The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

Fate Comes Night: The Choice Chapter 376

"Sorry... you always want you to worry about me."

Lancelot, who had obviously wanted to understand, looked away.

"That's because you are Lance. No one else is qualified to want me to worry about this."

Knowing that someone is stubborn again, I reluctantly grabbed my chin-Lancelot is good at everything, but I still can’t let go of the thing that “killed” me at the time, even though I was already I worked hard to enlighten him, but obviously he still needs to figure out this kind of thing to let him go...

Hey, trouble, trouble...

——By the way, if you can figure it out so easily, then he is not Lancelot.

Indeed...

"Speaking of which, that Yanfeng Qili...what does Lancelot think?"

With a sigh, I can only try to change the subject.

"Mr. Yanfeng?"

It seems that I don’t want to talk about the topic just now. Lancelot followed my words and said, “Although his purpose is very clear, how should I put it... I always feel that his words and deeds are clear. A feeling of uncertainty. What does You think?"

How should I put it...Lancelot is really keen in this respect...

"That guy Yanfeng, to put it bluntly, is a hypocrite, but he hasn't noticed it yet."

Shrugging, I gave that guy a definition.

"A hypocrite?"

Lancelot raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah, don't look at how pious he is now, but you can tell from what he didn't refute me. Once he recognizes what he is after, then he immediately betrays his previous beliefs. Very normal thing. Completely egoist."

Looking up to the sky, I exhaled, "When dealing with people like Yanfeng Kirei, you must be prepared to be stabbed from the back... But compared to other people, he knows his own After the purpose does not conflict with himself, it is also an existence that can be assured of cooperation-at least it is more reliable than others..."

Chapter Twenty Two

So most of the content in this chapter comes from Fate/Zero, but some changes have been made in the last part.

Sister L’s family mentioned the itinerary in advance, and there are still quite a few scenes later. After all, according to my original setting, the Lancelot line is the official plot line, so many Samasra articles did not mention or write in detail. Things will be specifically mentioned in the Choice article.

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[How about the child?

[Don't worry, I'm sleeping.

[Can I hug her?

[Several nurses who have been feeding for several days cried when they touched her.After being hugged, it was the first time to be quiet-because the person holding her was a gentle person, the child understands.

……

[It's great to be able to give birth to this child.Even in the future, this child will live as a fake person.It may be hard, and it may curse the fact that my impersonator mother gave birth to her, but I am still very happy now.I love this child and am proud of her.

[Ellie, I...I, one day, I will kill you.

I know.Of course, this is also Einzbern’s long-cherished wish, and I exist for this.

……

[I understand your ideals, and have the same desires as you in my heart, and it is because of this that I come with you.This road is exactly what you brought me over, and it was you who made me no longer have to live like a puppet.So, you don’t need to mourn for me, I have become a part of you.So, you only need to endure the pain of the missing part of the body.

[...Then, what about this kid?I...not qualified to hold this child.

[Don’t forget, create a world where no one needs to cry like you anymore. Isn’t this the ideal in your dream?In another eight years... your battle will end in another eight years.Our wish will come true, and the Holy Grail will surely save you.

...Ellie...

[After that, you must come back and hug this child, hug Eliya Sophie-as upright as an ordinary father.

There is such a person.

His dream is so simple-sincerely hope that everyone in this world will be happy, that's all.

This is the naive ideal that every teenager had in his heart, but gradually gave up after understanding the cruel reality.

Happiness comes at the expense of sacrifice-every child learns to use this truth to justify himself when he grows up.

But he is different.

Or he is more stupid than anyone else, or there is something wrong with his head, or maybe he is born with the kind of destiny that is not understood by mortals and is called a "sage."

When he realized that all lives in this world were placed on both ends of the scale of sacrifice or relief...

When he knew that there was absolutely no tray on this balance that would be emptied...

From that day on, he determined to become a measurer of this balance.

Because if you want to reduce the lament in this world more and more accurately, then there is no other way.

In order to save the side with even one more person, you must abandon the other side with even one less person-in order for the majority to survive, and to exterminate the few.

This is the path that this person chose.

Therefore, the more he saves people, the more sophisticated his killing technique.

Many times, his hands were stained with blood, but he never felt timid about it.

Unscrupulously, regardless of right and wrong, only demanding that oneself become the most accurate balance-so that oneself will never count the number of lives wrong.

Life has no distinction between high and low, no distinction between old and young, "one" is its only unit.

He saves people indiscriminately, and kills people indiscriminately.

However, when a person treats everyone fairly and impartially, it is equivalent to that he can no longer fall in love with anyone.

It would be okay if he could remember this principle in his heart earlier.

If the young heart is frozen, necrotic, and turned into a bloodless and tearless measuring instrument, then he only needs to continue to indifferently distinguish the living from the dead, and spend his whole life indifferently, without suffering.

However, he is not such a person.

The happy smiles of others filled him with joy.

The sound of other people's crying touched his heartstrings.