Run, Run, Run! Run!

Lancer is a full-time job with first-class speed, and Cúthalamin himself is also known for his speed, and the superposition of the two phases is supplemented by special acceleration skills, which is not much inferior to the rocket car that he drives during the day.

Of course, the Servant is not a tireless machine after all, and it may not be long before it becomes unsustainable to move in such a way. But Cú Chulainn didn't care, he was still squeezing every ounce of his strength, accelerating, accelerating, accelerating.

It was not until the oil ran out and the lamp dried up that he could no longer move his feet, and then leaned against a big tree and put down the Bazette on his shoulder.

"Lancer, don't move, I'll help you heal. ”

At this time, Bazet had recovered from the stun, and he took off his gloves to carve runes.

Cú Chulainn stretched out his hand to grab his master, shook his head and said, "Don't waste your efforts, it's useless, my spirit core has been shattered." If that's not the case, the little junior brother won't let us go. You should also be able to sense that something is wrong with the contract between us. ”

Bazette's body trembled, and his nose couldn't help but sour. Of course she could feel it, but she still had the last illusions.

Cú Chulainn, who couldn't even stand on his feet, stretched out his hand and patted the woman's cheek with a gentleness that was different from her usual boldness.

"Such an expression is not for you, the master I am familiar with has always been a hearty, crisp good woman, I don't want this image to be imaged. ”

"Ahh ”

Bazet was stunned and rubbed his face vigorously, hoping to return to his usual appearance, but the more he wiped his expression, the more ugly it became, and in the end even his eyes turned red.

Cúchulainn couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Haha, well, I saw a rare appearance again, which is not bad." ”

"You can still laugh~" Bazet was angry and anxious.

"Why can't you laugh?" said Cúchulainn, smiling, "I told you that I value process more than life itself. As long as the process is exciting enough, no matter how short my life is, I will not regret it. ”

"What about this time?"

"Of course this time it's exciting. There are so many great guys, there are masters and craftsmen who have never been seen since they left the Shadow Country, there are new junior brothers, and I have met such a great partner as you - although it is a bit of a pity that I didn't win in the end. Bazet, it's up to you, and if you have a spell, you might have a chance. ”

In response to Cúchulainn's proposal, Bazette shook his head slightly.

“…… There will be no chance, and I will not make a contract with other servants. My servant, my partner is only you, and it doesn't make sense if I can't get the Holy Grail with you. ”

Cú Chulainn laughed: "That's really a regrettable answer, but I'm very happy, I will definitely not let go of a good woman like you in my life." ”

“Lancer…… I ......" Bazette blushed suddenly, looking like he wanted to say it but didn't dare to say it.

It's a pity that Cú Chulainn was so weakened at this time that he couldn't even notice such a change.

"Bazet, there's no time left, listen to me. ”

"When I die, you can leave here immediately, either by leaving the city or by joining the Queen, and in any case, not alone, and not by staying here—or you may die. ”

"I guessed what the woman was thinking. She has always been like this, ruthless to her enemies and even more ruthless to her own people. ”

"Don't avenge me, don't hold grudges against my junior brother, everything is my own choice, if you really want to hate, hate me. Well, it's okay to hate that woman, she has already endured countless resentments and is not afraid of another one. ”

Finally, Cú Chulainn once again stretched out his hand, put it on Bazette's head with difficulty, and said in a low voice.

"Bazet, a good woman like you will surely have a more wonderful life than me. Ahh......h It's not bad to sit and die. ”

These were Cúchulainn's last words. With that, he disappeared and disappeared into the other side of the matter.

The hand on his head had lost its weight, the familiar had vanished, and Bazet fell to his knees in despair.

The pretended strength was finally shattered, and tears welled up like broken threads.

When was the last time she cried like this? She couldn't remember, all she knew was that it hurt in her heart, and it hurt indescribably.

Although he knew that it was just an illusion left by the heroes of the past, and although they didn't get along for a long time, only less than two weeks, Bazet really felt happy during this time. This feeling has never been possessed in the family, nor in the betrayal of the family to join the clock tower.

Whether it's a personality or a breath, it's like never before.

It's just the first time we've met, but it's as familiar as an old friend who has known each other for many years.

Whether in life or in battle, one look, one action can understand the psychology of the other party.

What does that mean?

Maybe it's the sparse family affection of the magician's family, maybe it's the rare friendship of the mysterious society, or maybe it's the love she never thought of.

Either way, she wanted to say to him, to that man—

I want to be with you, more together, you don't go.

However, in the end, she couldn't say this sentence and say what was in her heart.

"Lord is right, I'm such an idiot. ”

The men's beauty gave herself a mouthful, and the next second she covered her cheek in annoyance.

"Well, good women don't smoke themselves, really, why am I so stupid. Good Woman...... Good woman ......"

Sometimes complaining, sometimes annoying, doing things that seem stupid to outsiders, only to stop for a while, and laugh out loud inexplicably.

"yes, Lancer said I'm already a good woman, I just have to be myself. ”

The beautiful man got up from the ground, broke off a tree trunk, cut it into the shape of a gun, and stuck it in the place where Cúchulainn had disappeared.

"I'd like to put you on a tombstone, but you'd prefer it - I'll always remember you, Lancer, my partner, Cú Chulainn. ”

Bowing to the tombstone made of guns, the man-dressed beauty turned and left, the ease and sassiness that Cú Chulainn admired the most - the beastly man was not interested in weak women, he had always liked strong women, such as his wife Princess Emmel, such as Skaha as a master, such as Skaha's sister Eve - the only exception was Maeve.

But as he walked, he walked and walked again. She glanced back in the direction of Cuchulainn, made sure she couldn't see the wooden gun, and slowly covered her face with her hands, letting out a whimper that only she could hear.

"Still no, I can't stop the tears...... Once, just this once, out of sight......"