——The vortex was rolled up.

Sin, the evil in this world, flows and increases, chains and changes, and vortexes.

Glutty**Strong desire, depression, anger, laziness, hypocrisy, arrogance, jealousy, and jealousy, and over and over again, germination and rolling up vortex.

Rebellion, intimidation, rape, destruction, seven deadly crimes, coercion, theft, fugitive, false accusation, arson, insult, disrespect, disrespect, abduction, abduction, abduction, abortion, abortion, abortion, abortion, abortion, abortion, abortion, abortion, abortion, abortion, abortion, abduction, perjury, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, abduction, ab

“——!?”

The sound of the curse was circling. There was something that shouldn't exist here. In a negative curse, a voice said loudly, "Holy Grail!"

Impossible. There is no right or affirmation in this vortex of resentment and curse. Because everything is determined that everything is ugly and hateful, this word cannot appear here-

——But the voice clearly declared again, that's exactly.

That's exactly what the world is. Since the facts are already in front of you, why sigh again? Why are you surprised again?

“——!?”??

The cursed voice asked.

What is right?

Who can fulfill his wish? Who can allow it? Who can bear the sin?

Facing the bombshell from the Dark Head - the answer to it was indeed a contemptuous ridicule.

Stupid question. There is no need to ask.

The Holy Grail comes to fulfill my wish, and I allow no one to bear sin.

“——!?”

The Holy Grail asked, Who are you?

But while asking questions, it finds itself contradictory.

In this place where "realizing your wish" is absolutely not allowed, the Holy Grail believes that he will have doubts. How is that possible?

That is—man—the spirit of all things, a unique existence.

His name is - master "Mo Huai."

??

"It's me!"

With the droplets, the black mud broke into pieces. The foreign objects that could not be digested even with all their resentment appeared from the Holy Grail.

Amid the burning ruins, a petite figure stood on the ground again.

The body with a perfect golden ratio is no longer a spirit body as a heroic spirit period, but a real body. After Saber's death, Mo Huai forcibly controlled the vitality of the Holy Grail to resurrect it, and as a result, a heroic spirit achieved the return of the body to the world.

Even standing in the middle of the scorching hell, the majesty emitted by the king made the surrounding flames dare not approach. Saber stood quietly in place, and at the same time mocked himself.

"—I was betrayed again. I am such a stupid king."

But this is not bad - after touching the new ** he unexpectedly obtained, Saber felt very satisfied, and his eyes looked at Mo Huai with a tenderness. When he was betrayed many times, Mo Huai actually saved her with the Holy Grail.

"Since the demise of Britain has become history, the Holy Grail has been used... Humph, the previous tests are boring enough. But well, if you are dissatisfied, I will join you."

Although I felt it was very troublesome, since this was the invitation Mo Huai sent to him and he was homeless, following Mo Huai was also a good choice. Saber smiled bitterly again as a knight king.

"All the color rvants have been eliminated, and the only thing left is to follow me. Do you understand this? saber."

“…”

Saber stared at Mo Huai's red eyes.

"I'm glad that your choice is, you won't be disappointed - saber, is exactly what you desire."

The hell of the Red Lotus. The screams that came into his ears with the wind. The dancing tongue of flames. Saber nodded.

The next day

All channels on TV are reporting news about the fire in Shindu, Touki last night.

Today, the breakfast table at Makeki's house is also shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.

The dining table with one missing person was a little empty. The male guest who had been staying at home for these days returned to China yesterday due to an emergency. He asked Weber to thank them for their care these days and apologized for his hastily unable to say goodbye to them.

"The man has already gone home..."

Mrs. Masa murmured with concern, while Webber nodded as if comforting her.

"He called from the airport early this morning. Really, he didn't know whether he was considering the jet lag."

Weber was lying in a vain. But in fact, even he was surprised by his shamelessness.

"Have he called? I didn't notice it at all. Haha, but this is what he does."

He smiled softly and nodded, the lady turned her gaze back to the TV screen, and her expression became gloomy again.

"...Although it's a bit regretful, it's been a constant riot recently. But maybe this is not a completely bad thing, at least those insincere tourists may change and form."

“…”

Looking at the miserable fields burned naked on the TV screen, Weber couldn't help feeling ashamed.

But there will never be similar tragedy in the future. Although it was closed in the worst way, Mo Huai used the power of the Holy Grail to restore everything to its original state. The fourth cup victory war, which sacrificed countless innocent people, had completely ended last night.

Looking back at the tragic situation at that time - he even felt that it was a miracle that he could live now.

"That, grandpa, grandma, I have something I want to discuss with you, okay?"

Hearing a slightly different voice from usual, the old couple put down the coffee they were drinking in their hands.

"What's wrong?"

"Well, actually... I want to take a break for a while. This is also the decision I made after discussing with my father in Toronto. I want to do something else now than school homework."

"oh oh."

"Oh my god."

Suddenly, when the old couple heard their grandson’s unexpected speech, they couldn’t help but widen their eyes.

"But why is it so sudden... Could it be that I hate going to school, right?"

"No. It's just... I haven't become interested in anything other than learning so I feel a little regretful. So... Well, I want to travel. I want to visit the outside world. In this way, I can learn more and more before deciding on my life."

"Is that so? Is it?"

The lady seemed to close her hands happily and smiled slightly.

"Did you hear it, Gulan Webber, he actually said something like Alex."

After hearing this comment, Weber smiled bitterly with a hint of joy and a little loneliness.

"No matter what, you need to make all kinds of preparations first. Doing your homework in advance is essential. Do you start working first?... However, there is a question here. If you don't speak English, you can't work, right?"

Well... Gulanye put his hands on his chest and looked thoughtful.

"There are many foreign residents from Japan in this town. If I go and ask my colleagues, I may find a solution for you."

"So Webber-Are you going to Japan for a while?"

Looking at Masa with a happy expression, Webber nodded.

"Well, if it doesn't matter...but won't it cause trouble to the other party's family?"

"Of course not."

Mrs. Masa, who was so happy that she almost jumped up, couldn't help clapping her hands. Gulan, who was sitting next to her wife, looked solemnly at Webber with a look of expectation, and the young man straightened his back slightly and looked back with serious eyes.

Weber, who returned to his room alone, re-examined his room bathing in the rising sun.

Eleven days—but in such a short time, the house was already stained with the color of someone who had lived here.

The magazines I read, the pancake bags that I threw randomly after eating, and the empty whiskey bottles rolling in the corner.

These are all traces left by another person who once ate, drank and rested in this room. This is a color that does not belong to Weber.

Is it a ghost, or a demon? Thinking of these absurd things, Weber fell into a trance. This is not a joke. If it is just a soul, how can we leave such a distinct "color"?

However, this room will never be stained with this "color".

From now on, there will only be Weber living alone here, and it will only be glued to Weber's personality. The previous colors will gradually be erased. This is inevitable.

Although I feel sorry and lonely, one thing that cannot be refuted is that the color to be reapplied must be very vivid. This will cover up the color of the person who is stronger than anyone else.

Webber sat down beside the bed and took out the hardcover "Iriat" in his backpack.

But in just eleven days, the pages of the book have turned a little black due to repeated readings. Looking at the book that still finds difficult to understand no matter how many times I read it, the face of the man who always smiles appears before me again. The man who motivates himself with the adventure of the hero Achilles and challenges himself with this, and eventually makes his life a legendary man.

And such a man was by his side, and had lived and fought with him.

The dreamy scenes he had described to himself were almost like lies. But at the end, he was still attracted by his happiness—

I can't deny my envy of him. I even thought about going with him.

But in the end he left Weber. He made such a decision when he invited Weber to be his subordinate and heard Weber's answer. At that time, was it because Weber's wrong answer that the man made the wrong decision?

"What are you talking about like a bastard! Are we not friends? If you want to fight, I'll just accompany you."
To be continued...