Killing an old enemy

But the second Caesar's eyes fell on the door of the hotel, all the lights were turned off as if feeling something.

Even though he had only guessed about Salieri's arrival before, the appearance of such a strange scene has already confirmed that his thoughts are completely correct-it is impossible for a person with supernatural powers to reach the level of a heroic spirit.

Although it is confirmed that the other party is Salieri, is this an invitation to him?

The melodious music swirled and fell into everyone's ears. Although it was the sound of the piano, it was full of dizzying and distorted scales.

Although Caesar was not affected, Ranpo and the others beside him had already shown symptoms of discomfort, so much so that they coughed lowly.

Since the other party is a heroic spirit whose will has been distorted, even if Salieri is an unrivaled musical genius, the music played by the cursed monster will no longer have the effect of pleasing the body and mind as before, but can easily cause Mental pain pollution.

Sadly, his music will no longer be appreciated by anyone but Mozart.

There should be other human beings in the hotel. In the sound of such magical music, their will may be easily destroyed. Even if Salieri came for him, this is beyond the limit.

So Nishizawa walked into the hotel and plunged into the crowded darkness without hesitation.

It was as if countless invisible hands were supporting his body in unison, and there was a sense of tacit understanding that made Caesar over the obstacles in the hotel's furnishings.

He walked in one direction, and the rapid sound of the piano playing became clearer, confirming that he was walking in the right direction.

Finally, his footsteps stopped somewhere.

Caesar tentatively stretched out his hand and raised it, then pressed down.

His finger did not swipe across the void, but landed on the real object, and almost immediately, the icy color block pressed by him made a crisp sound that destroyed the entire piano repertoire.

The notes trembled and echoed in the silent air, making the atmosphere cooler than the moonlight at this moment.

There was a flash of understanding in Caesar's eyes.

—He touched the piano the other party was playing.

That is to say, the young man who is sitting on the piano bench and breathing gently is Salieri himself.

At the same time, the sound of music that made everyone in the hotel groan in pain stopped abruptly, leaving only a sound scale echoing in silence, infinitely long, rising without boundaries, making the entire dark space inexplicably an illusory existence without boundaries .

But this scale didn't last long, this cold hand suddenly grabbed Caesar's fingers, and gathered his strength tightly, as if he was trying to hold a handful of sand, with a strong attitude that could not be flinched, as if the next moment he would will disappear immediately.

"Salieri." Caesar said to the heroic spirit.

He allowed him to clasp his fingers, but Salieri pushed harder, causing a trace of doubt to flash across Caesar's face.

Wait...is this development correct?

However, after a moment of hesitation, Caesar's left hand was completely encircled by another palm that was slightly bigger than his, but there was no warm breath from the grip, and even depression due to the low body temperature of the other party. cold.

Caesar restrained Lancelot, who was a little restless for some reason, and signaled the Knight of the Round Table not to show up casually.

Because if he really wanted to send Salieri back to the Seat of Heroes, it would not be difficult to rely on force.

After all, Salieri was only a musician before his death. Even if he mixed the legend of the man in gray to increase his force value, he was still completely incomparable with the Hittite Empire. I am afraid that Caesar could solve the opponent without opening the treasure.

only……

Seeing the past of this innocent monster, he couldn't really drive him away like this, so let's see what Salieri is going to do first.

Of course, there was also part of Mozart's reasons - he was sure that the other party didn't want to treat Salieri like this.

"I know your purpose. The reason why you play in the dark is that you don't want to see my face, and you don't want to feel my breath and fall into madness."

Caesar twitched his hands and continued, "Get rid of the negative influence on those guests, and we can go to other places alone."

The other humans seemed to have been silenced, unable to make any noise, only the sound of the two of them talking.

Obviously, it was controlled by some means by Salieri.

Although I don't know why the other party didn't give him a knife, but suddenly held his hand and fell silent,

But the latter is obviously much better than the former. After all, he is not a Heroic Spirit who likes to fight and kill casually, but this kind of atmosphere is too long and weird.

Silence spread between the intertwined fingers. Just when Caesar was about to get impatient, Salieri squeezed out a sentence from his throat, "I..."

let me kill you

Let me beat you with music?

Various possible guesses popped up in Caesar's mind.

It's not that he doesn't want to listen to Salieri's heartfelt thoughts, but because the other party's job agency is avenr, if his inner world is accidentally involved, either Caesar is polluted by him, or the other party is suddenly awakened to Mozart hatred, so he cautiously turned off this ability.

"What do you want to say?" He asked with rare patience.

Salieri was silent, and then there was a rustling sound in the darkness, and Caesar felt something in his hand. It was a bit dry, but there was still a trace of fragrance—it turned out to be a withered flower. ruined roses.

"I have a question, you must answer me." Salieri said coldly against the rose.

As if it was a sharp dagger, if Caesar didn't answer him well, it would cruelly stab into his heart the next moment and tell him what is called a musician's romance.

Caesar, who was inexplicably guilty by his questioning tone, "...what?"

I always feel that the answer to this question will determine Salieri's next actions.

But what exactly is the problem?

Could it be that he would let him tell the truth about his death that year, and then restore his innocence?

"—Who is that person playing with you?!"

Salieri asked aggressively.

Caesar was stunned, "..."

After a few seconds, he came back to his senses, and his voice was suspicious, "Wait, Salieri, is this what you want to ask?"

Hearing this, Salieri took a deep breath, turned his face away and said irritably, "What, do you think it's not worth my coming to see you?"

——On the matter of music, he thought they could reach a consensus!

"Even if the former Salieri and you were friends, they are eternal enemies in terms of musical attainments, or do you think so?"

When it came to the last interrogative sentence, Salieri's voice became lower, with a terrible coldness.

"..." How should I put it, Caesar had no idea that this would be such a development.

Although this question was unexpected, when thinking about Salieri's identity, everything is reasonable. After all, the other party has never forgotten the existence of musical notes after being cursed-in the world of musicians, there is nothing like Music itself is more worthy of their devotion to life.

"He is a passerby." Caesar said in a cold sweat, "I played with him only when I was drunk."

Salieri said nothing, "What's his name?"

"This is the second question..." Caesar was depressed, and recalled, "His name is Fyodor."

With a cold snort, Salieri said with a gloomy expression, "Since he is a stranger, why do you still remember his name? Don't lie to me."

"Because I have a better memory." Caesar said honestly.

"Oh, is your memory used for this?" Salieri grabbed his hand again, and his voice became cold, "Then why don't you remember the point 'Only I am qualified to play with you' ? That's justification."

Caesar took a deep breath, "..."

——To make trouble for no reason, it is simply too much trouble for no reason!

Hearing no reply, Salieri laughed at himself, "...that's right, such a luxury as 'friendship' is absolutely impossible to have between a son of music favored by God, and an ordinary person. I don't understand... ...and probably you too..."

No, I have to continue talking. If this continues, Salieri's face will turn black if he doesn't see it.

So Caesar took a deep breath and glanced at his own Mozart synchronization rate.

"I never thought so." He said emotionally, "but that person... doesn't mean to compare with you."

It's really just a passerby, I don't know why Merlin and Salieri both care about it.

"Only you are special to me, Salieri." Caesar said sincerely, "musically, absolutely."

Salieri snorted coldly, "...a clever answer."

Although the words showed resentment, his voice became strangely relaxed.

I couldn't see the other person's expression clearly in the dark, but Caesar had an inexplicable premonition that he had at least passed the test on this question—but unexpectedly, such an answer caused another person's dissatisfaction.

Lancelot said aggrieved in his mind, "Could it be that in the eyes of my king, I am not... Aren't we Knights of the Round Table special?"

When he said "I am not", the words of the Knights of the Lake turned a corner, and they were modified into Knights of the Round Table.

But Lancelot wanted to ask only himself.

Even if, even if he indirectly destroyed Great Britain, or even betrayed my king, leading to an irreparable ending, isn't he special as a sinner in the eyes of his beloved king?

Is not hating, is a kind of giving up?

Lancelot thought sadly that his king respected the knights so much, maybe it was a white lie before, and he didn't care about him at all.

In this case, it would be better to let his king continue to hate him, at least so that he can be sure that he will occupy an important position in the heart of the other party, at least the other party will still think that he is unique... instead of just standing by and watching... …

Lancelot began to think wildly again, his thinking even turned to a strange direction, with a vague potential of blackening.

Caesar "..."

He had no choice but to comfort him, "It's nothing, in my eyes, you are the best knight."

Lancelot cheered up in an instant. If he hadn't been ordered to follow Caesar in a spirit form, at this time he would have assumed the solemn etiquette posture of being a knight, "Really?!... Is Sun Knight Gawain even better?"

Caesar was not good at lying, so he could only vaguely say "This..."

How should I put it, Lancelot and Gawain are different types. Lancelot is as gentle as a moonlight lake, while Gawain is as bright as the sun and the breeze, but from the perspective of light, Caesar naturally likes Sun Knight Gawain is closer, so there is no way to compare them together!

Sensing his reaction, Lancelot lowered his voice, and his emotions turned down within a second. Even though he tried hard to cover it up, his tone was still inexplicably blunt.

"I see... so the 'best', is under Gawain? So it is."

"..." Caesar, "That's not the case, Lancelot, you are different."

"I see... we are different from the beginning." Lancelot laughed at himself, "After all, I am just a sinner, and Gawain is such a noble knight, he should have appeared as a saber, but I I'm not fit to use a sword at all, I'm just an unclean berserker."

Caesar now clearly feels that he said something wrong——

He might as well not have spoken just now, maybe Lancelot won't be as silent as he is now!

So why the truth can always make things worse...

However, it is really difficult to lie, he can't lie at all like Little Sun Karna? !

It is not a good thing to make people feel bad, so Caesar began to use his little brain, trying to find the best of both worlds while telling the truth and properly alleviating the emotions of Lancelot who was on the verge of blackening.

After reading so many novels, comics, and games, and even dabbling in shoujo romance comics, Nishizawa was still at a loss and at a loss for this sudden situation.

"Actually, I'm not the king you think." He could only tell the truth, "There's no need to take my opinion seriously."

Hearing this, Lancelot's voice was filled with anger, and this gentle knight was so angry that he couldn't add more, he retorted, "You don't need to do this, my king! Even if you don't want to accept my offer Guardian, there is no need to insist that you are not the king of Great Britain——!"

The knight's voice trembled, and he was obviously so offended by his words that he couldn't control his emotions.

"Could it be, could it be that I'm still a berserker, so my king will look down on me?!" Lancelot continued to take deep breaths, revealing a sad tone, "It should be like this... I got such an answer , I am humiliating myself."

Caesar "..."

——No, never, calm down Lancelot!

Just when he was trying to recall the sentences in the comics and novels he had read, so as to deal with Lancelot who was in a depressed mood, the musician sitting on the piano bench in front of him finally noticed something strange.

Salieri withdrew the rose in his hand, placed it between the keys of the piano, narrowed his scarlet pupils, and asked keenly

"You're distracted - when you're with me...who are you talking to?!"