The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

"It's totally different."

"It's just the relationship between use and being used. What's the difference?"

Quite sharp words made Eomiya Kiritugu become speechless in an instant: "Okay, I admit it. It is stupid to try to argue about you."

"Although I don't want to say it, but listen to your tone... are you shaking?"

Facing the incredible acumen of the man on the other end of the phone, Kirisu Uemiya could only breathe out a sigh of relief, like hypnotizing, "No, I didn't waver."

"Weigong, now that the path has been chosen, don't regret it."

"Of course I know this, and I don't intend to regret it."

"Then there is no problem?"

That's because you don't know what kind of choice you are facing.

Kirishu smiled bitterly on the phone.

From the time he first met, he knew the character of the man on the phone—very much in line with the moderation of Chinese Confucianism. If such a person participates in such a Holy Grail war, what kind of choice he will make is really very important Easy to predict.

Therefore, he would never understand his suffering.

Because for that man, his family talent is everything in this world.

If it was for his family, Eimiya Kirisu had no doubt that the man would be an enemy of the whole world without hesitation if necessary.

However, the choice made by the man who had just spoken to him was different, and Eimiya Kiritugu wanted to save the world.

To save the world, one person must be sacrificed.

His wife, Alice Phil, was the sacrifice for his ideals.

In order to eliminate the ruthlessness of the world, but willing to become more ruthless...

The man who still loved others was finally punished the most.

He loves her more than anyone in the world-even if the world perishes, he will protect her.

But he also understood that if the justice he firmly believed in required the sacrifice of this pure life-what kind of decision he, the man named Kirishu Eomiya, would make.(Tianyin: From a certain point of view, Kiritugu Eomiya and Saber are unexpectedly in line with certain choices.)

But for his justice, just as the man just said-he will never regret his choice.

Interval·Man for Justice·End

Chapter 21 Meet Again

The titles of those books were really black lines after I wrote them out-because they really didn't have any sense of contradiction.

So... Regarding the little orchid and the little squid, there are so many complaints that there is a feeling of incomprehension.

Silently turned his head.

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——Tread through the iron shoes and find nowhere to find it. It takes no effort to get it.

——A moment like this..

"Yeah yah yah, it seems to have heard something amazing."

After squeezing some cake crumbs from the table and feeding it to the gray pigeon that stopped on my arm and called "cuckoo", I raised my hand to let it fly into the sky again, "This time the Holy Grail War, from a certain In this sense, it's really messy."

"What's new?"

Lancelot on the side was not surprised, and continued to read the book in his hand calmly.

"Originally I thought it was just my own guess, but now it seems to be true...".

Basking in the warm afternoon sun, I half-squinted my eyes and leaned on my seat. "There are legacy heroes in this world. Although it is certain that if you want to stay, you must pay the corresponding price, but at least it is now It can be fulfilled."

"Legacy Heroes?".

Lancelot blinked and then reacted, "Is the final winner of the previous Holy Grail wars? It's impossible..."

"Whether it is the winner is not certain, but it is certain that it is a participant in the Holy Grail War."

I shrugged and snapped my fingers to greet the waiter who had been waiting for a long time and had almost fallen off his eyes and stuck to Lancelot's body again with dessert and refills, "By the way, what is Lance reading? Look so seriously."

On the premise that my laptop is placed in the church, reading a book is a pretty good pastime.However, when I was in the bookstore, Lancelot and I chose books separately, and he was responsible for the checkout.So I don’t know what books he bought.

"Just bought it casually."

Lancelot handed me the book in his hand very directly. I took a few books and couldn't help but read the black line: "The Complete Collection of Home Cooking Skills"? "1001 Kinds of Compilation Fancy"? "Build your own aerial plant garden"?"

——Why are these books whose names are so embarrassing when viewed by Lancelot without any sense of contradiction?

Don't ask me, I also want to know...

——Although it’s not that I don’t know the essence of Lancelot’s housekeeper, it seems so subtle now...

Empathy=.=|||

"What's wrong?"

Probably because I looked a little strange, Lancelot tilted his head slightly, with doubts in his eyes.

"No... it's nothing, but I think too much."

Recalling my selection of "Edogawa Ranbu Works Collection", "3000 Cases of Programming", "Historical Hero Biography" (including Northern Europe, Greece, Middle East, Asia, South America).......

Apart from silence, I can't seem to find a better way to cope.

——Under normal circumstances, the books you two read are more in line with common sense unless you turn it around?.

I think so too...but the problem is that I can't read those books.

——What kind of pot goes with what lid... You and Lancelot are really amazing..

thank you..

——I'm not complimenting you to lift the table!Convex=.=|||.

Ignoring the book that seemed to have been read by Lancelot and I, I turned my eyes back to the blank notebook I was holding.