dhibooks Chapter 25
Chapter 25
Matou Zouken hadn't seen his Servant for three full days, since that day he took away that stack of books, and locked himself in his own inherent barrier.There is no way to enter the Heroic Spirit's inherent barrier, and he is not willing to use the Command Seal in his hand just to see his Servant, so he can only wipe his face and swallow the blood he was about to spit out bitterly. In the belly, dragging the old body, release the emissary to fight alone.
His real opponents are only Einzbern and Tohsaka. Before that, the three of them have reached an agreement to cooperate with each other to deal with the remaining four participants.
The Archer summoned by Einzbern, the Saber summoned by Tohsaka, and the Berserker summoned by him are all the last cards hidden by each other. In the process of cleaning up the rest of the participants, only Saber was slightly exposed After a few symbolic slaps, he disappeared.
Until now, three days after the start of the war, with the best-hidden Assassin and his master falling under the siege of the three families, the final battle finally kicked off.
The current patriarch of the Tohsaka family, Tohsaka Sato, used fire magic to clean up Assassin's body, and smiled politely: "I'm very tired today, how about a truce for a day?" To show his sincerity, he deliberately stepped back He took two steps and spread his hands in a harmless gesture.
If you don't look at the corpse with only a handful of ashes left on the ground, he can really be called a model of gentlemanly demeanor.
Matou Zouken nodded with a smile, and acquiesced to his proposal. As the oldest of the participants, he has been dutifully playing the image of a gentle and stern old man. The two opponents.
Tohsaka Sato inherited the Tohsaka family's magic circuit. Even though his talent and ability can only be regarded as mediocre, he still relied on his tenacious perseverance to get to where he is today. With the Saber bonus at a glance, he is definitely a Very difficult character.
"Hmph!" The mocking sneer came from the blond young man standing far away with his arms around his hands. He had the typical characteristics of a Germanic from Europe, and his slightly thin lips made him look a bit mean and ruthless.
However, this is indeed the case. If it wasn't for Leon von Einzbern who was carrying the Lesser Holy Grail as a talisman, Zouken Matou and Sato Tohsaka would probably not hesitate to do it after dealing with Assassin. He also dealt with it.Since he thinks he is holding the Little Holy Grail and Archer, he is arrogant and regards the Holy Grail as something in his pocket. He is arrogant but does not have enough ability to match it. To a certain extent, it is really annoying.
At this moment, the thoughts of Matou Zouken and Tohsaka Sato were on the same track.
But no matter how stupid he was, Leon was not arrogant enough to think that he could fight two against one, so he snorted coldly, turned his head and acquiesced in the truce proposal.
"Then, I will take my leave now." Tohsaka Saren adjusted his wine-red suit, struck the ground with his cane, activated the magic mechanism on his body, and left in a gust of wind.
As for Matou Zouken, at the same second that Tohsaka Saren left, he quietly disappeared into the shadows.Although his Servant value is high, his mana consumption is also one of the highest, and with the encirclement and suppression of Rider, he is quite exhausted now.
It was already midnight when he got home, and the big house of the Jiantong family was silent. Zouyan Jiantong looked around, and it was as empty as ever—in order to avoid unnecessary casualties, he fired all the servants in advance, and put the All his children were sent to a safe place just in case.
And his heroic spirit is now staying in the inherent barrier for the fourth consecutive day without any news. If there is no large amount of magic power that has been continuously drawn from his magic circuit, he will probably think that his Servant has been sent back by someone. Heroes seat.
Cautiously opened the enchantment restriction in the house, Matou Zouyan lay on the bed in his clothes, closed his eyes and relaxed his tense spirit. At this moment, his face was full of aging, and his body was maintained by magic power. The high-intensity battle is no longer sustainable, and if he still fails to obtain the Holy Grail this time, he will have to resort to the last resort, which is to completely transform himself into the form of a bug in order to seek a longer life.
He unconsciously rubbed the Command Seal on the back of his hand, this action became a habit of his, and it seemed to give him much comfort when he was in a state of anxiety.Under this kind of self-comfort, he gradually fell into a light sleep.
It is also the night in the inherent enchantment, and the stars made up of bright pearls in the sky are so beautiful that people can't move their eyes away. Kyogoku fell asleep after being drunk, and Diarmui watched helplessly as he majesticly occupied his thigh as a pillow and had no eyes at all. Those who moved away could only maintain the awkward posture of sitting and leaning for a short rest.
A maid came in on tiptoe, holding a heavy fox fur in her hand, and stood a few steps in front of the soft couch where Kyogokuhiko was lying, with a slightly awkward look on her delicately made-up face, although she was so pretentious that she couldn't bear it. She stared at her, but it was not her original intention - it was not easy for a figurine carved from jade to make such an expression.
No one can understand His Majesty's temper better than this group of servants who served him before and after his life and death, so he dared not take a half step forward while holding a fox fur in his hand, for fear of disturbing His Majesty's sleep and end up being dragged down and killed with a stick.
"Give it to me." Diarmuid reached out and took the fox fur. The fiery red fox fur is much thinner than it looks, and there is an inexplicable fragrance coming out. It unfolded and draped on Kyogokuhiko, just to cover it. Kyogokuhiko frowned slightly in his sleep, and lay down on Diarmuid's knee, revealing a small half of his pale face, and the corners of his eyes were flushed as if there were still tears.
Although from the beginning to the end, he only shed a few tears, and restrained all his emotions.
Diarmuid unconsciously picked up a strand of black hair scattered on Kyogokuhiko's shoulder to play with. The long hair that was tightly tied up to his waist in the past, pure black like a waterfall passing through his fingers, is completely opposite to the owner's temperament and gentleness. Soft, with a little childlike fluff.
Sometimes this person is really childish, like a cat grinding its claws on you, with a vicious smile and arrogance, but sometimes it is deep and terrifying, like a tiger and leopard that wants to eat people, not moving Sensuality is extremely dangerous.
What kind of person is Kyogokuhiko?Diarmuid, who had nothing to do all day and could only stay in the inherent barrier, couldn't help thinking about this question.
Extremely keen insight and action, coupled with a smooth life without any obstacles, have created an extremely willful emperor who almost walks on the edge of a tyrant.But he couldn't deny the charisma of Kyogokuhiko, which is totally different from Mr. Finn's. He is overbearing and confident but not self-willed. If he was summoned by him at the beginning, he probably wouldn't be able to leave behind that kind of charm. Deeply sorry.
The long black hair is wrapped around the fingertips, and the ends of the hair are still a little wet from the morning dew, and the magic has given it the sweet fragrance of honey. For some reason, he suddenly has a bad idea, and Diarmuid carefully parted a few strands of long hair Trying to braid it clumsily, the soft and docile black hair gradually showed the shape of a small braid under his hands. Kyogokuhiko seemed to feel it in his sleep, moved his head and let out a few soft hums, but with a bit of alcohol The lazy voice was not deterrent, but it made Diarmuid even more aggressive. He broke up the semi-finished products in his hands, starting from the broken hair at the temples, and braided it all the way to his waist. His black hair was a bit inconspicuous, and Diarmuid's thin lips curled up, looking forward to what Kyogokuhiko would see when he woke up.
At this moment, in Kyogokuhiko's dream, it was snowing heavily in a foreign country in winter. From the perspective of a bystander, he watched the life of a man named Matou Zouken.
That man was born in a distant and cold country, and he lived a comfortable life in a famous demon family since he was a child, but at some point or for some reason, he suddenly made a grand ambition to eradicate all the ugliness in this world. Ideal, he accepted the magic engraving passed down from generation to generation early in the family, and traveled around the world with his bags on his back in search of miracles that could realize his long-cherished wish.
He traveled all over the world, filled with hope again and again, and returned disappointed again and again. More than ten years passed by in such a hurry. The flame never went out.
When he knocked on the gate of Einzbern Castle in Germany, luck finally smiled on him.It was the holy grail of miracles, it took countless days and nights to attach to it a forbidden technique that the family never passed on, sacrificing the only woman in his life that made him feel throbbing, the holy grail of miracles.
Therefore, we must obtain it at all costs. Even if the body has decayed in the ruthless years, the soul is still burning, and the old friends who fought with him have passed away, but he is still stubbornly sticking to the years. Live, live at all costs, and then obtain the Holy Grail, eradicate the malice in this world.
If you want to live, you have to live forever, even if you become a bug, even if your family declines, you still have to live.This kind of obsession has supported him through hundreds of years, and even his dreams are the shadow of the Holy Grail.
Kyogokuhiko looked at the appearance of the old man obsessively holding the holy grail in the dream and refused to let go, and he sneered in his heart. No matter how well-intentioned the vision of the human heart is, once it is repeatedly washed by the years, it will eventually change, even if not immediately. It will be ten years, 20 years later, and even now he can imagine Matou Zouken being swallowed by his own desires and completely lost in the darkness.
He heard Matou Zouken's voice resounding in the dream, like repeated knocking outside the glass cover, "In the name of Command Spell, appear beside me, Berserker!", so he knew that it was time to come to this place Time for the boring dreams to end.
Diarmuid saw Kyogokuhiko open his eyes in a half-dream and half-awake state, grabbing his hand that was braiding the second braid, and smiled lazily: "If you commit such a crime, you should be dragged down and beaten up." Kyogokuhiko is not in a hurry, the stable law of magic power transmitted from the other side of the command spell shows that Matou Zouken is still alive and well, and can wait a little longer.
Kyogokuhiko sat up and glanced at Diarmuid, "I'll take care of you when I come back." He said frivolously, but Diarmuid didn't take it seriously either, and raised his eyebrows provocatively: "I'm waiting for you."
Kyogokuhiko is not annoyed either, Diarmuid is currently in his favor, and occasionally he can do extra fun if he doesn't obey the rules. His Majesty has always been more indulgent to those he favors.
Therefore, the anger of being forced to wake up without enough sleep can only be felt by Matou Zouken.
The young man dissipated into pieces of gold, and he did not forget to take away a jar of fine wine. His long hair was loose and his clothes were half-opened. With a flick of his bright red fox fur, he blocked the incoming sharp arrows. His eyebrows and eyes soaked in the smell of wine appeared Strange color.
Matou Zouyan fell down at his feet, still in a state of shock, panting heavily, with bruised veins on his face, the engraving worms were repairing the damaged internal organs and magic circuits under his blood vessels.
"Looking at it now, it's good for you to die here." The white porcelain wine jar was smashed to pieces on the ground, and the wine spread a faint blue flame on the ground, scorching to cover the sky and the sun.