I'm really not an old sword

"Love song!"

Aika Shajo held her hands unwillingly, and after a while, she pursed her lips reluctantly.

"Lancer, calm down."

As she finished speaking, the last Command Seal on the back of her hand, representing Lancer snatched from Nigel, dimmed in luster.

A cool feeling from the inside out rose from Brunhilde's heart.

The whisper of curse that kept echoing in my mind dissipated.

The crazy mumbling in her mouth stopped, and Brunhilde half-knelt on the ground with her chest pulled up, staring blankly at Lin Qingsu who was limping out of the deep pit, holding her waist.

"sorry."

Drop after drop of tears rolled down her cheeks.

"sorry Sorry..."

"No need to apologize, I'm glad you're okay."

Lin Qingsu wiped her tears and rubbed her head.

"Go back to the house first. I'll talk to you later."

"Ah."

Brunhilde nodded, as docile as a puppy, and walked away with her head down.

Wait until Brunhilde's back disappears into the forest.

Lin Qingsu looked at Shatiao Aige: "Aige..."

"Saber, I know I was wrong. Please don't be angry, okay?" Sajo Aika lowered her head.

"Why am I angry?"

Lin Qingsu found it a little funny and touched Aige's golden hair.

"I should be the one to apologize."

Sajo Aika looked at him in confusion.

"Think about it carefully. Since we came here, you've been the best person to me, but I've been better to Ayaka and Brunhilde than I have to you."

"Not only that, I also want to go find Brunhilde later."

"I'm so sorry, but she can't hold on any longer. I want to have a good talk with her. Can you give me a day?"

Aika Satiao raised her little head and looked at him.

After saying this in one breath, Lin Qingsu leaned over and gently kissed Shatiao Aige on the forehead.

The girl just stared at him as if she was stunned.

At this moment, if it were a normal girl, she would probably slap him, call him a "scumbag" and then never see him again.

Lin Qingsu cursed herself as a bastard in her heart, and suddenly she wished Sha Tiao Aige would slap her.

But no, Sajo Aige made a "hmm" sound and fell into his arms, hugging his waist tightly for a long time before whispering.

"I do not want."

"Love song."

"unhappy!"

Lin Qingsu was silent, hugging Aige and looking up into the distance.

If Ai Ge refuses, who should I choose?

He ignored her thoughts and insisted on looking for Brunhilde, who was gentle but mad because of the curse and wanted to kill her lover.

It’s better to stay and accompany the gentle and obedient Sha Tiao Aige.

If this was a single-line game, Lin Qingsu felt that two different options leading to two different paths had already emerged before her eyes.

In the reality of no do-over, this is a very simple choice.

But Lin Qingsu couldn't come up with an answer.

Even though they actually had nothing to do with him, he didn't want to give any of them a regretful ending.

"sorry."

Whispering again, looking at the starry sky, Lin Qingsu suddenly felt very tired.

This is not my business, it's the old sword's business.

Moreover, even if I put in a lot of effort to deal with it, after this Holy Grail War is over, I will go back to the Clock Tower and be that Muggle Lin Qingsu again. Even if they meet me, they won’t recognize me. Why should I waste my energy?

"It's not your fault, I just..."

Do not understand.

I don’t know what I’m feeling at this moment.

I only know that I feel emotions only when I am with him.

No matter whether it was the happiness when they were together, or the sadness or something else at this moment, it was something she had never experienced before she met him.

"I understand. I will be obedient."

Finally, Shatiao Aige let go of his hand, took a few steps back, and looked up at Lin Qingsu.

"But, Saber, you have to promise me not to abandon me, okay?"

Lin Qingsu moved her lips and nodded with difficulty.

"As long as you still recognize me."

Chapter 29 Brunhilde's Love

No matter what, it is fortunate that the house is still intact no matter how fiercely they fought.

Lin Qingsu pushed the door open and walked in.

The bedroom is in a typical European style. The bed is in the center of one side, with the TV directly opposite. Behind the TV wall is the shower room. Opposite the door are floor-to-ceiling windows and a balcony, and the dressing table is between the balcony and the bed.

Brunhilde was sitting by the window with her back to the door, wearing pajamas, looking up at the night sky outside the window, wondering what she was thinking.

When she heard the door opening and footsteps, her body trembled noticeably and she lowered her head.

"The Holy Grail War will almost be over tomorrow night."

Lin Qingsu pulled a chair and sat not too far from her.

"Can you come closer to me?"

Lin Qingsu paused when she heard this, and observed her carefully for a while to confirm that she had no signs of epilepsy.

After thinking about it, he stood up and sat on the edge of the bed, still keeping a distance from her.

Feeling the movement beneath her, Brunhilde raised her head slightly and looked at him. Seeing the distance between them, a hint of disappointment flashed across her beautiful eyes. She pursed her lips, raised her hips and pressed them against his side.

"I want to lean on you."

After hearing these words, Lin Qingsu's tense body gradually relaxed.

Brunhilde hugged Lin Qingsu's arm, gently placed her head on his shoulder, and looked at the mountains and starry sky outside the window with him.

“What is your dream?”

"I like you."

"That's the effect of the love potion."

"I like you."

"you..."

Lin Qingsu was about to say something else when Brunhilde suddenly raised her head.

"do you like me?"

"I..."

Before he could speak, Brunhilde said again: "Look at me."

Unable to do so, Lin Qingsu turned his head, and Brunhilde was staring into his eyes with a very serious expression.

"I..."

The words were on the tip of her tongue, but Lin Qingsu didn't know what to say.

Seeing Lin Qingsu's hesitation, Brunhilde smiled.

"Tell me." She repeated again, and her smile was actually a little cute.

Lin Qingsu glanced at it subconsciously.

She wore her pajamas casually, and the squeezed white cleavage was clearly visible, and it was extremely elastic.

Don’t be afraid of being embarrassed and say that you want to touch it.

"From a hormonal perspective, yes."

Brunhilde's smile widened.

"I like you too."

"Ours is different." Lin Qingsu explained: "I just... want to sleep with you."

"Then why did you reject me before?"

"I think people should learn to control their desires and know what they should and shouldn't do."

"So do you want to sleep?"

"..."

Are you really Brunhilde?

Looking at her again, Brunhilde's eyes were so charming that they could drip tears of water.

Lin Qingsu seriously suspected that the Command Spell was a defective product and that its effect in suppressing the curse was incomplete.

Or is Odin's curse so powerful?

"I read in a book that when a man and a woman fall in love, it all starts with desire for each other's body, and as they get to know each other more deeply, they start to pay attention to the soul and so on."

"What book are you reading?"

Although I think what you said makes sense, it shouldn’t be written like this in serious books.

Brunhilde lay in his arms again: "I won't tell you."

Lin Qingsu had nothing to say.

He lost.

The two of them looked up at the scenery outside the window in silence, and it was a long time before Brunhilde's faint voice sounded.

"Arthur, I'm awake now."

"I liked you at first, maybe because of the potion, because of your appearance."

“But it’s definitely not what you think now.”

"Whether it was that day in Ginza when you accompanied me shopping and bought me a necklace even though we were clearly enemies and I was clearly extremely bad, or the night of the Battle of Tokyo Bay when you hugged me and comforted me in the bathroom, or your gentleness during these past few days, or tonight when you..."

Brunhilde couldn't help but chuckle as she spoke.

"You clearly want it so badly, yet you're still considering me and rejecting me."

"I really like you like this. I really like you."

With that, Brunhilde stood up and drew the curtains.

Lin Qingsu looked at her pear-shaped figure that could not be concealed by her pajamas.

I vaguely understood what was going to happen, but my mouth was so dry that I couldn't make a sound.

"Arthur, do you like me?"