Chapter Seven: The Man Who Got Nothing

Nothing is gained, but everything is lost, and what is staked is what is already there, and what is obtained as a reward is what may be in the future. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The life of a teenager is such a color.

"Slow, Rod!"

The world in front of her was shrouded in grayness, as if she were in an old movie world, and Qili's eyes wandered in this dark world, searching for what she could discern.

It seems to be ancient, everything is so old but neat, and the only glimmer of light is the half-open wooden door.

The voice from outside the door was quite familiar, it was the sound of waving a sword. Over and over again, the sound of swinging a sword to slash through the air.

Such a voice was familiar to Qili when she was still serving as a substitute.

What happened?

He was puzzled and wanted to get out of this world that appeared suddenly, but just by moving this thought, the world in front of him completely changed.

He came out of the room by 'thinking'.

Hallucinations? No, expectations.

What appeared in front of Qili was a young child.

His face was immature and tenacious, and the color of not admitting defeat shrouded this still somewhat fat little face. The child has brilliant long sand-blond hair and blue pupils, and looks very familiar.

Isn't this his own heroic spirit?

So who's behind him?

Qili looked at the girl standing behind the boy lightly, and watched her support the child's trembling body due to excessive physical exertion with a worried face, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a piece of cloth.

"Didn't you tell you not to do that?"

How's that? Don't get stronger?

In just a few words, the only thing that can be distinguished is the worry, and as for why it is worried, it is completely unclear.

"No, Nafini, no, no. ”

At this time, Rodritte was probably only about six years old, right? But he had already shown enough maturity, a heroic spirit and self-confidence that could not be concealed, if he hadn't seen this 'fact' with his own eyes, Qili would not have believed that there would be a child with such an expression.

It was an expression of painful determination and deep realization.

"Oh...

Then, Qili slightly understood what she was seeing.

If you can see the hero's past, it can only be the hero's memory, right?

This is the story of the hero known as Rodriette Saltisius, the man who got nothing and was known in history as the undefeated lord of the Tempest, who was also ridiculed as a useless struggler.

It should be an unforgettable color in his memory.

So, who is that girl?

Qili was a little interested, because there was no mention of the existence of such a girl in history, whether it was the official history or the wild history, even if it was a casual spread of words.

Is her name Nafini?

"Why?・Rhodes is just a child..."

She was probably only four or five years older than Rhodes, delicate as a doll, her delicate face and delicate figure hidden in clothes made of poor fabric, but could not hide the beauty that would belong to the future.

Qili understands very well how dangerous such a girl is in such an era... It seems that the future hero is also aware of this, right?

"Children will always grow up, but those who are only waiting to grow up will always be children..."

Pushing away the girl's support, the young child once again raised the great sword that he didn't know where to find it, and the immature body gritted its teeth and grasped the heavy weapon that was absolutely unsuitable for him to use, even if it was an adult to hold in both hands. Slowly getting used to the center of gravity...

"I see..."

Qi Li finally understood a little bit, a historical question, how did Rodrithe develop the technique of using that kind of super-large sword chopping that was several specifications larger than others, and why was he able to use such a weapon that was extremely difficult to grasp the center of gravity?

Here's the answer, it's a last resort.

It's a miracle that a young child can find a weapon, right? If so, who's to say that the kid doesn't want a little more weapon...

Fortunately, this child was born with 'power', otherwise...

Seeing that Rodriten was not painful, but simply masochistic penance, Qili's heart couldn't help but feel a sense of agreement.

Although the purpose is different, didn't you spend a considerable amount of time yourself?

But this teenager is a more helpless person than himself.

He's the one who works hard for 'protection', but did he succeed?

I don't know...

“・・・”

The girl on the side looked at the young man speechlessly, the two of them are the only colored beings in this world... What does this mean? Qili slowly had a realization in her heart, but it was a bad understanding.

"Drink..."

In the world, only the persistent figure of the child remains.

The world is slowly fading...

・・・

"Sovereign?"

His own spirit stood beside him, and Qili slowly opened his eyes, stood up from the chaise longue, and stretched his body, which was slightly sore from the poor sleeping conditions.

"Are you alright?"

"It's fine. ”

Qili didn't want to say what she saw.

He believed that his own Heroic Spirit would not want to hear it.

"How did you get in, what happened?"

He asked.

"That's right..."

The foolish and undefeated knight hesitated for a moment, "There's your letter, it's from the sir." ”

"I see. ”

There is only one person who can make this knight show such an expression, Tosaka Tokitomi.

That was someone he couldn't understand, and the heroic spirit of Shichen, the king with strong colors, was simply someone he didn't want to approach.

"Thank you, knight"

If you were to do it yourself, would you be able to do it?

Perhaps, because of myself, I don't have anything...

"No, it's all right, my lord, it's my obligation. ”

This is probably the proud insistence of the ancient knights, who decided that they would have no regrets if they accepted it, but they would also have resentment and remorse, right? But they are a bunch of fools who won't give up. A person who will carry out orders even if he knows that they are wrong, and will endure silently even if they are contrary to his wishes.

The biggest reason for existence is that the people who have their own monarch has wiped out their own colors and followed the monarch closely...

Is that okay?

Qili couldn't help but feel a little confused, because those knights were completely different from him.

He is a man who has nothing and nothing.

And those knights are looking for people who don't have their own will and worship glory as their soul...

People who pursue 'nothing' have more things called glory than those who aspire to 'have', and don't you think it's a little funny?

I don't want to...

Qili peeled off the paper that had actually been handed over, looked at the ink that had not yet dried, and easily recognized the words written in secret language.

"Let Knight go out to fight, lure the enemy, expose the enemy's hole cards as much as possible, and there is no problem how he is exposed"

It is a strategy to use it as bait through and through.

Because it's a secret language, knight can't read it, and even if he does, he can't understand things.

This knight has been betrayed... But will he care?

Qili's eyes looked at her Heroic Spirit like ashes.

"Go and bait. ”

There's no need to hide it...

"As you wish. ”

The silver knight, with the glint in his eyes, remained unchanged from the beginning. It was a steel-like mind, a fearlessness forged from loyalty.

Qili believed in him, because the reason was completely sufficient.

"Go ahead. ”

After a quiet salute, the knight, who had long understood his fate, silently disappeared into the night.

Then, suddenly, Qili thought.

What did he desire? What did he yearn for, a man who had nothing but loyalty and fighting, and glory as his only reason?

Continue to follow your own king? or...

Qili felt that she had grasped the answer a little, and then, she was even more eager to meet with Emiya Kiritsugu.

He had a hunch that this meeting would definitely not disappoint him.

In the dim night light, wearing a black, oppressive robe, Yan Fengqili pursed his lips like a sculpture and stood solemnly.