[Shin Master Lan Yanqiang Professor Emperor Weber has] the lock of the sky

If the confession really does not ask for a response, who will speak the truth?

Diarmuid pushed open the bedroom door, put down the dinner plate on the bedside table, and said softly, "Lord Kenneth, it's time for dinner." His master didn't respond as usual, just put down the book in his hand and took the dinner plate , eating without saying a word, as if the handsome Celtic warrior beside him was just a cloud of air.Diarmuid looked at the doll-like face of the clock tower lecturer for a long time, and finally couldn't help but sighed.

This has been their way of getting along since Kenneth woke up.The fierce battle with Saber's master and slave seemed like an absurd nightmare, except for the bandage on Kenneth's chest that could not be removed for the time being, it did not leave any substantial impact.Kenneth, who woke up from a three-day coma, didn't care about what happened these days, just maintained such a blank expression, as if he had completely lost his memory, and took his own servant—or killed him thousands of years ago One's own people - be the air.

Diarmuid feels very tricky now.Before Kenneth woke up, he thought a lot, including how to explain to the person who had recovered his memory, how to face this person's accusations, but Kenneth's indifferent reaction was completely beyond his expected range.Kenneth's azure blue eyes looked like inorganic glass, so hollow that it made one's hair stand on end.After the initial apprehension passed, Diarmuid even somewhat masochistically missed the clock tower lecturer who would yell at him. At least at that time, he knew his master's emotions, unlike now, where even guessing became extremely difficult.

The slight impact of the silver fork and the solid wooden plate interrupted Diarmuid's thinking. Seeing that Kenneth had finished eating, he quickly put away the small table on the bed. Nice quickly withdrew his hand like an electric shock. Diarmuid was stunned for a moment by his action, which was too different from his usual indifference. After recovering, his surprise and embarrassment turned into helplessness and bitterness.

The moment he closed the bedroom door, Diarmuid finally lost his face.He lowered his head and looked at the dinner plate in his hand. Heroic Ling's fingers tightened on the solid wooden dinner plate, almost crushing the solid plate.

He had thought their story would have a happy ending in the usual sense, after a long period of parting and suffering.So before Kenneth woke up, he could not suppress the smile at the corner of his lips when he stood by the bed and stared at the sleeping face of his loved one every day. He thought that his lord priest would not have to sacrifice his life for him this time. Years later, he was finally heard, and now there is no curse or family hatred in front of them, they have a lot of time to understand each other, to do those simple and happy things that he has thought about for thousands of years but never realized. .

But all of this disappeared when he met Kenneth's cold, inorganic eyes.After waking up, Kenneth hardly spoke a word to his followers, and his attitude of deliberately alienating was more obvious than before recovering his memory.The prince of Uruk, immersed in his fantasy, finally remembered that no matter 6000 years ago or now, the most important thing in the heart of his beloved was never him.Saving his life back then was only due to the high priest's sense of justice, but how could he hope that a person who had suffered so much and even lost his life because of him would respond to his cursed love.

Thinking of this, Diarmuid raised a wry smile: Yes.Indeed, I long for the response of the person I love deeply.No matter how calm he is in front of the god of love and his elder brother, he has no desires or desires, deep down in his heart, he always longs for even the most subtle affirmation of his love for thousands of years-if the confession really does not ask for a response, then Who would speak the truth in his heart again?

But the high priest who recalled everything was just indifferent. All his confessions and emotions were like rivers flowing into the desert, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.Diarmuid thought he was very patient, and he didn't intend to cut everything in front of Kenneth like a reckless brat, asking Kenneth for his thoughts.But a few days of embarrassment made the Celtic knight gradually feel uneasy, and he didn't know how long he could hold on.

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A slight knock on the door broke the silence of the night, and Diarmuid entered into a fighting state almost instantly.This Archibald's apartment was far away from the battlefield in Fuyuki City. Except for the owner Kenneth and his housekeeper far away in England, no one knew about this apartment, which could not even be shown on the map.When he came here with Kenneth, Diarmuid cast a simple expulsion magic around the apartment, that is to say, the one who can knock on the door outside is definitely not a child who broke in by mistake or an enthusiastic newspaper delivery person, it can only be a magic achievement A profound magician—or his heroic spirit.

Diarmuid jumped out of the window lightly and landed in the bushes outside the apartment. The demon-breaking red rose in his hand reflected a cold light under the moonlight.Standing at the door of their apartment was a slender and short man. He didn't feel the crisis behind him at all, and just knocked on the door of the apartment with the same frequency.

Diarmuid suddenly appeared behind the magician who knocked on the door, his voice was calm but alert: "What are you doing here? Master of Rider?"

After Diarmuid closed the door and went out, Kenneth's sculptural face finally showed a normal expression.

Frankly speaking, Kenneth was very surprised when he just woke up.The severe pain of being pierced in the heart still clearly stayed in his mind, making everything at this moment seem like a lie.But in the next moment, he saw Diarmuid's face, and the obviously haggard heroic spirit showed him a smile brighter than the sun, his golden eyes reflected his shadow, flickering, and for a while he almost Illusion, they are still in Kish 6000 years ago.

"You're finally awake, Lord Kenneth." Diarmuid's magnetic voice was filled with obvious joy and relief, and the tone of the survivors brought his thoughts floating in midair back to reality.Of course they were not in Kish 6000 years ago. They were on the battlefield of the Holy Grail War. The person in front of them was not the hostage prince of Uruk, but the heroic spirit Diarmuid Odina he summoned.

Thinking of this, Kenneth looked at the back of his hand subconsciously. The bright red pattern on the back of his right hand had long since faded away, leaving no trace of fetters.

He thinks that now, he needs to seriously think about what kind of mentality he should use to face his followers.

Frankly speaking, the content of the last Command Seal wasn't an expression of true feelings (Kenneth scoffed at even thinking of this word), he just instinctively hated Emiya Kiritsugu's despicable coercion methods.But the young man's reaction was somewhat unexpected. The roar he heard before he fell into a coma exploded in his heart like thunder, and the sad face of the young man in his gradually blurred vision overlapped with the boy 6000 years ago, and the sigh-like confession came again. It sounded, gentle and firm, like an eternal oath.

Kenneth sighed, raised his hand and rubbed his sore temple.In fact, he knew as early as 6000 years ago that he had always been a person with indifferent feelings.In his opinion, the fiery and direct gaze of the young man was at most just a whim of adolescence. Combined with the environment Diarmuid was in at that time, he thought that the hostage prince from a foreign country was probably just confusing hard-won goodwill with true love. love.But now, 6000 years later, he has to face the reality that "Maybe Diarmuid really likes him".No one brings a whim into reincarnation, and no one's whim is strong enough to last 6000 years.

But, is there really anyone whose love can last for thousands of years without getting a response?

Even an EQ like Kenneth knew that his attitude towards the servants before recovering his memory was really not good.Countless insults and cold eyes made Diarmuid, who is good-tempered, couldn't help resisting many times, not to mention his final decision that almost broke the two of them.Even if Diarmuid left directly after he woke up, it was reasonable.But his servants did not choose to leave directly, and took care of him even more than before.The love and struggle in those charming golden eyes are exactly the same as those thousands of years ago, so obvious that it is impossible for people to escape.

Kenneth stared at his palm and smiled wryly. Now, whenever he sees Diarmuid's golden eyes, he becomes nervous, as long as he is in the same room with Diarmuid, he feels uncomfortable all over his body, and casual physical touch becomes unbearable. Maintaining an indifferent expression and minimizing unnecessary verbal communication is already the limit that Kenneth can achieve.He knew that he couldn't continue to procrastinate like this, but he was also afraid that once he said it, many things would fall out of the track he could control.

——Here we can only regret to say that the professor with low EQ has not yet discovered that his reaction is no different from that of the boy who faced his first love in adolescence.

"Who was knocking on the door just now?" Hearing the sound of the servant opening the door, Kenneth restrained all his expressions almost reflexively, and frowned uncontrollably when he saw the person following Diarmuid .

"I'm sorry to bother you, Professor Kenneth." After not seeing him for a few days, Weber seemed to have grown up suddenly, and his tone and demeanor became much calmer.He also didn't intend to greet the mentor who had an unpleasant experience, but directly cut to the topic: "I have some thoughts about the Holy Grail War and I want to confirm with you."

Both Kenneth and Diarmuid were a little surprised by the unexpected request.

"First of all, it's about the Seat of Heroes. Lancer, do you still have any memory of the Seat of Heroes? Both Rider and I suspect that the Seat of Heroes was built by someone."

Diarmuid frowned, and an indescribably serious look soon appeared on his handsome face.

"...I don't know how to explain it, but, I have to say, I think your speculation is correct." Now think that the Seat of Heroes is basically a replica of the Uruk Palace, and such a fantasy place will be built. The person who lives there is obviously only the hero king of Uruk, Gilgamesh.Memories related to Hades flooded into my mind, linking the previously incomprehensible fragments together.

But if this was Gensokyo where Gilgamesh used to miss his best friend, he would never allow the mages of this world to bother him with the Holy Grail War, let alone participate in it personally and compete for a treasure that might not exist— —Unless, he himself is the initiator of this war...

As if to prove Diarmuid's suspicion, Weber said, "Rider told me that he doesn't think the Holy Grail itself can fulfill wishes. He thinks it's probably an instrument that can store magic power. The purpose of the Holy Grail War is also to screen out the strongest. Great heroic spirits and magicians, absorb their power and use it for the Holy Grail—now I suspect that the one who wants to use all of this is King Gilgamesh of Uruk." Weber looked at Diarmuid's more serious expression, Continued: "In addition, I have checked some information in the past few days, and found that Gilgamesh's deviant sword has sunk into the sea as early as the age of mythology. I remember that Professor Kenneth talked about the principle of 'projection magic', I think I know, is it possible for projection magic to project an Ex-level Anti-World Noble Phantasm?"

"Absolutely not."

Simultaneously with Kenneth's voice, Diarmuid said to himself: "That's Uruk's 'black technology'." Noticing the puzzled eyes of the two magicians in the clock tower, Diarmuid opened his mouth. Explained: "King Gilgamesh can cut the soul and extract the power from it. The power of the Deviation Sword to cut time and space should come from the soul of a certain hero."

"This should be a heroic spirit with divinity." Kenneth frowned and added, "After all, cutting time and space cannot be done by strength alone."

He noticed that Diarmuid, who heard this, turned pale as paper.

"...I probably guessed what King Gilgamesh wanted to do." Diarmuid hesitated for a moment before saying slowly, "He wants to revive Enkidu, and Enkidu's soul is in the Sword of Deviation. .”

It is impossible for anyone who has heard of King Gilgamesh not to know the name Enkidu.Wei Bo was stunned for a moment, as if thinking of something, he slowly frowned.

"Thank you, Professor Kenneth." Weber was silent for a moment, and said goodbye to them.The youth's clear eyes flickered with an extremely determined light: "I'm going to stop this crazy plan."

When he said this, the young man looked up at the upright Celtic knight, but Diarmuid didn't help him like he did against Caster last time, but just frowned in embarrassment.Probably Kenneth's injury is not optimistic. Thinking this way, Weber didn't say anything more, turned and left the apartment.

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Diarmuid stood at the door for a moment, then turned his head to look at Kenneth, the stupid resolute expression in his golden eyes had already made Kenneth guess what he wanted to say next.

"...I'm sorry, Lord Kenneth...I still want to go back." Diarmuid chose the most straightforward words after choosing his words for a long time, "I want to help my brother."

If it weren't for the bandages all over his body, Kenneth would have jumped up and grabbed the servant by the collar and began to reprimand him.But now all he can do is to express his contempt for this idiot who knows that there will be no return but is so unwilling to turn back with his eyes.

It is obvious that Gilgamesh needs as much magic power as possible. For this reason, he even used himself as a bait to guide all the heroic spirits to kill each other. Now that the war is coming to an end, everyone who returns can only have one end, that is Killed by the Hero King of Uruk, then absorbed by the Holy Grail, becoming the power he needed to revive Enkidu.

"Idiot!" Kenneth almost uttered the word through gritted teeth, and then he turned his eyes away angrily, no longer looking at his servant.

Diarmuid's eyes dimmed slightly, he took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and said slowly but firmly: "I know I've always been stupid and overconfident, whether I volunteered to go to Kish back then and ended up screwed up Everything is still because the knights thought they could save the princess and lost the trust of the lord. But I still want to help that stupid person because I have no choice, he is my brother."

The heroic spirit with a glorious appearance showed a troubled smile, his handsome face was as beautiful as those perfect sculptures frozen in time.

"I know his plan is very crazy, and I also know that this time I probably won't come back. Please take care of your body. Whether it was 6000 years ago or now, I have been causing trouble for you. I am really sorry , Lord Kenneth."

Kenneth's fingers trembled, and complex emotions flashed across his face as cold as ice.But he still didn't speak, stubbornly refusing to look at his handsome follower.It seemed that he could not face the fact that they would never see each other again in the future.

As if expecting this kind of result, Diarmuid didn't show a trace of displeasure on his face. He looked at Kenneth's cold profile with nostalgia, and then thought with some regret, whether it was 6000 years ago or now, they got along well. The pattern seems to have remained unchanged.

"I'm sorry, I still have one thing to ask for your permission..." The old-fashioned tumbler lock made a sighing sound, and the young man stopped at the door, hesitating for a long time before saying this sentence, as if these simple words, Exhausted his courage all his life: "Can you...can you respond to my feelings? It doesn't matter even if it's a lie..."

After waiting for a long time, the lecturer of the clock tower kept his original posture and pressed his lips tightly, with a cold and indifferent expression on his face.Diarmuid sighed in disappointment, and opened the door——

"Diarmuid!"

The name he had never heard before stopped the heroic spirit from leaving. Diarmuid turned his head in surprise, and his face with the reputation of "brilliant appearance" was immediately hit by a heavy crystal ashtray-this is what Kenneth can do now. The most lethal weapon that can be moved.

"You bastard." The always elegant gentleman now had an angry expression on his face, and his tone of gnashed teeth was a little trembling. There was a blush of anger or other emotions on his long-sick and pale face, which made his roar audible. It sounded subtly less imposing: "What do you mean 'it's okay to cheat'? I don't have time to lie to idiots like you!"

"Come back alive." Kenneth took a deep breath, making the following words sound more severe—or more bluff: "If you want to hear my answer, come back alive!"

Diarmuid covered half of his face that had been smashed with red marks, smiling brightly and almost stupidly.

"Yes, Lord Kenneth."