-- I vaguely heard the sound of fighting. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

How many years ago was that? The memories of the past have long since become blurred under the wear and tear of fusion.

I only vaguely remember that day, by the edge of a small city, a handsome young man leaned under the dead banyan tree, laughed and said to himself,

"Zilong, long time no see."

Soon after, he decided to pledge his allegiance to him.

Allegiance to this is called Liu Bei.. It can even be said that young people who have nothing.

As for the reason?

Oh, I'm afraid I can't even remember it myself.

Maybe it's because of the other party's magnificent dreams, maybe it's because of his kindness to him, or maybe it's just because the other party's smile is so infectious that people can't help but spend their lives to follow.

Anyway, no matter what the cause is, the rest of his life has been tightly tied to this young man named Liu Bei since then

Countless battles in the south and north, countless hard struggles, countless bloody killings, and countless life-and-death struggles.

I have thought about giving up in the endless rain of arrows, and I have also had the idea of surrendering in the hosts - but after all, these cowardly years have only turned around in my mind, and they have quietly dispersed again in front of the majestic blueprint drawn by the other party.

"This body has turned into an arrow that flies out, only for that ultimate goal."

With this thought, he walked through countless battlefields in silence.

Swing with indifference, then kill the enemy with the same indifference.

There is no mercy, and there is no mercy.

In this endless, formulaic killing, even feelings fade away.

So slowly, rumors began to spread in the army.

"General Zhao Yun is not a human being, that peerless military general is actually just a cursed armor, even if the body that lives in it is just a puppet created by evil magic."

The absurd words finally reached his ears, but he turned a deaf ear to them, neither angry nor justified, and the general with the white horse and silver spear just stepped on his horse as usual and ran indifferently to the next battlefield.

Kill, kill, kill.

Day after day, year after year.

-- I used to think that I would do this repetitive thing all my life, forever.

But even if it is a cogwheel life, there will be an end one day.

-- On that day, a wildfire burned the entire camp.

From a distance, it was like a cloud in the twilight, and the red color had even burned to the sky.

In a hurry, he led his army to support, and in the face of the endless sea of fire, he kept waving his spear, and repelled wave after wave of enemies, until the blood soaked through his robes, and then he saw the old man who fled in a hurry.

-- But he no longer has the smile that seemed like sunshine at the beginning, and he no longer has the cheerfulness and heartiness that he had when he told himself about his ideals.

It seemed that just overnight, the once resolute face was covered with wrinkles, and the mouth that was chapped due to the heat was just constantly muttering.

"An army of 700,000 .... The future of Shu... The future of Shu! ”

Soon after, although he was not seriously injured in that war, the old lord could not resist the shame in his heart, and lay down in bed, and fell ill.

"Zilong, the future of Shu Kingdom is entrusted to you, please work with Mr. Zhuge to continue my dream...."

Lying on the hospital bed, the dying old man muttered.

Facing his Tuogu, he just nodded indifferently as usual.

And the thin arm that insisted on stretching out, after getting his own affirmative answer, also hung down weakly as if his wish had been fulfilled.

A few days later, he died of illness in the White Emperor City.

In the drizzle, looking at the face lying in the coffin, which was already like the bark of a tree, he was very strange, but there was no trace of sadness.

During the entire funeral, the life named Zhao Zilong did not shed even a single tear.

The surrounding soldiers whispered, saying that General Zhao Yun was really not human.

――But what does that have to do with you?

And after that, the existence of 'Zhao Zilong' went to many battlefields with Zhuge Kongming's orders.

In the same way, he killed many enemies.

But... Although the tip of the spear at the cliff corner is still sharp, although this body is still brave.

But I know that this body, and even this soul, are already old.

-- If all the hope of struggle has been lost, what will we gain even if we wave our weapons hard?

Since the sharp arrow that flew out lost its target, what was the significance of its own existence?

Mr. Zhuge who seems to be wise and close to the demon also seems to be aware of his state, and the military orders sent to the mansion are becoming fewer and fewer.

By the end, even the people who visited had all disappeared.

Now, he was left alone, sitting in the vast mansion, watching the dappled sunlight reflected on the walls.

In a trance, I went back to the past.

The young man smiled like sunshine, pointed to the vast field, and told the ambition of his dreams.

Guan Yu held his beard and complained about his brother's routine with a wry smile.

And Zhang Fei was holding the wine barrel, and he had already found a shady shade to steal Zhou Gong.

Only he was left, with a cold expressionless face, listening carefully to the declaration that had been said thousands of times, but was still far away.

-- He used to ask himself.

"Zilong, what is your ideal?"

After thinking about it carefully for a while, he said indifferently.

"It's like... No. ”

Hearing his own answer, the young man full of sunshine shouted exaggeratedly as if he had seen something incredible.

"How is that possible? How can a person not have ideals? ”

After pondering for a while, the young man lifted his feet, laughed and patted himself on the shoulder.

"You haven't found it yet, have you? In this way, from now on, my ideal will be your ideal for the time being, and before you find your true dream, let's replace him first! ”

-- And then he fought until now.

- But ..... What's the point of recalling these things now?

Leaning back in the rocking chair tiredly and sighing, the general of the white horse and silver spear closed his eyes and let the aging brain fall to sleep.

- So, Zhao Yun, what is your dream?

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--Open your eyes and wake up from the eternal dream.

"Lancer, what's wrong with you?"

Sitting in the empty carriage, Karena turned her head and asked Zhou You very strangely.

"Ah, nothing, Master, just now.... I just accidentally had a dream. ”

Randomly wiping the liquid that seemed to be tears from the corners of his eyes, someone looked at the scenery outside the car window in a little confusion.

There, countless scenery rushed by, high-rise buildings and small crowds all turned into one phantom after another, and the mediocre beings just poked their heads in the field of vision, and were ruthlessly left behind by the running train.

"Now, Master..."Zhou You looked at the familiar scenery and suddenly whispered to the girl beside him. Your dreams... What is it? ”

"Dreams? It's not like you can say it.... Lancer, what's wrong? Your status..."Karena asked with some confusion as she looked at Zhou You, who was staring out of the car. "Something seems wrong?"

Zhou You tilted his head, sighed softly, withdrew his gaze from the car window, turned around, and looked at his master.

"Maste, don't worry, I just... I dreamed of an idiot. Someone hung his head and gave him a peculiar expression. But you haven't answered me, noble princess, your dreams.... And what is it? ”

"My dream?" Karena closed her eyes and thought carefully for a few seconds. "It's like... No, I don't. ”

The beautiful lady's caring voice suddenly became extremely indifferent again.

"Also not? Oh, I now understand why you were able to summon Zhao Yun, Master—in some ways, you two are exactly the same. After hearing the familiar answer, Zhou You froze for a moment, as if he had finally found his own character, and suddenly burst out laughing. So Karena, what about your goals? I mean, since you live in this world, you have to have a goal, right? ”

"—or what are you doing in search of the Holy Grail?"

......

....

There was a long silence.

Looking at the Master who was lost in thought, Zhou You smiled understandingly, and did not urge the other party to answer, he just turned his head and continued to look at the speeding scenery.

"yes, target." I don't know how long it took for the noble princess to sigh lightly and say slowly. "As a human being, you should always have a goal."

"Well, then, my goal is—" The indifferent lady raised her head, revealing a cold but determined face. Kill all the remaining remnants of the Tsar - including myself. ”

"It's... It is also the wish that I will make to the Holy Grail. ”

.......

.....

Once again, the dialogue between the two sides has come to a standstill.

"Heh, it seems that Your Royal Highness the princess, you also have an unknown past." Someone smiled, but didn't dig deeper. "Well, it's like it's been agreed before, Master, I'm not going to prepare for your past, you and I are strangers, and now it's just because of a common goal, being forcibly walked together, so..."

"And Lancer, what are you fighting for?"

A voice as cold as spring water suddenly interrupted Zhou You's words.

"Lancer, what are you fighting for? A dream, or a goal? As if afraid that the other party would not hear, the honorable princess repeated her own words again. I remember that there is an old saying in China - it is called "going but not coming, and it is indecent", right? So should you answer my question as well? ”

Karena raised her dark blue eyes, which had no emotion, and stared at her servant as if she were pressing.

After being stunned for a moment, someone shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Ahem, it looks like I'm digging my own grave this time..."

Looking at the other party's sworn eyes, Zhou You covered his forehead and suddenly said self-deprecatingly.

"Well, Your Highness, as you wish."

Someone whispered in a casual tone as if they didn't care.

"Zhao Zilong wants to find his dream of being a human being...."

"In my last life, I just wanted to live in peace."

The voice grew deeper, and finally, it had become a whisper.

"As for now........."

"...... sting" - a sharp voice sounded.

- Suddenly, a loud braking noise drowned out all the words.

"The train has arrived at the final station, please follow the order and get off the train in turn..."

The destination of this trip has arrived.