At night, the temple is exposed to the silvery moonlight, adding a layer of mystery to the ancient temple that has been around for countless years. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Sitting on the steps of the courtyard of Yanagito Temple, Emiya Kiritsugu suddenly felt someone appear behind him, sucking the cigarette in his hand, then exhaling a hazy puff of smoke, and said without looking back, "I'm back." How's it going?"

When Shui Wuyue came back alone, he had already told him the answer, Alice Phil was not in the Templar Church, but in the last suitable place to summon the Holy Grail, the Fuyuki Civic Hall, but he still opened his mouth to ask the answer he already knew, probably to hold on to that ethereal glimmer of hope.

"All I saw there was the body of Toshitomi Tosaka, and Aoi Tosaka, who went mad because she couldn't bear the death of her husband. Shui Wuyue Wu slowly walked over to his side and sat down, looked at his tired face, and reported.

After arriving at the church, she was completely unable to bear the death of her husband and went crazy, and no one saw her, so she sent Aoi Tosaka over to reunite with Tosaka Tokitomi, and after searching for a while, she was said to be Alice Phil, and even the priest who was supposed to be here was nowhere to be found, and she had to return to the side of Emiya Kiritsugu.

"....." Emiya Kiritsugu heard her report, threw aside the cigarette he had already smoked, then took another one out of the box, lit it, and spit out another puff of smoke, looking at the starry sky without saying a word, his eyes full of confusion about the future.

There are still six Immortals, but the Grail will come tomorrow night, which means that all of them will have to be eliminated in one day. And the best thing to do is to bring them all together. 'The Holy Grail War is nearing its end, but there are still so many Heroic Spirits, and those who own the Little Holy Grail have the final battle in charge.

Thinking of this, Emiya Kiritsugu exhaled a few deep breaths to soothe his depressed chest, and the mental fatigue and physical exhaustion had long overwhelmed him.

Looking at his appearance, which was already about to reach the limit, Shui Wuyue Dance, who was worried that this would affect the next Holy Grail War, said unbearably: "Master, you better rest for a while." ”

Emiya Kiritsugu's most recent rest was during Remilia's red mist, which made it difficult for even a magician to act. But he didn't stop his explorations and plans.

"Not yet..."Emiya Kiritsugu, who had been looking at the stars in the sky, turned his gaze to the ground that was already filled with cigarette butts after hearing the words of the Mizuki Dance, and said with his exhausted body, which could fall down at any time.

“master。 Seeing Emiya Kiritsugu insisting on his opinion there, Shui Wuyue Dance took him into his arms. Suddenly, Emiya Kiritsu, who was held by the other party like this, was suddenly stunned, and just when he wanted to break free, Shui Wuyue Dance was like an elder, gently running his hair down to his back, and then said: "I want to be a partner in justice and save the world." This idea, although silly and naïve, is a very amazing dream!"

When Emiya Kiritsugu, who wanted to break free from the water without a moon dance, heard her words, his heart trembled uncontrollably, and even the idea of wanting to break free was forgotten by him. I just felt as if my spirit was liberated.

I have always been understood and accepted by Alice Phil and Maiya Kuyu. It's been a long time since I've met someone who will accept and understand him, and his spirit suddenly relaxed, and then he enjoyed the touch of the water no moon dance, like an elder.

Seeing that Emiya Kiritsugu did not have any resistance, Mizuki Wu continued to speak: "But if you want to realize your dreams, you must make a certain amount of effort and dedication, and you must also ensure that your body can last until the moment when your dreams come true. Otherwise, when you are only one step away from your dream, but you fall down because of your body's incompetence, won't all your previous efforts and efforts be in vain?"

"You..."

"Heroic spirits can learn about each other's past through dreams, so that they can forge bonds and fight together in the Holy Grail War. Although he enjoyed her touching, Emiya Kiritsugu was puzzled by Mizuki Dance's own dream, and just as he was about to open his mouth to question, she spoke first.

Then he looked affectionately at the other party's colorless eyes, and brought his thin red lips close to the other party's cold crimson thin lips, and joined them together under his stunned look.

was kissed by Shui Wuyue Dance for such an inexplicable reason, Emiya Kiritsugu immediately turned defensive to attack and pressed her underneath, looking at this time, he didn't intend to break free because he was pressed underneath him. Instead, he curled his lips in anticipation, smiled beautifully, and stretched out his hand to caress his slightly rough but angular face.

"....." Emiya Kiritsugu saw her appearance, the slender willow eyebrows on her face, and couldn't help but lean closer slightly, of course he understood what the other party meant, but he just wanted to do something like that with a heroic spirit, and he was silent when he never thought about it.

But soon the sound of [hiss~~~] was heard, and Emiya Kiritsugu's hand tore the clothes on her body, and the fine white and immature skin added a layer of attractive color in the silver-white moonlight, and in matching the perfectly proportioned figure, it made people look at the appetite, and the pink two points on the chest were like blooming buds waiting for the arrival of bees, revealing in the air.

The bee soon arrived, resting on it, skillfully fiddling with the buds it had first visited, and then ignoring the petals that had shyly tried to close for the first time in honey. Rather, it greedily sucks nectar from there, probably because of the first time, or because the buds have no nectar, so that the bee cannot suck any nectar from it, no matter how much it absorbs, but leaves its crystal clear saliva on the whole petal.

The fruitless bee had no choice but to fly to another blooming bud next to it, and continued to fiddle as before, probably because he had just seen his companion being fiddled with like this, so the petals of this flower did not want to close as shyly as before, but dyed it with a shy red, the bee sucked the nectar like just now, but just like just now, just left a pile of saliva, in vain.

Compared with the bees that returned in vain, the originally low dandelions on the ground grew up quickly, and then sat upright among the flowers, sometimes swaying with the wind, sometimes continuing to grow hard in the wind.

After growing to a certain extent, the blooming dandelion seeds tremble with it, allowing the young dandelions to float in the air, wrapped in the wind, and drift to the unknown sky to spread the seeds of young life.

Maybe they will always be scattered in the air, staying in the air forever with the wind, maybe when they are in the air, they will usher in the end of their lives, maybe.... There are too many maybe... But they are not afraid to leave their homes in search of an unattainable future.