The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

What kind of answers do I want to get?

"Can I say that it is because I don't know that I asked it like this?"

I always felt that something flashed through my mind when I just talked to Alice Sophie, but now that I look into it carefully, there is nothing, and it's empty and depressing.

"Hasn't this matter been discussed before?"

Regarding my question, Lancelot didn't seem to care at all, "If you have doubts about the future, then do the current thing first. The road is one step by step, as long as you do not regret your choice, Then eventually you will find your own way."

"Is this Lance your experience?"

"Ah... it would be best if you can help."

Lancelot's voice was very gentle, "I still like to see the way you win."

"By the way, didn't Gilgamesh embarrass you when you came in?"

Although he was a bit speechless, I chose to change the subject.

It's no use tangling things that I don't understand now. It's undeniable that Lancelot's words do have his truth-maybe this is why he has no doubts?

"I had a face-to-face meeting, but I was only verbally said, but his temper and character are there, I don't really care."

After probably explaining it, Lancelot said, "Speaking of which, Archer said that if you are done with things here, go to the inner room, as if there is a good show to watch."

"Watching a play?"

My brows wrinkled completely, "With that guy's nasty taste, I really don't think there is anything to look forward to."

"Feel the same."

In response to my complaint, Lancelot nodded with understanding, "But since there is nothing wrong with you, it would be better to go there?"

"It is true. Although the relationship with that guy is relatively relaxed now, I am really worried that that guy will have a convulsion that day and we will fight with us... Forget it, give up his life to accompany the gentleman-although that guy is definitely not a gentleman..."

Although I was whispering and complaining, I turned around and walked out of the basement.

=================== I am the dividing line of switching scenes ==================

"Well, has the show already begun?"

When I walked into the sacrificial room, I found Gilgamesh and Yanfeng Qili were sitting there, looking at the situation in the chapel outside through the observation hole.

Hearing my voice, Yanfeng Qili didn't even glance at me, while Gilgamesh waved his hand and motioned to Lancelot and I to find a place to sit down.

And I simply found a more comfortable position, looked outside and raised my eyebrows: "Tosaka Tokimin? Ma Tong Yanye? And... Tosaka...Aoi?"

The body of Tosaka Tokimi, who should have been dead, was disguised by magic. At this moment, he was sitting quietly on the seat of the auditorium, while Ma Tong Yanye stood aside, giving people the feeling that they had lost their souls .

At the door of the church not far away, a woman who looked very weak was watching Tosaka Tokino's corpse and crying silently.

Which drama is this singing?

"This is equivalent to handing the Holy Grail to Jian Tong's hands. Are you satisfied? Yan Ye."

Then, the woman—or the wife of Tosaka Tomiomi, should be said, Tosaka Aoi spoke slowly.

"I...but, I..."

Facing Kui's questioning, Yan Ye's appearance can be described completely at a loss.

Although the disfigured face looks abnormally organized, I feel that I can tell from his expression that he is currently having great doubts-it is probably about the cause of Tosaka's death.

"why……"

Without giving Yan Ye a chance to defend himself, Aoi vented his anger in a choked voice, "Isn't it satisfied that the Ma Tong family snatched Sakura from me? Why did you kill this person in front of me... …Why? Why do you hate us so much?"

"It's all because of... this guy, I blame him!"

Yan Ye pointed at Tokimin's body with a trembling and feeble finger, and shouted with all his voice, "Without that man...no one would fall into misfortune. Aoi, and Sakura... can be happy... "

"What a joke!"

The original gentle expression was completely shattered like an illusion, and Kui yelled dumbly, "What do you know! You have never loved anyone!"

Her words, as if a fatal blow, made Jian Tong Yanye's whole body look shaky.

What a huge irony.

I curled my lips secretly.

If the information I got from Mordred is correct, Ma Tong Yan Ye, who is a childhood sweetheart with Tosaka Aoi, has always loved her, and will accept the erosion of the engraving insects and become a Master. It is only to prevent Ma Tong Ying from getting along with her. He is the same way.

Yan Ye has paid so much for Kwai, but she still doesn't understand her, that's why this situation has resulted.

Kui didn't know what Yan Ye did for herself, what she saw was only the most direct-although there were factors that Yan Feng deliberately induced in it-Yan Ye killed her husband for the Holy Grail.

What you do is not understood, and this anger and resentment comes from the person you love the most.

This deliberate misunderstanding, which is regarded as a double distortion, is enough to destroy any existence with a weaker spirit-just like Tong Yanye at this moment.

"...I have...I...I like...people..."

Yan Ye spoke in a machine-like voice, while using his hands harder.

In order to deny what I believe is the most important and favorite woman's words.

In order to deny her words again.

To make that mouth match.

So... the throat that made the sound must be tightened desperately.

"Tsk, are you calling me over to watch such a boring drama!"

Seeing this, I have completely lost interest, "Lance, let's go."

If at this moment I still don't understand the purpose of director Yan Feng's play, then I'm really a fool.

Regardless of the death or life of Tosaka Aoi who was strangled by Ma Tong Yanye at the moment, it really didn't matter.

From the moment he shot at the woman he once loved the most, his entire personality has begun to distort and collapse - for a Master, losing his mind already means his out.

Although it is undeniable that the scene in the church was inspired by words, it was indeed a scene where humans exposed their nature to each other and burned out in all the sparks.

People themselves are such fragile existences.

No one can deny it.