The night is as cool as water

Artoria galloped through the night, with trees and little light, and it was impossible for ordinary people to walk in such an environment. But for Artoria, it didn't stand in the way.

Although Alice Phil is still at ease, Artoria can't refuse the other party's request, so she can only set off to find Kiritsugu as the other party wishes.

Because of the contractual relationship, Artoria and Emiya Kiritsugu have always been able to sense each other's locations, so Artoria is not worried about the whereabouts of the other party.

It's just that Artoria is still thinking about Alice Phil's words. There were many things she didn't understand, but she could feel the woman's feelings.

Desperate and resolute.

Artoria didn't quite understand, because she didn't know much, and although she could read the mood of most people, she didn't have the ability to predict the future. But that didn't change her sense of Alice Fair.

Some people have a charisma that doesn't require you to understand her in order to make you feel good about them.

It is difficult to understand each other, everyone has their own ideas and positions, and it is difficult to fully understand each other.

Like Artoria herself, since the Arthurian dynasty, there are not many people who can understand her?

The city lights of steel are bright and green, and the drunken gold fans...

Japan in '88 was the last year of Emperor Showa's rule, but by this time Japan was already the world's largest creditor, and the role of Tokyo's international financial market was gradually expanding. As a result, Fuyuki City is also evolving into a modern metropolis, and although it is not as prosperous as an international capital like Tokyo, the night scene of Fuyuki City is also very prosperous in this era.

Artoria slowly followed the guidance of the contract to the center of the city, and looked at the bustling crowd around her, Artoria couldn't help frowning. She has always disliked the chaotic environment, even if she once stood on the top of the world, stood at the peak of power, and enjoyed the worship of thousands of people. But Artoria doesn't like this, supreme power may be addictive, supreme status may be intoxicating, but Artoria in this world can't be tempted anyway.

It doesn't matter what noble sentiments are, the righteousness is awe-inspiring, but this world and this body are destined to be unable to break for this earthly thing. The identity of "King Arthur" is recognized by the world as a sacred, transcendent image. Therefore, for the self who has taken this identity, he is also destined to have that transcendent state of mind.

"Boom~~~~"

Just as Artoria was moving in the direction of the contract, an explosion was heard in the distance, followed by a mournful sound as the reinforced concrete began to fall apart.

"That's..."

I saw that not far from her, the Hyatt Regency Fuyuki, a high-rise hotel with a height of more than 150 meters, maintained a self-reliant posture, as if it had collapsed as if it had been sucked into the ground, because all the exterior walls collapsed inward, not a single piece of debris entered the outside, only because the dust generated by the collapse annihilated the surrounding streets.

Directional blasting! It is not difficult for those who know the goods to recognize this advanced blasting technique, which is mainly used to destroy large high-rise buildings, by destroying load-bearing walls and key pillars to make the building press inward due to its own weight. Use a minimum amount of explosives to achieve complete destruction. But for Artoria, who was clearly not familiar with the technique, it was just a small pastime.

"An extra show for the Holy Grail War?" looked at the dusty front, and Artoria smiled at the corners of her mouth.

"This kind of attack is only possible for my master, who is dubbed the 'Magician Killer', to do it! After all, judging from what I have learned, it is a despicable person who will do whatever it takes to achieve his ends. ”

The ruthless killer who tarnished the glory of magic in the eyes of all magicians. He is the only one who would do such a thing at this time.

Artoria may not say that she is disgusted with what Emiya Kiritsugu has done, and his code of conduct, but she definitely does not appreciate it.

After all, even if she had experienced a lot of intrigues, or even if she was in her position back then, and the historical environment in which the whole of Britain lived, she could not avoid falling into the whirlpool of conspiracy.

However, it is difficult for everyone to really match what they really like, especially when they can't help themselves. Sometimes, if you don't compromise, you have to disappear into the dust of history, and you have no choice.

But the reputation of the noble knight king has been passed down on a basis.

Artoria, who was walking in the direction of the collapsed building, suddenly stopped and looked at a small alley not far away.

There was a very strange feeling for her, a little familiar, but for a while she couldn't remember what it was like.

.....................................

If the role of the moonlight is to make the endless dark night as bright as possible, then the dark cloud is the messenger of darkness, and it is commanded to block the source of light layer by layer. Tonight's weather is the right interpretation of this sentence, it is a dark cloud...

Moonless Night

"It's... Where?"

The boy, who had been staggering forward as if sleepwalking, suddenly stopped, slowly opened his confused eyes, and the boy shook his drowsy head vigorously, and his golden pupils looked around.

'Isn't it at home...'

The boy's current thinking was not enough to comprehend the environment he was in, and he didn't know why he was here when he was sleeping a moment ago. Maybe it's just a dream, and I've experienced many such dreams in the past.

"Hulala~"

A swishing wind swept across the boy's face, perhaps because of the fine sand, and the boy couldn't help but half-squint his eyes and bow his head.

'Strange... '

When the wind stopped, the boy looked up and found a strange person standing in the street that had been empty in front of him.

As for why it's weird, it's probably because it's so different from ordinary people.

The strange figure in front of him, dressed in an ancient luxurious robe, was dotted with blood-like crimson patterns on the pitch-black texture, and his unusually large eyes were easily reminiscent of nocturnal animals. In short, it doesn't seem to be a normal person's dress anyway. But things in dreams are always so strange, even the more bizarre dreams, the boy has had them.

"Will you wake up on the way... Well, it turned out to be a person with talents, although the magic in the body is thin and pitiful, but it is always different from ordinary people. The strange man was only slightly puzzled by his hypnotic failure, and then relieved. Indeed, just the amount of an ordinary child is not enough for people with magical talents.

"You're... The devil?"

The boy still thinks that this is just a nightmare, and if it is a nightmare, then there must be ghosts. The man in front of him is the best candidate for the opposite angle in the boy's opinion. So ugly... Isn't it all described on TV like this, bad guys, it should be ugly.

"Devil? no, I'm... Whoever came with you to play..."

The very long tone made people feel drowsy, and the man's ethereal voice contained a deadly temptation.

In Greek mythology, there was a monster with a human head and a bird's body called a sairen. Their sweet singing often caused passing sailors to lose their minds, lose their way, and lose their minds, resulting in drowning and the ship running aground and sinking.

And the man's voice gave people a very similar feeling.

"Play?"

If anyone is present, you will find that the boy will talk more often than ever.

"yes... Let's play......"

The man was like a very patient elder, and he extended his inviting hand to the boy like a loving father.