Outside, the weather was exceptionally cold, and clouds as white as snowflakes floated in the sky when the snow stopped.

There is a room in a villa-like castle built in the forest, near the road on the left.

The dry air absorbs the mist exhaled, and the burning fireplace brings warmth to the room.

Facing the large window where the door was placed, under a beige mosquito net, there was a white-haired girl lying on a brown sheet.

The expression on her face was as happy as that of a child who had received candy, and she reached out and held Natsume tightly as she sat on the edge of the bed.

How long does it take? As soon as they met, they were attracted to this unfortunate person, and even if they were clinged to by her unfamiliarly, they didn't feel the slightest disgust.

Android.

Even if he has learned his identity, this person does not have the slightest pain and dissatisfaction, but is like an ordinary person, and feels that Shijie is actually a beautiful haode.

This kind of thinking is stupid.

Natsume wanted to tell the other party, but after seeing this person's smile, he closed his mouth, and really shouldn't say it?

Glancing at the endless forest sea outside, she looked back at the girl in front of her, her snow-white hair shining like snow in the light.

This is the same as the one in Natsume's impression called Alice Phil. Feng. The people of Einzbelen are different.

There are some differences.

The weak body, the slightly pale expression, the age is only about sixteen years old.

That's too small.

And most importantly, this shijie is not called Ilya.

Has anything changed? Or is something broken?

Thinking. The cold right hand in the past is good at this moment, and the other party's ten fingers are clasped. You can feel the warmth of each other.

"It's time to go."

Alice Phil, who was no different from the girl, said. Slowly work your way up from the bed.

If you're sick, you should lie down, Natsume stuck the words in her throat and pulled her up as she wanted.

"Yes, it's time to go, I have something to give me, master."

"Well, I heard it's a prop used to summon the Servant."

"Let's go."

Be the first to walk out and want to wait outside the door for the other person to change their clothes.

"Wait, I haven't seen you in a long time. Can't you stay a little longer? ”

Stopping, Natsume turned his head to look at the other party, and Zuihou shook his head.

Based on the history of this shijie, the left and right twelfth ribs of his flank were removed. The ribs that were taken out were ground into powder, and then condensed with soul engineering, and sealed into sixty-six bullets as a bullet core, so it was a waste of time and a waste of life, and Alice Phil would also die in Zuihou.

She wasn't the one she knew, so this kind of action wasn't ruthless.

The most important thing now is to complete the task.

In the midst of the Holy Grail War. Kill all the magicians who participated in the competition and become the ultimate winner.

Since it is a holy grail that can fulfill all wishes. So is it okay to let yourself leave this shijie and reset your previous life?

The self who longs for a different future, and the one behind the door who longs for the same future.

Is it a parallel line?

With a wry smile, Natsume took off the big knife behind his back and put it on Cai's side, and it was always very inconvenient to carry it between rooms.

After waiting for less than half an hour, the girl who opened the door came out of it, and after taking off her pajamas, she put on a feather robe with pure white fluff.

Her neatly combed hair was draped over her shoulders, and her slender fingers were pulling at the doorknob to close it.

Then, when Alice Phil tried to get closer, Natsume moved a distance to the side, keeping a step away from her.

Kindness? Alice Phil, who tilted her head, withdrew her hand that was propped up in the air, but Zuihou leaned over and hugged it tightly with her left hand, which bypassed Natsume's right arm.

"Grandpa Ahad is over the altar."

"Let's go, remember to go through the cloister."

As he walked towards Alice Fell, he saw a relatively new painting on the painted window as he passed through the cloister.

There was a picture of Lisray Heyussa, the winter saint of the House of Ainsbelen, and the two magicians who served on her left and right, and they looked a little ridiculous as they reached for the Holy Grail.

Ignoring this, the two of them came to the door at a faster pace.

"Grandpa Ahad is waiting for us inside."

"Are you ready?"

"It's been a long time since I'm still ready."

Again with that smile that is too happy and normal, it won't last long.

Pushing open the door and standing next to the altar, the old magician of the Winter City Lord was waiting for Kiritsugu and Alice Fell in front of the altar.

The man with a white beard like a waterfall is the current head of Einzbelen, Yubstaku. Haid. Feng. Einzbelen.

Since inheriting the throne of the eighth patriarch, he has been commonly known as Ahad. By continuing to live for almost two centuries. Led the Einzberen family from the Holy Grail quest to the post-Holy Grail War.

Seeing the two, Ahad stared at Natsume, who was walking ahead.

"The relics that people used to look for in Cornwall have finally arrived this morning, and this is the greatest aid Einzberen has given you, and you know what to do when it comes to summoning the Servant."

Hand a box to Natsume, the box containing the relics was about half a person tall and not heavy.

When you open it on the table, you will see a scabbard.

Gold and decorated with dazzling blue enamel, such luxurious equipment is not so much a weapon as a treasure that shows the majesty of a nobleman, such as a crown and a wat staff. The inscription carved in the center is a long-lost elven script, proving that the scabbard was a handicraft made by non-human hands.

Legend has it that this scabbard can heal the bearer just by fitting it on the body; Aging can be stagnant, of course, provided that its original owner provides it with magic.

In other words, if it is used by the summoned Heroic Spirit, it can also be used as a treasure of the Master.

Moreover, this is undoubtedly a relic of the legendary knight king Arthur that has been passed down since the ancient Middle Ages.

Fighting is not the current style, and sneak attacks from behind and long-range firearms attacks are the most important means.

In front of the knights, this kind of thing must be regarded as 'failure' and 'despicability'.

After all, as a magician killer, sniping without being noticed is the king. Especially when fighting to the death.

If you attack, you should destroy the enemy more efficiently from behind or while the enemy is asleep, without having to choose a time and place.

Will that noble knight accompany me in such a battle?

As with irony, there is a bit of mockery in it. (To be continued......)