Chapter Twenty-Three: Fallen Souls

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The problem is solved.

Rhodes stood at the corner of the street and sighed a little relaxed, "A bad thing in the night, a good thing has finally been won, isn't it?"

The king will be pleased, too...

However, don't want to go back.

I don't want to go back to the base area, I don't want to do it for any reason.

"Kiri, I want to wander outside... If there's an enemy attack, call me back."

So, let's put it bluntly. And Qili's answer was quite crisp.

"Permission, I happen to have a guest here"

Guest? Who could it be?

After thinking about it, there is really only one answer.

It's the king...

"Hah..."

If it is Lizheng-sama, he is the father of Qili, and he is responsible for overseeing the Holy Grail War, and Shichen-sama, he has just seen it.

Well, there is only one answer.

But, is that good?

That king is Lord Shichen's servant, why is there always a deep uneasiness in his heart?

"Is it a delusion?"

There is always a feeling that something very ominous is about to happen.

That's it, it's a pretty obvious thing, right? Actually, it's not that hard to guess.

Yan Feng Qili, when will he give that order to himself?

"Knight, kill yourself"

Yes, he will give such an order, it is a certainty, and then he will withdraw from this war.

Wasn't that arranged early in the morning?

You don't need to be yourself anymore.

Well, then there is no need to be uneasy, and the rest of the happy enjoyment, I don't know how long, wouldn't it be better?

The battle was experienced, and the meeting with the king was also unexpected and delicate, witnessing his own morality, and even, there was a chance to see that familiar figure.

It's enough enough.

"Ahhh

Walking quietly through the streets, I don't know how long it has been, maybe a few hours... Rhodes has already walked back to the riverbank, just about ten hours ago, there was an earth-shattering battle here, but at this time, all that was left was a pile of rubble, whether it was a high concentration of magic equivalent to poison for ordinary people, or the remains of a caster monster, and even the blood stains were cleaned up.

It's a church church...

Rod frowned.

However, the Templar Church, after all, is only a branch of Christianity, but what happened to it?

He remembered how the knights who believed in Christianity in his time adhered to the dogma, and although there were always scum in every age, the church of that era was full of vitality and hope. At that time, the priests and knights practiced an honorable death.

But now the Church Church...

What's going on?

Let's check it out...

The sky has gradually become angry with a red sun, dazzling, but not warm. Rod sighed with a little regret.

"Ahh

If it weren't for the rubble all over the ground, it would have been a beautiful sight, right?

It's a shame.

・・・

"It's a pity... If it's on the shore, you might be able to enjoy this view, right?"

Unbeknownst to Rhodes, in another place, the Golden King smiled and said something completely opposite to his position in a sense.

"You can think that..."

After a long conversation all night, Qili has gradually been influenced by this king, although unconsciously, but now Qili has more 'human nature' than in the past.

If it had been before, he probably wouldn't have cared about this sentence that had nothing to do with him, right?

Although he denied the king's proclamation all night, in fact...

"This is your mistake, Qili, enjoying the beautiful scenery is a right that everyone must have, but this is also the king's thing"

The golden king smiled, full of pride.

"Look, Qili, it's also a form of entertainment, can you deny it?"

"You're probably going to be disappointed, the shore should still be rubble."

There is no way to refute this, because it is neither pleasure nor pleasure, but simply a natural scene, and Qili can only divert the topic.

"Hah!"

But the other party didn't care, but stretched out his hand and arrogantly pointed to the half-liter red sun.

"It's not right at all, Qili, you know, beautiful things always look noble and noble against the backdrop of brokenness."

"If there is no destruction, there is no repair, and if there is no deficiency, there is no innovation, you see, this is the truth, if human beings do not have the need to solve the depression, then, entertainment will be meaningless, entertainment, is a necessary thing for people."

"But for me, entertainment is meaningless"

"Really?"

"Nature"

"Hah, that's just because the time hasn't come yet, Qili, oh... By the way, don't you think it's almost time?"

"What?"

Qili raised his head, and the words of the person in front of him were full of temptation, which made people have to guard against it, and, often, they would fall behind because they couldn't keep up with the rhythm of his words.

"I mean, Qili, your servent, you know, the meaning of his existence, but it's expired."

“・・・”

He frowned, then relaxed.

Qili quickly raised her head and looked at the golden king.

Why would the other person say such a thing to himself?

And as if he saw the meaning of Qili, the golden king smiled and grinned, and then, said evilly.

"It's very simple, Qili, this king, just to remind you"

What exactly is the reminder of... But only you can grasp it...

"Alright, that's all for today, Qili, I'm looking forward to your choice."

The king disappeared in the first rays of light

Qili looked at the place where he disappeared, and did not move for a long time, but the thoughts were already gradually surging in his chest.

Yes, the king was at least a little right.

Qili also has the right to choose.

Hmph...

Sneering, he looked at the two remaining spells on his wrist, and then Qili's expression returned to nothing.

Choose, let's start with Knight coming back, and before that...

Standing up, the long talk of the night delayed too much. Qili walked to the kitchen.

Let's start exercising after breakfast... Today's schedule can't be messed up.

Yan Feng Qili thinks so.

・・・

Another jump perspective, just as Qili was making breakfast, the other side.

Webb had just woken up...

"Hmm..."

Drowsy, tired... The brain is groggy and filled with cement.

There is probably only one explanation for this situation, right?

Magician Weber... Well, this boy with a slight sense of immediacy has a cold.

Of course, after being crazy for a whole night, enjoying the kind of 'passion' of the cold wind drying the hot sweat in the high autumn sky, it is not a strong physique, and Webb, whose body can't even catch up with ordinary people, can't avoid getting sick at all.

As soon as he got up, he realized that his current situation was very bad.

"It's so uncomfortable..."

Originally, Webb had a slight sign of hypoglycemia, but now it's even worse.

'Gotta drink something!' You have to have sugar! Preferably hot! ’

Screaming and protesting against the working brain, beeping, it could only give such an instruction, because Webb had become a slave to his appetite, and could only walk to the kitchen with zombie steps.

It's best to have hot water, but forget if you don't have it...

Thinking so, he walked to the door and pulled the door open, but Webb hit his head against the wall at one point.

"Huh!?"

Who sealed the door!? Sealed with a wall!?

Webb looked up in surprise, and was greeted by a bronze color.

"What a strange wall tile."

I put my fist on the top and made a metallic sound...

"Hey, hey! I say little mster! What happened to you? ”

Then, the wall spoke... Spoken!?

Raising his head again, his head aching and dizzy, Webb almost fell from the overly violent movement, but thankfully, the 'wall' stretched out his rocky muscular arm and held him firmly.

That's when he reacted.

Where is this a wall, but simply its own servent, right?

Alexander Iskander.

His Majesty the Famous King of Conquest...

It is not a wall ...