Chapter Twenty-Four: The Prisoner of the Self

"Hmm..."

Covered in a thick quilt and with ice packs hanging from his head, although it was not actually necessary to deal with it at all, the two old men called by the conquered king insisted on stuffing Webb into the bed. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Obviously, it was just two unrelated people who were affected by magic, but Weber's eyes were a little moist at this moment.

Why...

"If you're sick, you need to get some rest, Webb."

'Grandpa' said and closed the door.

"Don't talk to Mr. Iskandar for too long, let's get some sleep later"

"Well..."

Then, the door was drawn.

After looking at the paper door without any decoration for a while, the sound of the old man's footsteps in the distance was indeed heard in his ears, and then Webb turned his head and looked at his servant.

The king who stepped out of the flow of history is still so burly and heroic that he has no heart and no lungs.

Webb couldn't help but be a little angry.

"Why do you want to tell them?!"

"Oh, aren't you sick?"

"But getting sick isn't a big deal..."

"Isn't it a big deal?"

Is it dazzling, the eyes of the king of conquest suddenly sharpened.

"Is that what you said?"

It's scary.

“・・・”

Then, as if hallucinating, the sharp eyes vanished, and the giant crossed his legs, creaking and crushing his fists against his temples, muttering that he didn't know what he was complaining about, but at last he looked at Weber.

Didactic tone.

"I say, Webb, it's probably too late to ask you now, but ah, what's your ambition?"

Ha?

"Macro, Hongyuan?"

Before I heard what the wish was, could it already be boiled down to a grand wish!?

"Well, Hongyuan, my master can't be able to summon me for some small reason, right?"

However, now, Weber doesn't want to complain.

My head is dizzy, and the pattern on the ceiling looks as dizzying as if it were swimming on its own.

Tsk, is this really a cold, or is my fitness so bad?

Shaking his head, not thinking about it, he straightened the ice pack again.

"Uhh

"Let's hear about it first."

I don't know why, but today's rider suddenly rang this question...

"Wait, rider, why do you want to ask this before that?"

It was so wrong, or rather, that the king was able to 'think' about it, which was enough to surprise Weber.

But, then again, what do you think Iskandar thinks you are?

"Oh, yes, I haven't told you yet."

But to be honest, Rider's performance is not really wise in many cases.

The rider sitting cross-legged, surprisingly, but with the temperament of a dreamer.

With his arms outstretched, even the small room seemed to have turned into a palace because of this man's presence. The young and heroic king, his arms are as strong as giant pillars carved from marble.

That posture, if it were facing the rising sun, would probably be reminiscent of the giants of ancient mythology, right?

Webb thought so, and then listened quietly.

"Look, little master, I have to get the Holy Grail."

He spoke as if he were a given fact, and he said something that was beyond doubt.

That momentum, as if a victory had already been won, and now it is just a summary of the victory.

Arrogance is heartbreaking.

Yes, it's not the momentum of victory, it's the momentum of victory.

The two are completely different things.

"Then, the Holy Grail can only grant one wish, right?"

Now he's already thinking about the use of the Holy Grail... No, he's already thinking about when to use it.

As for the use, I'm afraid I have already thought about it.

"yes"

Webber nodded affirmatively, it was basic common sense, and the masters knew how the Holy Grail War worked by the time they accepted the authority.

The Holy Grail is a miracle, and there is only one miracle.

You can only use it once, and you can only use it once, like, "Let me make three more wishes!" and that kind of thing is completely impossible.

So, in a sense, rider is the right question.

But...

"What's your wish, then? Little msater, if your wish is in conflict with mine, or if it can't be greater than mine, then when the time comes to make a wish, it will be difficult for us to do it, right?"

In all seriousness, Rider said something that Webb had never considered.

"Ahh

yes, what is the Holy Grail going to do?

From the very beginning, when Webb participated in this Holy Grail War, he didn't really think about what he was going to do with the Holy Grail...

In a sense, he can be said to be the magician who is least like a magician.

I didn't think about the purpose of the terminal.,Didn't prepare psychologically.,It's almost like a child who is angry.,Just because of a momentary anger... No, fortunately it's not a momentary anger.。

Webber came back here to set foot on the battlefield of the Holy Grail because he wanted to prove that he was not a waste.

It's such a simple thing, it's probably like a child being angry, right?

If he hadn't stolen the holy relic prepared by Kenays, he wouldn't have been able to summon a heroic spirit as powerful as a rider, right?

That's why rider is talking about grandiose, but in fact, it's completely unrelated to himself.

Curled up in the quilt, because of the sideways, the ice pack fell to the ground with a click, this time, I didn't want to pick it up.

"Come on, let's talk about it, it's good to have any wishes, let's talk about it first. ”

But Rider picked up the ice pack and threw it in Webb's face...

"Hey, I'm still a patient!"

"That's all right, hurry up!"

So I said it anyway.

"I just want to be recognized"

Webb sulked.

"Recognized?"

But the king of conquest suddenly came in a state of interest, and grinned.

"Oh, yes, little master, why is this desire?"

"Do you still want to ask such a ridiculous wish..."

I hate it.

It's been from a very early on.

Turned away.

"Wait, that's not funny. ”

Then, Webb was turned back again, and he couldn't resist, and the difference in strength between the two was too great.

"Hey!!"

Webb couldn't help but shout in exasperation, and then his brain was once again in a state of vertigo because of this action.

"What the hell! I said it all, just for..."

"Just?"

"Nothing..."

Webb deflated.

But in the end, I couldn't help but whisper it.

"You heard that, Lancer's master."

"Huh?"

"It's true that I stole his holy relics."

After all, he did such a disgraceful thing, stealing the teacher's things, making the teacher unprepared, and now Kenes hates himself to death, I'm afraid he can't wait to get rid of himself, right?

"Oh, that's a terrible thing, but there's a reason for it, right?"

"yes, there's a reason..."

Otherwise, who would do such a stupid thing.

"Rider, I'm a magician"

"Yes, I know"

"My family doesn't have a very good magic bloodline, and the inheritance is only a few generations, in the famous Shiji Tower, it's just a shallow commoner, there is no historical technology, no mystery, no creation of magic props, and even magic theory can't be done very well..."

The ice pack was placed on his forehead again, but Rider's ability to take care of people was a little beyond Webb's expectations, and he couldn't help but muttered 'thank you' before continuing his story.

"So, rider, I want to succeed, I want to prove that magic isn't just about deposition or fame... No, it doesn't matter... Actually, I just want to prove that I'm not a waste, right?"

"But it's such a small wish, he, Kenes, doesn't even give me the right to try"

Gritted his teeth slightly.

"If my attempt is futile, or if it's wrong, it's fine, but he didn't give me a chance from the beginning."

It was as if time had relapsed to that day.

He stood in front of Keneth, full of exhaustion, and handed the man his long-prepared study, the thick report of papers, in front of them all, in the glorious tower of time. The man who is quite famous in the Tower of Chronicles.

He trusted his stuff and believed that it was a one-of-a-kind study that should be enough for everyone to admire his talent and mind and be shocked by his research.

Yes, that's an achievement of contact, and on top of that, constantly studying oneself will eventually create one miracle after another, and finally reach the pinnacle, right?

Yes, it will be like this...

However, the man, when he took his report, smiled and folded it up and threw it into the wastebasket.

I didn't even glance at it, I didn't even turn a page.

That's all the hard work and research that I put in...

"Webb"

The man was laughing.

"You don't have that talent"

Then, categorically vetoed.

Probably in his eyes, it was like a ridiculous and lame joke, right?

"How can I forgive him!!! I'm just going to take revenge on him!!"

He screamed at Webb, his eyes blood-red.

"Ha !!"

But the king burst out laughing.

"Hahaha!!"

It was as if I had met a once-in-a-century happy event, laughing happily and heartily.

However, even Webb, who was not so sober, could see that the king's eyes were flashing with blazing light.

A completely different light from those who laughed at him.

"Webb Velvett, I ask you"

The burly king stood up and looked down at the young man who was still on the sickbed, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"How are you going to get revenge on him? What are you going to do with him, and what are you going to do after you get revenge on him?"

Of course it is...

Of course it is...

Of course what...

Webb was stunned for a moment, dazed.

yes, of course, what are you doing now?

I don't know...

But his eyes were involuntarily attracted by his own servent.

What the man who shines like the sun is after...

What is it?

Grail.

Yes, wouldn't it be back to square one by taking the Holy Grail?

"And then get that guy to agree with me..."

The dazedness gradually decreased, and Webb's mind was clear.

"yes... So it's so easy..."

"Yes, it's that simple"

The king laughed.

"I've never asked you complicated questions."

"But don't you care?"

"What do you care about?"

"My wish is so shallow?... You're probably dissatisfied too, aren't you?

Webb suddenly felt uneasy.

Can you be troubled by such a simple thing, is you really qualified to participate in this competition?

"Hah!"

Rider laughed.

"Of course you are weak, but aren't all of us weak compared to the vastness of the world?

He turned and prepared to walk out the door.

"Wait!!"

But Webb has one final question to ask. I just thought about it, but I had to ask a question.

"Huh?"

So the king turned around.

"What about you?"

Webb asked loudly, not caring if he would be heard by the old couple downstairs.

"What do you want? What do you want the Holy Grail to do?

He really wanted to know.

"Of course, I want a body"

But as if he were saying something very simple, the King of Conquest replied lightly, not in the least that the wish was so simple and unnatural.

"Then, conquering the world is something you have to do yourself..."

He continued walking, leaving behind Webb.

"Oh...

As if he was an afterthought like Webber, he turned his head, then narrowed his eyes and laughed.

It's like a lion.

"With this weak self"

Smack...

This madman.

Webb was dumbfounded.

Then laughed.