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This smell is not very good, as an invisible decoration to decorate the space, it can only be said to be third-rate. It is this rough burning smell that fills the air and makes the already monotonous space even more unacceptable.

Tsukahara didn't think it was the hotel's room service.

No matter what kind of hotel service it is, it probably won't provide incense.

Even if it is provided, it will not sneak into the guest's room without permission.

Take 10,000 steps back and say, even if the hotel will sneak into the guest's room to place incense, it will definitely not use such a rough thing to smash its own signboard.

That......

What is it?

Tsukahara Mingshi's mind gradually came to his senses, and he barely got up from his sleepy state.

The body is light and fluttering, and there is no feeling of belonging to oneself. It's as if it doesn't exist, it's something you can't see or touch, like air, and it's hard to tell the difference between it and the dry smell of burning.

The space around it changes.

The scenery in the field of vision is not the rigid and boring rooms of the hotel, but rather the exquisite plain white walls, with gold-framed landscape paintings, which is a special taste. The table is made of mahogany and wood, and compared with the plain white of the walls, the three-dimensional effect is more prominent, and the clean table top is lined with beautiful and delicate knick-knacks, and next to the finely carved woodwork, there are small things carved out of shells and stones that cannot be named.

Simple, but not shabby.

"Here...... What is it?"

Tsukahara looked around strangely.

No, it was a bit wrong to say that he was looking at it, because he couldn't feel his entity now, just thought: "I want to shake my head left and right", so the vision naturally deflected left and right, but there was no sensory feedback that actually turned his neck, and there was no trace of his vocal cords vibrating because of the pronunciation.

"Transferred by space - travel to another world...... Well...... Even I wouldn't think of such an unreliable thing. Dreams?"

Tsukahara Mingshi smiled bitterly and denied his very juvenile thoughts, and finally gave the most reliable conclusion.

Dreams, but very consistent.

One thing is strange, though.

In dreams, does it feel so real?

Moreover, "dreams are thoughts in the heart", I have never thought of such an elegant European-style room! Why did I dream of it?

For Tsukahara Mingshi, Japanese tatami mats are a hundred times better than European-style apartments, and comic books and video game consoles are ten thousand times better than incense and wood carvings. If this is really your dream, it should be a Japanese-style tatami room full of manga and games!

In a ridiculous way, he came up with the fact that he was in a dream.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound from the doorknob, and two delicate wooden doors rubbed against each other, making a clear sound.

"Ah, somebody......"

Before Tsukahara could decide whether he should hide and see the situation, or should he hurry up and ask the reason for the incident, everything came too quickly, and he saw a girl in a goose yellow dress walk in around the door.

The pace is graceful, slow and elegant. Soft eyebrows, clean and gentle.

Probably the eldest lady of the family, right? The attendants were all traditional European-style maids, who bowed their heads with respect, pinched the plain blue skirt with pure white gloves, squatted obediently, and with enough humility and strong enough hints, they brought the girl into the room, and then closed the door......

Boom.

The sound of the door was not loud, but it was particularly harsh in the quiet space.

Seems...... It was as if the girl was going to be imprisoned in the room forever, and the door made a loud noise.

The girl in an elegant long dress has long, ripe brown hair that makes people feel excited, and there is a lingering gloomy look between her beautiful eyebrows. Her posture is upright, her temperament is dignified, like the dome of the sky, giving people the beauty of washing body and mind.

And the gloomy look on her face was a dark cloud that obscured the blue sky.

"arhcer?!lohia?!"

Tsukahara couldn't help but scream.

He had seen this girl's appearance many times.

Maybe slightly different in temperament, but ......

That's the face of Archer, without a doubt.

(What's going on?)

(Why is there an archer's face in my dreams?)

Tsukahara Mingshi stared blankly at the girl.

(Yes...... Sisters? No, it can't be, right?)

The girl did not respond to Tsukahara's exclamation, as if he did not exist in this space, she slowly sat down at the table and arranged her hair in the mirror, her white fingers sweeping her hair like a harp.

Her gaze was not fixed on her own face in the mirror, and she was casually playing with her hair, and her eyes were always locked on the trinkets on the table.

There are delicate wood carvings, and there are small handicrafts that combine shells and stones.

Simple, but not shabby.

(Is that something that's important to her?)

Tsukahara Mingshi seemed to understand something, silently staring at the girl in a daze, in this wonderful dream, he and the girl in the dream, sitting wordlessly.

Deathly silence.

“archer……”

Tsukahara muttered the name.

He wanted to come up and talk.

However, before he could act, his vision was suddenly blurred, and the unsightly circular outline of the modern electric lamp on the ceiling of the hotel gradually became clear.

"Dream ...... Are you awake?"

He muttered.

Stay up all night waiting for Archer's battle report, and ...... Bearing the impact of the master-servant contract, Tsukahara Mingshi consumed too much energy last night, and some sluggish spirit made him yawn and slowly sit up from the bed.

"Why...... Would I dream of Archer?"

He muttered.

Seem...... I seem to know that it is coming......

Tsukahara Mingshi suddenly "thought".

Occasionally, this happens between the Master and the Heroic Spirit.

Through contact, the Master will spy on the Heroic Spirit's life and learn about the Heroic Spirit's memories.

That is......

"That's ...... Lohia's past?"

In this regard, the Holy Grail Society will give both the Master and the Heroic Spirit common sense.

Of course, Tsukahara didn't know that in the Holy Grail Wars of the past dynasties, the Holy Grail could only give common sense to the servants who were summoned.

Give the Master common sense, that's a completely different realm.

Even the Holy Grail doesn't have this ability.

For example, Shirou Emiya of the Fifth Holy Grail War, after he became the Master, still didn't know anything about the Holy Grail War, this is the best example. For the first time, the Holy Grail can only give common sense to the spirits it has summoned and exert its influence on the living masters.

In this way, it seems that the Holy Grail in the past will not directly sound in the Master's mind, as if the voice of the Holy Grail War has begun.

If you change to Carl, you might be able to find a problem. It's a pity that Tsukahara didn't notice this, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Now his attention is all focused on one person.

The owner of the boring room before, the body of the beautiful girl who was frowning.

"Feeling...... It's a little sad......"

There was a deep sadness on the girl's face, Lohia......

The elegant room is not so much a girl's boudoir......

"Yes...... Luxurious prison?"

Tsukahara vaguely understood something.

(Master, are you calling me?)

Suddenly, Tsukahara Mingshi's voice exploded in his head.

"Ah...... No, sorry, it's fine. ”

(Hmm.) ）

"Archer, what are you doing?"

(Join Carl in trying out new weapons in the forest.) ）

With Carl?

Tsukahara Mingshi was slightly happy in his heart, it seems that the relationship between the two has eased!

It seems that the choice I made yesterday was really correct!!

Thinking of this, Tsukahara Mingshi was happy in his heart.

"I see, then I'll go and have a little dinner and sober up. ”

(Well, have fun.) I'll go back right away. ）

Pleasant?

Tsukahara smiled bitterly.

When I saw the dream I just had, how should I show a happy expression?