Xingyue strongest melee mage

An apartment complex somewhere in a residential area, one of the rooms on the fifth floor.

The magic silver giant gun leaned against the corner of the wall, and the mourning goddess did not have the slightest heroic demeanor, kneeling on the ground, wrapping her arms around her body, trembling.

The neck is delicate and smooth like white porcelain, the amethyst eyes are soaked with sorrow, and the delicate and clear jaw seems to be about to drop raindrops… When people feel sad, they can’t help but sigh at the magic of the Creator, who can create such a beautiful thing far beyond human beings.

It is true that she was not born as a human being—born as a myth and fell into the human world.

Born in the ancient Norse legend of the Valkyrie, her sorrowful fate has long been predetermined.

“Zigrud…”

Even if he has stopped at the seat of the hero, the sassy demeanor of the hero in his heart is still clear. Closing her eyes, the goddess whispered softly, calling the name of the hero she loved.

However, what comes to mind is the figure of a completely different teenager.

At this moment, for whom is this hot fire that is gathered in the depths of the heart?

“No, it’s not so…”

“Sigrud, it’s not him…”

Stubbornly shaking his head in denial, his hair swaying between his eyelids. With a few remaining firm thoughts, Brünnhilde did everything he could to identify it clearly.

It’s not that I have a disgust for teenagers, if I really want to say it… That easy-going, that gentleness, that enthusiasm… On the contrary, it is heartwarming.

When I lifted the concealment, just as I was attacking me with a giant gun—the boy spoke fearlessly.

The words, the eyes that reflected the starlight;

When I stop in the sky and accidentally overlap it with my beloved—his care, his sentiments.

That side face, that smile that night breeze.

I can’t possibly forget.

I thought about him. Thinking about him. Thinking about him. Thinking about him.

Thinking of him, thinking of him, thinking of him –

Even the smouldering fire at the end of the heart, in the depths, can no longer be extinguished.

It can’t be extinguished.

It was like the moment you opened your eyes in the midst of the fire.

“Ahhhhh

When he paid attention, his mind was completely filled with the teenager’s every move.

Obviously, it can’t be like this, but it’s always involuntary… Brünnhilde shook her head slightly, tears running down her cheeks, and her amethyst eyes were full of pain that only she understood.

What the Valkyrie hates is such a self.

On the floor, a small vial fell about one meter away, and a few residual blood-red droplets slowly flowed from between the opened bottles.

This is the elixir.

Forced by the lord’s spell, it was taken once a day, and it was now the eighth night.

An elixir crafted by a magician close to the seal that controls and governs emotions is enough to trap the user in “forced love”.

She knew that continuing to take it would lead to a path of no return without salvation… But they had to.

No matter how many tears are shed, no one will wipe them away for her.

All the bitterness, all the heartache… You can only leave it to yourself to smell.

It’s not without ways to make things easier for yourself, though… The goddess knows.

Let go of all attachments, let go of all thoughts… Immerse yourself in this “forcibly” lit fire of love.

If so, even if it will eventually fly into oblivion, the process will be pleasant.

However, that means that even oneself, even the last self who adores the hero you love, is no longer yourself.

Father, if your God’s eyes can peer into the time and space of this world, what punishment will it inflict on me who is walking on the road of no return today?

……

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Observing Brünnhilde in the room, Elvis nodded slightly and closed the door.

The effect of the elixir is very effective, and that is enough.

Lancer’s treasure will change its performance according to the amount of love in her heart, and this elixir made by the friends of the Clock Tower is really perfect for her treasure.

Next, the last elixir will need to wait until the final battle with the Haguro faction before use, and it will bring victory to itself.

The commotion that occurred on the side of the church last night was naturally clear to all camps.

Berserker simply withdrew, and his master’s Holy Grail War came to an end.

Tosaka Shichen lost his life, so that even Archer had no need to be afraid anymore.

The commotion that did not intervene last night caused the two camps to withdraw from the stage, and the Holy Grail War entered the middle term.

“Before the decisive battle, the enemies that must be defeated are Saber and Rider, right…” Softly recalling the intelligence of the various camps, Elvis frowned: “It’s not a good enemy to deal with.” ”

Saber’s real name is Mordred, the rebel knight who ended the legend of King Arthur, and judging from the situation last night, the magician killer Emiya Kiriji, who joined Einzberen eight years ago, is also secretly active in this dark night, and the words he ignored without authorization are a lesson for Tosaka Shichen.

Rider’s master, Weber Vilvet, is not afraid, but what kind of treasure does the famous Alexander the Great in history, hide in the proud Rider rank?

All in all, one has to be alarmed.

“Tick… Ripplish————”

Outside the window, a light rain suddenly fell.

The weather forecast in the evening warns that there will be showers in the winter wood market at night… Hmph, the weather forecast in Japan is really accurate.

However, since it is a shower, it should stop soon.

Elvis didn’t pay much attention to the shower, just glanced through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the balcony and began to work on the crusade between the Saber camp and the Rider camp.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the gentle rain mixed with a relatively light mist, safely blends into the night and is imperceptible.

The entire Fuyuki City, and only a part of the residential area in the south of the new capital, is drizzling.