"Now, then, let's decide how to allocate the rooms! Although according to her, we live on this floor, but we should live more together, so that we can take care of it. ”

Before Fiore could speak, Yuni took the lead in standing up, and sure enough, Fiore, the team leader, was just a decoration.

However, what Yuni said is not unreasonable, although it is almost certain that the incident in the evening was a misunderstanding, but after all, something like that happened, staying here will always be a little uneasy.

"It just so happens that there are basically two- or three-room rooms here, and you boys will open up the two three-room rooms on the left side of the corridor and live together. We girls just open up the three sets of rooms on the right and live together. Any questions?"

Yuni walked to the middle of the aisle, pointed to the door numbers on the left and right sides, and planned.

Everyone is concentrated in the middle position, and it is indeed much easier to defend, and it is also much more convenient for men and women to be distributed in such an opposition.

The only problem, though......

"That...... After all, this is someone else's place, and we can just break through other people's walls without permission, is it really okay?"

Catalia raised her hand and said weakly.

"It's okay, just let Xia Li refill the wall before leaving. ”

Yuni crossed her hands on her hips, completely ignoring Xia Li's "My spells are not for this. The rejection of the voice was directly unilaterally decided.

It's a complete dictatorship, but no one else has an opinion other than Xia Li.

"If you don't have any opinions, let's go into the room quickly! Don't play too late at night, and meet at the door at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, don't forget." ”

"Hey, my opinion, didn't I say I refused?"

Ignoring Xia Li's protests, Yuni pushed her directly into the room.

"Good night, then, everybody. ”

Amia turned, turned her back to the crowd and waved, opened the door and entered.

Without waiting for her roommates to enter the house in the next few days, Emia directly chose a corner room, walked in, locked all the doors and windows, and closed the curtains.

Rather than connecting with roommates who have only been doing it for a few days, Emia has more important things to do.

'Knock knock!'

"Emiya, are you going to rest so early?"

The knock on the door was accompanied by the sound of Fiore's inquiry.

"Well, I'm a little tired today and want to rest early. Ah~"

Omia replied softly, with a hint of tiredness in her voice, and yawned at the end of her sentence.

"Oh, since you're tired, rest early and see you tomorrow. ”

Fiore thought back to the time when he passed through the portal in the afternoon, and then thought about the time when he was almost alone in the battle, so he must have been tired.

"Good night. ”

"Since he's tired, we'll take care of the rest!"

Fiore turned to look at the two behind him and whispered. After the two nodded in agreement, the three of them walked to the master bedroom next to them.

"Whew~ Fortunately, I'm not nosy, so let's test it quickly. ”

Taking a deep breath, Amiya's eyes froze, and the furious magic flowed to her right hand.

The divine text in Emiya's right hand lit up again, and the divine power flowed out of the divine text, mixed with the magic power flowing through the right hand, and reached the palm.

A blue-blue mist appeared in Amiya's hand, and the mist gradually changed and took shape clearly, forming a blue-blue sword phantom.

Slowly closing his eyes, Amiya's brain kept recalling and imagining, and the long sword in his hand became clearer and clearer.

The carved ornament of the hilt of the sword shines with a deep light like the running of the stars, and the blade of the sword is like a cliff standing on a thousand feet, lofty and majestic, and you can feel the delicacy and dignity of this sword before it is fully formed.

The tip of the sword gradually dissolved into a physical body and began to spread throughout the blade. However, just as he was about to depict the text on the sword in detail, the long sword suddenly shattered in its entirety and disappeared into the air.

Gently moving his right hand, Amiya's face showed a hint of realization, "Is it really okay?"

The manifestation of this sword has almost succeeded, but Emia does not know what the graphics on the sword look like, which caused the collapse of the sword.

This sword was seen by Emiya in an ancient book, and along with it, there are many other swords, and Mo Ye, the most convenient cadre used by Emiya, is also two of them.

This blue-blue long sword, named Chunjun, is the purest sword worn by the legendary saint, and has the function of dodging all evils.

When he got his hands on the ancient books, he tried to project the sword on it. However, I don't know if it's because the ancient book is seriously damaged or for some reason, Emia can't project at all.

In the end, after unremitting efforts, Emiya only projected Mo Ye, a cadre who had been modified by his own imagination.

Originally, the sword in the ancient book had been forgotten by Emiya, but he didn't want to be in the middle of a battle, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration and projected it.

At that time, there was a strange force that supported Himia, letting him know what weapon to use to break through the situation, and believing that he could project success.

In the end, although he did not succeed in projecting the weapon, he was able to get out of the predicament. This strange power is the power of God.

"If this works, then the rest should be fine. ”

The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and as soon as she thought of it, Emia decided to try to see how many weapons that could not be projected before could now be projected.

However, just as she was about to project it, Amiya was stunned. His mind was blank, and he couldn't remember what was in the ancient book.

"Forget it, let it be!"

Emia shook her head helplessly and sighed.

"Let's continue to practice projection for now! at least let it take shape. ”

The magic power on Amiya's body fluctuated again.

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Yawning slightly, Amia climbed out of bed.

Last night, in order to practice, Emia slept late, but his good work and rest habits made him open his eyes at dawn.

After practicing all night last night, Amiya still couldn't fully manifest Chunjun. Everything else is fine, only the graphics on the sword body are here, so that Emiya has no way to start.

According to the legend he had checked, he tried many times, but none of them worked, and as soon as he reached the point of carving the picture and text, the sword would collapse.

Maybe the memories of the past have been thrown into the middle of nowhere, and only a few fragments remain. However, even if he wanted to look for it again, he couldn't do it now, after all, this was another world.

Gently pushing the door open, Emia prepared to go to the bathroom to wash up.

However, when he passed by the master bedroom, the scene inside made him frown.

Fiore violently smashed the walls open, but did not clean up the broken bricks.

For Emiya, who has obsessive-compulsive housework disorder, this is simply unbearable, so she can only drag her tired body and start cleaning.