?"

Lancelot's voice made me raise my head, raised my eyebrows and looked at him with some doubts.

"What is Mordred to you?"

When I said this, Lancelot's eyes were obviously not meeting me, but... falling on the little lynx in my arms.

"Little Maude?"

Reminiscent of his words, I narrowed my eyes slightly, and my thoughts drifted back to the long ago.

There is a very quiet child. Although trying to be calm, his words and deeds are all nervously pulling my sleeves and asking me in a low voice: "Can you...be my mother?"

I don't know why he asked me such a question at that time, but I can feel the expectation in his words.

"For me, Mordred is like my child."