The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

"They don't mind it or not, but after all it is involved in the Holy Grail War, it is better to involve others less?"

Although this "other" can't be regarded as an ordinary person.

I took a sip of water from the cup that Lancelot handed, and I sat up from Lancelot's arms, "Sure enough, I still want Yanfeng Qili to speed up the search for a place to stay, or else I don’t care about anything Very troublesome."

After I came out of the church, I stopped evasive. I dragged Lancelot to Sister Ya's house and explained the strong relationship, and then borrowed her studio to make everything I need in one go.

Because Lancelot can't help much, I have to deal with everything by myself, and the whole person is highly concentrated, although after almost four or five hours of busy work, I finally finished all the relevant things. , But also completely exhausted.

After instructing Lancelot to pay attention to the battle outside, I lay down on the table and took a nap.

As for why my posture changed from lying on the table to lying on the only couch in the studio with Lancelot's legs as a pillow, I really don't need to think about it to be sure that it must be Lancelot.

Because... The person who can let me trust and allow me to be close during the rest period is just Lancelot alone.

"It doesn't matter where I live."

Lancelot said in a natural tone, "As long as I can be with You, I have no opinion."

"Is it the same even in hell?"

I couldn't help but glanced at him-this guy... really consciously he was talking about something?

"Where there is you, it will never be hell."

Cangbing eyes stared at me with a smile, and the tenderness conceived in them could make people drown in them.

"Tsk... I will say that some of these are not..."

I looked at Lancelot, every time I couldn't bear to look away. In a sense, I always compromised with him. Can it be regarded as a complete defeat?

"These words are not nonsense."

Lancelotla lifted my left hand and pressed it on his chest. Under his palm, I could feel the warm body temperature from his clothes and the steady and calm heartbeat, "I will never tell you Those who tell the lie, excellent."

"...Cut, it's a foul to do this..."

I muttered in a low voice, pressed the hand on Lancelot's heart slightly, and then raised my eyes to look at him, "Isn’t it a matter of course not to lie to me? If you dare to lie to me, I will definitely take Dig it out here."

"It's a pity, I think You will never have such an opportunity."

It seems that I don’t care about the power I put on my hands. Lancelot still has the kind of gentle and focused smile, "Because from the moment I chose to be the guardian, I was only pure, for you And live."

"... Now, Lance..."

Kneeling on his lap, I closed my eyes and lowered my head against his forehead, "I want to try to work for a future that the two of us are destined not to have. But that approach is likely to violate your usual guidelines. It might even make you hate me."

"You don't have to worry about my feelings...because I won't hate you anyway."

It was still the gentle voice, Lancelot's voice was a little low at the moment, "And the worst result we are facing now is that we continue to wait and watch on our respective heroic thrones. As heroic spirits, body As the guardian, the last thing we lack... is time... and I, have enough patience to wait."

"You have, but I don't!"

"Well, I understand. Because you are excellent... and I am just a stupid and incompetent person, so I can only wait."

Lancelot’s other hand lightly covered my cheek and rubbed it, "But I believe that if it is you, you will be able to find a way to meet again, right? Before I think of a way, I will always...wait forever."

"Lance, you... you really are a big fool..."

I looked at him again, glanced at his mouth, and finally moved the hand that was originally on his heart to hold his neck, kissed him gently, and murmured.

It is absolutely deceptive to say that there is no feeling, because I know that Lancelot has always been a serious character who does what he says.

It is because of this that I feel...I am actually not worthy of such an excellent and dazzling existence.

So instead of complaining, I feel that my tone at the moment is more like acting like a baby.

Only in front of Lancelot can I do this.

"Ahhh, because I am not smart. There are so many better than me in the secret of the lake. So I can only use the best method I can think of to work hard."

Lancelot looked at me with a smile, "It turns out that I did it right. Because you are by my side at this moment, not elsewhere."

"Yeah, so just follow me obediently."

I couldn't help but laughed, "If I really get lost, I will find you. But then again... shouldn't it be you who came to find me?"

Looking for owners should be the instinct of canine creatures?

——So who is raising whom?(Tianyin: Li Squid, you really pick the time.)

You shut up and watch your play!No one will treat you as dumb if you don't speak!

——Oh, okay, when my light bulb doesn’t exist.

Let's wait until you can own the entity and become a substantial "light bulb"!

——I suddenly discovered...You are actually quite poisonous.

I'm just getting black near the ink.

——Convex=.=|||

"This... probably because you understand that You will definitely find me."

Cang Bing's eyes curled up, Lancelot looked up at me, not knowing when the hand that had moved to the back of my head exerted a slight force, "Because I am excellent!"

"indeed……"

Following his strength, I bowed my head and kissed him again, "You, belong to me..."

and so……

Regardless of the final result, please keep this in mind.

Chapter 43 The Moonlight Night

About the goddess of the moon, Hecate, I will write it in Vivienne’s series of stories, because Vivienne has a Greek name called "Itana Vitus" (the cursed), and The gods are the existence that can be connected (that is to say, in the third volume, the little squid's complaint against Vivian really hit the red heart again).

Okay, so I'm really struggling now...Although there is an outline, the problem is that the plot is still runaway (the people who have deleted the runaway plot of Medea summoning the three-headed dog in hell silently drifted by).

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——The copper-colored moon has never been a good omen.

——But, as long as it's not against me, let it go!( Irresponsible)

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