After turning around, I ran towards Saber. After turning a few turns, I saw the man who was offering flowers walking towards me until I stood in front of me.

"Shiro Emiya, you are so lucky."

The guy in a spotless white suit was Masahide Kimura, who was staring at me with dissatisfaction at this time.

"Why are you always so lucky that you not only summoned Saber, but also turned around the situation where even I was helpless after my doll lost control."

Did he create the Black Warrior?

I clenched my teeth hatefully.

"Do you want to start a war here?"

Saber can't see this angle, but as long as a fight occurs, she will definitely be the first to catch up.

"Of course not, I'm here to show my love to Saber."

"Ah, show love..."

"You are not the only one in this world who loves saber, I love saber for longer than you."

Kimura despises me with a proud look.

"Who is this guy you?!"

"I won't reveal any other information to you, but I will tell you that I will definitely snatch the saber from you."

"Don't think about it..."

"No one knows you better than me, Emiya, so I can seize this opportunity to show my love to Saber. Although you summoned Saber, Saber's heart does not belong to you, so don't think about going further."

I want to kill this guy.

He was not like a knight who had followed Saber, and his words lacked respect for Saber. The only possibility was that he had seen Saber ten years ago, but Saber never had the impression of this person.

It was a bastard who came out of nowhere to try to snatch my saber.

"As long as you want to get the Holy Grail, or if it is any disadvantage to Saber, I will defeat you."

"It's really your style. Even if the enemy is right in front of you, as long as I don't do bad for you, you won't be willing to take action. Saber just now let me go."

"What did you say to Saber?"

"Of course, let her continue to pursue the Holy Grail. When you lose points in Saber's heart, of course I have to work hard to add points."

"Bastard, you know that the Holy Grail cannot fulfill your wish."

"Hehe, that's just in general, at least Saber's willingness is absolutely impossible to achieve."

"Then why do you still cheat on saber?"

"At that time, it was because of my love for the Knights, and the beauty and luxury of Saber were all born because of the sword in my hand. You who tried to let Saber put down the sword was simply unforgivable."

"You guy..."

This Kimura actually didn't care about saber at all.

He just acted as playing a game.

"Forget it, let me tell you clearly if you are ignorant. I'll come here and tell you not to be too proud. Saber will be mine sooner or later."

Kimura waved his hands boredly and walked past me, completely ignoring my existence.

But Saber let this person go because her knight path was letting go, and I couldn't do anything to him without reason.

only--

"You know that the Holy Grail cannot fulfill your wish, so why are you pursuing the Holy Grail?"

"Because the Holy Grail is a miracle-!"

Kimura turned around and made a gesture of contempt at me.

"Unlike you ignorant humans, the existence of the Holy Grail itself is a miracle. Only through the Holy Grail can I achieve my wish and achieve a higher miracle beyond what you can understand."

——What a lunatic.

As Kimura left, I turned to look at the direction of the bridge.

Want to find Saber?

Do you have to surrender to her in less than ten minutes?

Gripping my teeth, I turned around and left again.

Let her calm down and think about her future.

This fool who doesn't know how to love himself.

A fool like me.

Walking aimlessly on the street, my constant entanglement made me even more upset. At some point, I found myself coming to the school.

In schools that have not been to school for more than a week due to the gas incident, only a few people are working.

No matter how much I think about it, I can’t remember how many days I haven’t attended class. Today is another week.

When I smiled bitterly and wanted to leave, I noticed a familiar figure.

I think people who never appear in places like this.

Hongzhou Banquet Spring Festival Pavilion. Mount Tai.

The glass windows are closed tightly in broad daylight, and the guests are completely unclear about entering and leaving. They are a magic cave in the store street that you will be so scared that you want to escape home after just one look.

The store manager Mr. Wang is a small, kind and mysterious Chinese man. All the food ingredients in the pot he waved in his hand were coated with chili.

That means it's very spicy.

Quite spicy.

It's like pricking your tongue with a toothpick a thousand times and then sprinkling salt on it, so spicy.

Out of curiosity about someone, I resolutely broke into this demon cave.

Once the store manager notices, the menu will be handed out at a high speed.

In this way, it's over.

Order at least one sweet and sour food, which should be a disaster.

Even if it is green pepper and Dongpo pork, it must be a terrible sight today, and Mapo tofu is even more unimaginable. That one is really bad. The tongue will melt away. If the Demon King of Hell can pull out his tongue, it must refer to this kind of hell cuisine. The name of the store is also Taishan, and the manager must be the jailer who came back after practicing there.

However, no one in the store noticed my entry. No matter whether it was the store manager and waiter who seemed to be ready to cut from any place, or the diner who was proud to be able to eat the treasures of this store, he never looked at me.

Everyone's eyes were on someone in the store.

The red clothes were not like the usual style, and the messy hair actually stood up on the head.

Isn't that guy the fighter who once fought with Saber in the forest?

The fighter at this time was not as arrogant as he was at that time. He was sweating profusely and his face turned red and did not stop. The teapot that the store manager kindly brought over was pushed aside by him. He gasped in a big mouth like he couldn't close his mouth, staring at a seat in the corner of the wall from time to time, picking up a piece of Mapo tofu for himself.

I hid the manager's gaze and moved towards the place where fighter was staring, and then looked at the wall clock on the wall.

It's six o'clock on Tuesday afternoon, and it turns out that I haven't been to school for nearly two weeks.

In the direction I moved, a priest named Yanfeng Kirei sat alone in front of a large pot of hot Mapo tofu, wrapped his right hand with a bandage and his left hand with awkward sips of chopsticks. His forehead was sweating like rain and he was not worthy of drinking water.

“…”

This is simply the momentum of treating the Shura Field in my heart as an amusement park.

"Well, why are you here, Emiya? Sit down."

“…”

Be careful.

...No, I can't figure out what to be careful about.

Anyway, I just sit down opposite him carefully.

“—”

Watch the priest's actions intently.

...It's so amazing. Mapo tofu, only two left.

This guy really finished it...uh, when I hummed from my throat, Yan Feng's hand suddenly stopped.

“—”

“—”

With his eyes connected, Yan Feng looked at me with his usual heavy eyes.

"Do you want to eat-?"

"Just eat it-!"

I answered with all my might.

The priest frowned and quickly dealt with Mapo tofu.
To be continued...