The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

Because this desire is too strong, all the "guilt" must be entrusted to one place (one person).

This...is the wish of the weak.

By responding to such a "pray", "it" saved a world.

There is no evil except "me".

There is no defect other than "I".

Only "I" is worth hating.

Only "I" is worth disgusting.

Through such acts, "it" saved the world and made people peaceful.

Therefore-"it" was not born as a saint who saves people and the world.

There is no praise, no respect, no praise.

Only spurned, only cursed, only contempt...

Even the name when he was a human was taken away, leaving only the title of "the way of being", which eventually became a concept passed down from generation to generation.

But... that kind of thing is nothing more than a piece of memory for "it" without even thinking about it.

Because up to now, all that, once everything has been baptized by years, can only be simply reflected back through the "dream" method.

How many years have passed since then?

Consciousness began to abrupt... Yes, it was about sixty years ago—for "it" it was almost a moment ago.

When it came to life, "it" was already in a place like a mother's warm placenta.

Sighing in the deepest part of the earth, infinite darkness.

The past was a place where the "eggs" of infinite possibilities were bred.

And one day, "it" like a seed entered and took root here-so from that day on, it became a dark abdominal cavity that gave birth to nothing, and literally became a place for nurturing "it" to maturity. **.

From then on, "it" slept lightly, and, like a baby nourished from the mother's placenta, it surely absorbed the magic power flowing from the land of the spiritual veins.

"It" is growing steadily while waiting for the opportunity to come.

Waiting for one day to leave this hot and deep darkness.

Waiting for the "birth" moment.

======================I am the dividing line to switch back to reality==================

It seems... through the dream, I have peeped into something extraordinary...

Hazy consciousness, vaguely thinking.

Then, it gradually began to become clear.

"Huh? Hmm...eh?!"

And when the consciousness formally awoke from the deep sleep, my body stiffened almost instantly.

Not because of anything else, but because of...

No matter who it is, when the search related memory is completely blank, they cannot accept that they are naked when they wake up early in the morning|Sleeping naked on a bed with someone else!

——Actually, I don’t think there is any need to be surprised... It's completely logical...

Naturally, you are!

"Ah...good morning, excellent."

I reacted almost at the moment when my body was tense. The hand that was half wrapped around my waist was folded and held me in my arms, Lancelot's voice, with the dullness that was characteristic of when I was just awake. The feeling rang in my ears.

The warm breath flicked in my ears, and the sensitive skin on the back of the neck shivered instantly.

"Lan, Lance?! This, this, this is..."

The touch on the skin of the back made people immediately ascertain the nakedness of himself and Lancelot at the moment. I believe that I must be silly both in expression and voice...

"Huh? You don't remember?"

Slightly letting go of my hand to make me look up and look up at him, Lancelot tilted his head, revealing a puzzled look, "About yesterday... well, should it be in the early hours of this morning?"

"If I remember, I won't ask like that."

I raised my head and rubbed the dizzy temples at the moment, and I sorted out my thoughts, "I know that my alcohol intake is not good, but I also control it! But if I get drunk to the point where I don’t remember, I drink There must be more than one glass of wine... but the problem is that I can't remember when I drank again after that..."

"You had another drink when you finished speaking at the end, remember?"

Probably after seeing my distressed look, Lancelot didn't know what was thinking, and slightly curled the corners of his lips to reveal a faint smile, "It was the glass of wine that made you directly drunk."

"Huh?! Isn't that fruit juice soaked in wine!"

The memory quickly returned to the basket, and I was shocked-I still remember the taste of the cup, because it was brought from Mordred on the side, and I was thirsty, so I drank it in one breath.

But it seems that the memory gap is what happened since then?

So is it really because of drinking that glass of things?

"That glass of stuff was a smorgasbord of Archer's wine, wine, and fruit drinks because Mordred felt bored. He originally prepared to drink it himself."

Lancelot explained with a smile, "Mordred can be regarded as the best of all of us, almost can be described as a thousand glasses of not drunk. He drank things that did not respond. You drank it completely. Exceeded."

"...I can't see it at all..."

Holding my forehead, I muttered, "Then how did I come back later? This is the church, right?"

"Ah... I took you back."

"Oh... uh?!"

Because Lancelot's answer was too ordinary, I unconsciously responded for a while before I realized what he meant, and exclaimed, "What?!"

"I took you back."

It seemed that I didn’t understand why I was so surprised. Lancelot looked at me and explained it seriously, “Although Miss Alice said that she can stay with her, but You’re not good at wine, so I can only Choose to refuse and bring you back to the church. Or do you say I am advocating?"

"..."

For a moment, I really had the illusion that the one in front of me was not Lancelot, but a large brown dog waiting to be reprimanded with drooping ears...