The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

Well, it was my fault that Lancelot would struggle with this kind of thing...

"Although I don't know why you are here to trouble yourself, but Yu, I have missed you twice for various reasons."

With a soft sigh, Lancelot tightened his hand to draw the distance between me and him, "So this time, I won't..."

The last few vague pronunciations disappeared in the overlapping lips.

Although still gentle, but with a different from the past, with a strong kiss that cannot be rejected.

However, it does not make people feel annoying.

It's just... why is it "twice"?

He blinked, although he was puzzled by the information revealed in Lancelot's words, but in the end he didn't say anything, he slowly closed his eyes, and followed his cherished kiss.

Now, Lance, even if you haven't finished speaking, I think I can understand.

In the future, even if it leads to hell, I will always walk with you.

This is our tacit...promise.

Swear by a kiss.

Chapter Sixty Interval Six

The first paragraph at the beginning comes from the paragraph about Mordred in the "Fate" data set.

Back from Fate/Zero

By the way, no one can't understand the cause and effect of the whole thing, right?I think it should be easy to understand if combined with the explanation of the little squid in the previous chapter.If you don’t understand, leave a message and I will explain.

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[So that's it, although this is a trick of my sister, but you are considered to be born by me.However, I will not agree that you are my son, nor do I intend to pass on the throne to you.

……is it……

...

Did you see it?King Arthur.Your country has been destroyed.Whether it's me or you, as you can see, it's all scorched.

……

You should know why things happened like this.Obviously, as long as the throne is passed to me, such things won't happen.Do you hate me so much, hate me this Morgan clone?

[No, I never hated you.

[Then why do you want...]

[There is only one reason for not giving you the throne-you, do not have the ability to become a king.

[That's it, that's it.Altria, you are really strict.It's just...you dare to pat your own chest to ensure that you are a suitable king yourself?

This……

A person who is not a successful king himself, how can he be qualified to judge whether others have the ability to become a king?!Will come to where it is today, dare you say that you have no responsibility?!Well……

[...Mordred?wrong!Are you... sister?!

damn it!Even now they are still rebelling against me!Damn... uh... hiss...]

[...Sorry, sorry—father, dear...]

Jian Tong Yanye fell into a dream.

Can't see anything.

Can't hear anything.

Only the skin can feel the astonishing density of the pressure in the surrounding darkness.

Where is it here?It seems to be in someone's body.

Therefore, Yan Ye asked the darkness-who are you.

As if under suffocating pressure, the darkness roared lowly.

"I am--

The alienated person--

The ridiculed person--

The despised person—"

The thick black shadow surging in the darkness, like a human figure about to move.

Then, a burst of scarlet sparks burst out suddenly, and the originally dark space instantly ignited flames like purgatory.

In the red world with red eyes, a figure appeared in Jian Tong Yanye's vision.

Scarlet armor and helmets like dried blood.

And, flashing in the crevices of the helmet, blue eyes like purgatory demons.

Berserker-the manifestation of Jian Tong Yan Ye's curse, no, it is the Servant his resentment calls from the end of time and space.

"No need to praise my name--

No need to envy me--

I am the shadow under the brilliance of heroic spirits--

Born from the darkness in the dazzling legend."

The voice resembling a ghost echoed directly in his mind. It was not from Berserker's original voice, but was closer to a curse voice from a soul in the dark.

No...you obviously are...obviously...

Jian Tong Yanye wanted to divert his gaze with some trepidation, but found that his gaze was firmly fixed on the cursed red figure as if attracted.

He remembered the dreams he had been having intermittently since he summoned the Berserker.

The Witch of Water, who was forced to lose the right to succeed to the throne because of the birth of the king, is like a crystal container filled with nutrient solution, and Camelot's round table partner, who is also a teacher and friend, is the glorious king who is praised by people...

And, it only faintly emerges in the depths of the dream, and it feels warm just by looking at it, with a pair of heterochromatic pupils, a woman who is not a relative but more like a relative.