Chapter 6: I, the True Desire

"Constantine XI..."

"Well, war was declared last night."

The girl who sat down in the corner of the wall and curled up in the dark was Avier, and the knight who stood in front of the window, stretched out his hand out of the window, and caressed the night breeze, was Rodritte. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the hut where the lights were not turned on, the girl's fiery gaze was not answered.

"No, or rather... It wasn't a declaration of war, and maybe it was a declaration of war."

“···”

"The king who guards the portal alone... He's actually lonely, isn't he?"

"Why do you say that?"

"That's what I just think"

Rodriit didn't say much more.

He withdrew his hand, turned around, looked at the girl, and fell silent. Instead, a bitter smile appeared on Adeel's lips.

"Betrayed by the whole world—do you mean, that anger in his heart?"

“···”

"Even when you need help the most, but no one rescues you, you are so proud that you are staring at you indifferently, everything you do seems to be in vain, and the glory of the old days is completely gone—you mean, is this?"

"That's it"

"It's ugly, Rod, don't you think?"

"Why do you say that?"

The person who asked the question this time became a man.

"Because, like a clown."

Adeel rose from the shadows, walked over to her half-body, and without hesitation hugged her, who struggled a little, but when she gained resolute strength, she smiled bitterly and stopped struggling.

"It's obviously a matter that he decides for himself, and he doesn't hesitate to be betrayed, but he's still sighing... Longing for the help of others, longing for salvation, standing in the midst of fire but unable to release the anguish. After all, he's still immature..."

Rodriit was not wearing armor.

Atiel's hand slid down the lower end of the T-shirt, and the soft, cold hand slid up the solid abdomen, caressing Rodritte's chest.

Lustia had risen over the knight's shoulder, glaring angrily at the 'sneaking' fellow, but Adeel didn't bother with it.

"But there's nothing wrong with that, in the end, he was still betrayed, and he was completely betrayed by his trusted 'partners'"

Rod felt a little uncomfortable, and he twisted his body again, but then back, it was the window.

"Don't move if you don't want me to use the Command Spell - so, that's probably his wish, right?"

“···”

"Because I am lonely, I hope to get my comrades-in-arms, and I hope that I can have no regrets, not alone, but with like-minded comrades-in-arms to challenge the enemy again, hope... Get recognized"

“···”

"Heh... It's a pitiful look."

Agel sneered wildly, but there was still a cold glint in his eyes.

After all, it was something that had nothing to do with her, something she didn't care about at all, and the reason why she said so much was only because Rodriten was asking.

"—like a child"

She summed it up, and then, even with her other hand.

"Stop, stop!"

Lustia finally couldn't look at it anymore - even the half of her master's body was absolutely unacceptable.

She flew down in one go, and grabbed Atiel's hand tightly, her bulging cheeks looking extremely cute.

"Unclean!"

"You have to take care of it!"

"The master is mine!"

"Ownership was my name when I was born!"

"No matter whatever!"

Then, immediately there was a quarrel.

Rodriten covered his forehead in pain, the situation that was entangled because of several things made the holy cyan knight nostalgic for the battlefield.

Standing up, ignoring the two who were still arguing behind him, Rodrithe closed the door as he left the room.

Walking outside, it was just early morning. The air was a little cool, and just in time to see Emiya Shirou walking by not far away, he not only raised his hand but also said hello.

"Hello"

“··· Ahh It's Mr. Saltisius!"

The boy who saw him immediately walked over with a very cheerful expression, and Rodriten watched him walk up to him before continuing to ask.

"What are you going to do?"

The time is a little more than seven o'clock in the morning, after all, although the Heroic Spirit doesn't need much sleep, but at this time, humans should have just woken up, right?

In fact, it doesn't matter if you don't ask this question, because you can know it by looking at his outfit...

"Ah, I just got up, and I was about to wash up and cook—"

"Did you stay up late again last night?"

“··· Ahaha"

- And so it was.

"It's better to relax a little, it's not good to be too anxious"

Although not an expert on magic, Rodritte is still so persuasive.

- In his previous life, he admired this guy a lot... Although it was a vague scenery in distant memory, the bloody face was unshaken... But he remembered it vividly.

"Yes, I see"

Emiya Shirou smiled and nodded in response, but there was no doubt that he didn't hear it in his ears, right?

“··· I can't help you, wayward guy."

Even the Heroic Spirit only smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"You're the same, you can let go of your hand, why don't you let go?"

“··· Huh?"

I raised my head in a little surprise, and what caught my eye was the young man's gaze that suddenly became persistent.

"What do you say?"

"Ten years ago, that kid, do you remember?"

Ten years ago?

Rod was even more stunned. He tried to remember, but couldn't remember anything.

For the battle ten years ago, apart from the countless heroes and heroes, there are not many things he remembers.

"Ten years ago?"

"Yes, that year, in the last Holy Grail War, you saved me"

“···”

"Obviously, if you give up on me, you can realize your wish, and you don't estimate that I can live well, but you want to save me... No, actually, whoever was there at the time, you would have reached out to help, right? You would not hesitate to save others, without thinking about your own."

“···”

There's no denying it.

Rodritte chuckled in annoyance and scratched his head. He had already recalled a little bit of what had happened at that time.

"So, I was the culprit?"

"Yes, or rather, I'm just an accomplice"

The boy's sassy smile is so dazzling. It's not just about indulging in atonement, Rodriette understands when he sees this smile. This guy is truly proud of his choice, sacrificed for others, and the path of glory. In order to be able to save others, in order to be able to help others, the fact that they will work hard at all costs.

He has thought very clearly, and has taken this as his dream.

"It's so dazzling..."

Even the knights of the Holy Green were impressed.

That's undoubtedly good intentions. Kindness that has nothing to do with the rejection of the other party or not, and what the final outcome is.

Emiya Shirou, in the ten years since he was adopted, according to his own heart, the future he longed for.

"Thanks for the compliment"

Not pretentious, nor impassioned, but plain, but what comes as it should belong.

Just like now, speaking out with dignity, even in the face of the heroes and heroes who were infinitely admired in the past, he will not flinch in the future, one day, will lead him to the path of heroes, right?

"Hmph..."

Rodriten couldn't help but laugh, reached out and rubbed his flaming red hair vigorously. He turned around, not wanting the boy to see his overly happy face.

"Haven't summoned the Heroic Spirit yet?"

"Yes and no"

"Why?"

"Because I want you to see my path"

He walked forward, and Shirou followed.

"Oh, so confident?"

"Yes"

"So... I'll see."

The backs of the two people were stretched and lengthened by the light in the early morning, and they took steps without hesitation, one large and one small, as if they were about to merge into the light.