I'm really not an old sword

Brunhilde stood in front of Lin Qingsu with a red face.

Lin Qingsu managed to utter a sound that was too hoarse.

"but..."

"I don't care but, I don't want to know."

"From that moment on, I have always tried my best to avoid having too deep feelings for people or things. I don't want to do anything wrong, but I understand that I am a bad woman, a bad woman who longs to love and be loved..."

Brunhilde looked down at him.

"This is the only moment I don't want to hide."

"Maybe tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, I'll be gone, but even if I'm going to die in the next second, I still want to know."

"Do you want me?"

After a long silence, Lin Qingsu asked, "Even if we never meet again?"

"Even if we never meet again," Brunhilde's voice trembled, "I don't want to have any regrets."

"Let me tell you my story."

After a long silence, Lin Qingsu changed her tone to a more acceptable one.

The story goes, "He is not the Old Sword, but an ordinary person who became the Old Sword due to various unspeakable accidents in this Holy Grail War. After this Holy Grail War, he will become that ordinary person again."

Brunhilde listened silently, without any of the fluctuations in her expression that Lin Qingsu had expected.

"so what?"

Lin Qingsu looked at him in astonishment.

"What I like is not the name Arthur, or this identity, but you. No matter who you are or what you become, I still like you."

After saying this, Brunhilde closed her eyes.

Is it me that you like, not the old sword?

Lin Qingsu suddenly felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to cry.

"If you're leaving, could you please kill me before you go?"

Lin Qingsu raised her head.

Brunhilde was looking at him with a smile, with her unique sadness and tenderness, and only him was in her eyes.

Lin Qingsu didn't want to think about it anymore.

He grabbed her hand, pulled her to the bed, pressed her down and kissed her.

Both of them had clumsy skills, but they held each other tightly and neither was willing to let go.

After a long time, they kissed goodbye and Brunhilde looked at him infatuatedly.

"I love you, Arthur."

"My name is Lin Qingsu."

Brunhilde couldn't help but laugh softly.

"What are you laughing at?" Lin Qingsu was a little nervous.

My name shouldn't be so ugly that it makes people laugh, right?

"I suddenly feel so cute."

"cute?!"

"Yes."

"You're usually confident and strong. Even when you're injured, you try hard not to show your weakness in front of others. It's like..." Brunhilde thought about the modern word given by the Holy Grail: "Macho man?"

"But I didn't expect you to be so cute when you're so serious about this kind of thing."

"I'm a little curious if the reason you rejected me tonight is because you don't want to be down there?"

"..."

Brunhilde took the initiative to hug Lin Qingsu's head.

"I love you, Qingsu."

Chapter 30: Mother and Daughter in the Amusement Park

Tokyo, Linglongguan Mansion.

The wind is very strong tonight, blowing through the dense forest outside the museum, making a whistling sound like crying.

The head of Linglong Pavilion sat alone in the study.

"Master." A soft voice sounded outside the door.

"come in."

The door was pushed open, and a beautiful woman wearing a traditional kimono, who looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six, walked in.

"Erza left with her Servant."

"I understand." The head of Linglong Pavilion nodded calmly.

From the moment his servant died, he knew that he had lost the basis for cooperation. After all, not everyone is as powerful as the eldest daughter of the Sajo family.

In addition, he was worried that the Knight King might catch up with him, so leaving in a hurry was the right choice.

After a moment of silence, the beautiful woman finally spoke softly, "Is it over?"

"ended."

The beautiful woman secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She did not understand the magician's idea of pursuing the root, but she was worried that her husband would be in danger and that the Linglongguan family, which had been passed down for hundreds of years, and her daughter would be in an irretrievable situation.

Especially after the battle in Tokyo Bay, she realized the true gap between Heroic Spirits and humans.

"Then you should go to bed early."

Seeing that her husband was in a bad mood, the beautiful woman bowed slightly.

"There's something I want to tell you. Misaya said she has a letter she wants to give you."

"letter?"

Thinking of his daughter who made him and his heroic "friend" extremely satisfied, the head of Linglong Pavilion finally regained some spirit.

He looked up at his wife, only to see her take out a letter from her bosom and hand it to him with both hands.

He took the letter, which was a traditional white envelope with an intact seal, but the corners were a little worn, and it could be vaguely seen that it seemed to have been in another larger envelope.

Is there anything Misaya can't tell me directly?

Thinking of this, the owner of Linglong Pavilion opened the envelope. Inside was a closed piece of white paper with only one line of words written on it.

"You still cling to the root, even if there's no way out?"

The Linglong Pavilion's master's hand trembled.

This is not Misaya's handwriting, but the handwriting of his 'friend', Paracelsus.

This is the letter Paracelsus wrote to Misaya before he left.

Almost in an instant, the head of Linglong Pavilion figured out the whole story. He raised his head and glanced at his wife standing beside him, and understood why Misaya used the excuse that the letter was written by her.

She was an excellent wife, mother, and businesswoman, but not a qualified magician.

Thinking of this, the owner of Linglong Pavilion's hand holding the envelope trembled slightly, and an almost impossible hope was rekindled in his heart.

Seeking the roots?

of course!

This is the fate and tragic wish of all magicians, even if there is no way out!

Without thinking, the head of Linglong Pavilion opened the closed letter and read its contents carefully.

The more he read, the more his body trembled, and hope rekindled in his dim eyes.

"Take Misaya to Chiba tomorrow morning and stay there for two days."

The woman instinctively felt uneasy and looked at her husband blankly, wanting an explanation. Unfortunately, he had no intention of continuing and could only bow with a dim look in his eyes.

"I see."

After his wife left, the owner of Linglong Pavilion picked up his cell phone and the business card he had thrown in the corner.

"I knew you would change your mind, Mr. Linglongguan~"

......

"Tokyo Disneyland is not in Tokyo, but in Chiba Prefecture."

Lin Qingsu still remembers the strange look in the taxi driver's eyes when she took a taxi in the city that morning.

If it’s not in Tokyo, why would you call it Tokyo Disneyland?

After waking up early in the morning, Lin Qingsu took Brunhilde away from Shajo's house, intending to spend a day with her at Tokyo Disneyland.

Although there were some minor incidents in the middle, fortunately the amusement park is not far away and is close to Tokyo.

It was almost noon when we arrived, so I took Brunhilde to play the roller coaster, pendulum, bungee jumping, haunted house and other exciting attractions that are must-see at the amusement park.

Then Lin Qingsu discovered that sometimes being too strong is not a good thing.

There's no fun in playing.

Activities such as roller coasters, pendulums and bungee jumping, which reach heights of dozens of meters, mainly rely on the fear of heights, the thrill of sudden and rapid rises and falls, and the fear of falling.

But let alone dozens of meters, Lin Qingsu would be fine even if she jumped hundreds of meters.

It would be more exciting to find a cliff and jump off it.

As for the haunted house, before entering, he was worried that he would accidentally blow it away. Even if he was afraid, it was because he was too philanthropic and was afraid for the ghosts.

In short, after becoming stronger, Lin Qingsu suddenly found the amusement park boring.

But it was enough that Brunhilde was happy.

At noon, Lin Qingsu and Brunhilde randomly found a restaurant in the park. They were lucky because a table of guests had just left when they arrived.

After ordering, the waiter reminded us that there were free drinks and we needed to pick them up ourselves.

"I'll go get it, what do you want?"

"Coca Cola."

While waiting, Lin Qingsu glanced at the restaurant entrance and saw a very long line.

Fortunately, we arrived early.

"Hello."

A gentle and mature female voice came.

"Can we share a table?"

Lin Qingsu turned her head and saw a black-haired mother and daughter standing by the table.

"Misaya is very well behaved and won't disturb you."

The girl named Misaya looked to be about the same age as Ayaka.

But it's different from Ayaka's introverted and lively demeanor.

She looked mature beyond her age, holding her mother's hand obediently without saying a word, just looking at him curiously.

Misa night?

My mother looks to be around 25 or 26 years old, mature and beautiful, with a teardrop mole at the corner of her eye. If she didn't have a hairstyle that indicated she was married, she would be mistaken for my older sister.

The girl has a princess hairstyle and is very cute with a delicate and pretty face.

Lin Qingsu repeated this somewhat familiar name in her mind, but she couldn't remember it and didn't care.

"can."