The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

I raised my hand and raised it as a greeting.

Mordred, who had already taken off his helmet, nodded at me, then looked around and raised his eyebrows.

His meaning is probably translated as "Do you want to speak here?"

I pushed against the wall and turned over to Mordred's side. I smiled: "It is true, this is not a good place to talk, but you can't be too far away from your Master. How about accompany me to the park in front?"

Mordred nodded, and stood obediently behind me about fifty centimeters away—just like in the Arthurian dynasty.

"How is your Master?"

Standing on the edge of the concrete platform in Daqiao Park, I turned up the railing and sat on it, staring at the dark sea surface quietly, and then spoke.

"...Will...very strong, but weak..."

Standing by my side, Mordred whispered, "But thank you."

"This is nothing to thank, and to put it bluntly, so that your Master can have a stable and peaceful sleep is also for me to find you out."

Turning my head, I blinked at Mordred, "Or, it's almost the same to let you die."

Mordred didn't speak, but quietly stared at me in the blue eyes, with a ribbon of firmness with a faint smile.

"To be honest, my purpose was already very clear at the banquet that day. It was to make use of the channel opened when the Holy Grail came to make the stone of the sage, although the thing was made with the creatures of the entire Winterwood City. It can be made if it is refined, but I guess if it is really done, Lance will never forgive me-even if my ultimate goal is for me and him."

Although the camp has changed, Lancelot’s most basic concept of good and evil has not changed-this is also in line with the knight’s recognition of a rib, so I am studying the data of the sage stone that Vivian gave me After that, the first thing I denied was this method.

Lancelot has sacrificed too much for me and changed too much.So I have to respect some of his ideas, right?

I never think that feelings can only be a unilateral contribution from one party. To understand that mutual compromise is the top priority to maintain a stable foundation for two people's emotions-no one is the most suitable from the beginning, without touching each other's bottom line Under the premise of changing each other, the two will become the most suitable one for each other.

Mordred did not speak, and seemed to be waiting for the following.

"I don't know how to say... Tsk!"

After hesitating for a while, I grabbed my hair and exhaled a little irritably, "I don’t want to lie to you, let’s be honest, the coming of the Holy Grail requires the soul of the hero, but if you count Altria and other In the words of a legacy hero, the only heroes who fill the Holy Grail are Black Dragon Projection, Medea and Dimrdor. You have seen the strength of Archer in this Holy Grail War. I really don’t have the confidence to be injured. The premise of solving him, I..."

The so-called "everything is difficult at the beginning", although some things are always difficult to talk about when they are entangled in the heart, but once they really speak, they are much easier to learn.

However, my words were not completely finished, and Mordred's index finger on my lips was stopped.

"Needless to say, sorry....no...necessary."

Mordred, who was looking at me at the moment, had an unexpectedly complex and soft expression.

"But this is what I owe you."

With a sigh, I looked away and said in a low voice, "I brought you into Camelot, but I never really helped you. You paid so much for my empty promise. But now I have to..."

"...For... me, as long as..."

Mordred whispered, "As long as...can help you...I am...satisfied...and, Saber...ben, want to...a battle..."

"So, what about your own thoughts?"

I couldn’t help but look up at him, “Don’t tell me, the last rebellion of the Arthurian dynasty came from your own thoughts. You really have no idea about this kind of life that is manipulated and you can’t choose. Huh?"

After a slight silence, a soft smile appeared on Mordred's face: "...you...will, worry about...me, thoughts, this...just...different..."

"But the essence is exactly the same, isn't it? They are all using you..."

I don’t know why I became so excited—perhaps because of the relationship stimulated by Mordred’s total sacrifice of "as long as it can help you die without regrets", "You have nothing to do with this Any ideas?"

"……That one……"

After hearing what I said, Mordred seemed to be stunned for a moment, then tilted his head, "...I, meaning...just, right here...here...death, also...right, just right..."

"...Little Maude, you..."

I admit that I was completely stunned by Mordred's words.

Not because of his understanding of his own life, but because of the kind of indifferent to "death" revealed in his words, or even... longing.

That's right, it's "hungry."

Mordred was looking forward to "self-destruction."

"...I can, again...see, you...I'm glad..."

It seems that I have understood the reason why I can't say anything more, Mordred raised his hand and gently stroked my cheek, "Always... I owe you... One, an apology... and there... Thank you……"

"Mordred, are you a fool?"

So in the end, I could only complain like this as close to venting.

"Ah, indeed..."

Withdrawing his hand, Mordred tilted his head and blinked at me, with a naughty look as he remembered, "But...no, regret...I want, happiness!"

"It's not your turn to worry about this kind of thing! You guys are small and big!"

With a wry smile, I shook my head. After seeing that the time is almost up, I sighed and made a final compromise, "In this case, I will find a way to arrange Altria to confront you. Don't die!"

Putting on the mask again, Mordred nodded at me, then turned away from my field of vision.

"Really... I really don't know if this is right or wrong..."

Seeing Mordred leaving behind, I hugged my arms tightly and whispered, "Lance, what do you think?"

"This is the path he chose with his own will."

Lancelot, who appeared behind me, raised his hand and hugged me, "Mordred is much stronger than you think, so just help him fulfill his last wish."

"I just feel that this is not fair to him at all."

I always feel that by doing this, I owe him too much...

"If you really understand him, you should understand that he never counts these things?"

Lancelot's voice rang in my ears, and the breath brought a tingling feeling, "Rather than tangling these things here, don't you think there are many other things that you need to deal with right now? "

"But Lance..."

"Now, excellent."

The arm around me tightened slightly, and Lancelot's voice was slightly lowered at the moment, "Don't you think, you always care about other men like this, it's not fair to me..."

"What?"