Killing an old enemy

There is absolutely no such thing as reason in the Pharaoh's code.

Osmandis "I don't care whether you understand what I mean or not."

Inside the pyramids silently cast light of pure gold overhead, and the garden of the gods was dotted with glittering sequins like hot sand and floating snowflakes.

"But if your main consciousness becomes someone else," his eyes were cold, and he was a little indescribably arrogant, exuding the aura of the king of kings all over his body, making people involuntarily believe that every word he said would be fulfilled, "Yu will kill you."

Caesar felt a force in his voice, transmitted from between the hands he held his.

"I……"

Osmandis looked at him.

"...Yu knows." Caesar was a little helpless, and said with a hand on his forehead, "But you can't meddle in the matter of Yu sending away other old enemies, Yu has his own measure."

Osmandis snorted, "I know you are like this."

Never favoring any side, that's why I feel that it doesn't matter if the main consciousness is given to others. If there is one common point that has not been revealed in this group of conceptual heroes, it is exactly that.

"Is there anything else to say?" Caesar asked.

Osmandis asked back, "There is nothing else, are you leaving Yu? Go to those people in Great Britain?"

Those similar pure golden eyes looked at him without blinking, and suddenly, they closed their eyelids a little bit, like a lazy big cat, squinting and putting on a cold expression. Concerned about throwing Caesar a death question.

Caesar "..."

how to answer?He didn't dare to speak for a while, and now he understood that his speech was not very good.

Seeing his reaction like this, Osmandis is still unclear.

Originally, Caesar thought he would be angry, but unexpectedly found that the fact was exactly the opposite of what he had imagined. Pharaoh seemed to be in a good mood at this time, and his eyes were not as cold as before.

Facing his puzzled look with a hint of blankness, Osmandis said, "If you don't regard Yu Zhenxin as your old enemy, you won't hesitate."

In other words, Caesar hesitated today because of his feelings, which shows that he still cares about Pharaoh, so Osmandis, who got a satisfactory answer, no longer needs to continue to press him to give an accurate answer.

Caesar "..."

He didn't know what to say for a while, Pharaoh was too easy to coax.

"Yu hopes that you will stop using mind reading to understand a person in the future."

Caesar looked confused, "Is it not possible?"

"It's not impossible, it's just that this will lose a lot of truth."

Hearing this, Caesar thought about it carefully, and felt that what Osmandis said made sense-he was always easily influenced by the miscellaneous thoughts in other people's minds, and because he was too clear about the other person's inner thoughts, he thought about why this happened abilities are degraded.

"You are so kind." Caesar said.

The pharaoh seemed to take his blunt expression well, and even showed satisfaction.

"If you really want to thank Yu, you should have your own treasure as soon as possible." Osmandis snorted, his pure gold eyes seemed to be molten molten as far as the eye could see, but the strange thing was that when he stared at him, even though he was burning People don't hurt people.

Pharaoh never violated any of his inner thoughts. He said that he would cultivate his old enemy, but he would never do it when the opponent had not grown up.

Nishizawa couldn't help but be surprised, and only then belatedly realized that it was such a feeling to be seen through at a glance - he didn't have his own precious treasure, and if you think about it carefully, you can understand why it happened. It will be like this.

Because from the bottom of his heart, he simply did not recognize, do not recognize, and did not respect this part of himself as the monarch of the Hittite Empire, so naturally he could not build the prototype of the Noble Phantasm, so he could only keep borrowing other people's Noble Phantasms.

"At that time, use your treasure to fight Yu Yi in return."

He is looking forward to the treasure of his old enemy. If Nishizawa wants to express his gratitude, as a qualified old enemy, all he has to do is to use his own power to fight him as soon as possible.

In the past few times, he didn't open the Noble Phantasm, but just fought with weapons like that, which actually didn't reach the level that Osmandis wanted. In this matter, he unexpectedly gave some rare patience, which made the dull Caesar He reacted by himself, but since he was still so confused, then Pharaoh decided to choose to clarify clearly.

Caesar's heart moved, and he couldn't tell what he felt at the moment, it was a strange, unprecedented warm current, which made his heart beat very fast.

The sour emotion in his heart made the heroic spirit who had died long ago, even did not exist in this world, breathe quickly.

So he held out his hand to him.

"Osmandis." Caesar said in a muffled voice.

Osmandis raised his eyelids and took a look at his hand hanging in the air. He actually thought it was a little funny. Without further thinking, Pharaoh had already pulled out his hand, and he held Caesar's hand tightly instead, as if he had concluded What must be fulfilled is the promise of the oath.

"I... I will."

"Someone is waiting for you to say goodbye." Osmandis said, he unilaterally ended the topic, "It's that knight, go, I'm watching you go."

Hearing this, Caesar nodded, "Okay."

It should be Lancelot. He dismissed him before, but now he should be here to pick him up.

After all, Caesar felt that the scene in front of him was gradually darkening. He realized that his body was falling backwards lightly. Just when he was about to touch the ground, he raised his head and saw the top of the pyramid, which was full of magic. The swirling sky and scorching sun made him slightly fascinated.

When he realized it, he found himself standing upright on the noisy streets of Tokyo, with smooth raindrops falling from his cheeks.

The city

It was raining in the middle of the night, and what made him even more surprised was that the time was printed on the projection screen at the farthest point, which was exactly what time in the morning, but the streets in Tokyo were quiet, and pedestrians held umbrellas silently. Passed by, but the flickering lights were gorgeous and unusual.

"..." Caesar.

It turns out that's what Osmandis meant when he said watch him go.

Unexpectedly, sending him in front of Lancelot was equivalent to throwing him directly from the top of the pyramid, as expected of his family's old enemy Pharaoh.

he has noticed

In the distance, there was a tall figure standing alone under the eaves of the convenience store. Lancelot's side face was lowered, as if he was thinking about something on his mind, so that a string of raindrops fell on his shoulders Go up, wet the coat, but he himself didn't respond at all.

Caesar frowned and walked towards him.

"Your clothes are wet," said he. "What are you thinking, Lancelot?"

When he called his name, the knight suddenly realized, looked at him immediately, and smiled apologetically.

"I'm sorry, my king, I was distracted." Lancelot's voice was still so gentle, and he took out a complete letter from his well-protected arms, which still smelled of perfume, "This It's a letter from Salieri, and I brought it for you."

Caesar reached out to take the letter, pretended to bow his head, and then took the opportunity to sneak a glance at Lancelot from the corner of his eye.

I don't know if what Osmandis said played a role. At this time, he didn't think about using his mind-reading ability to hear what the other party was thinking.

Sure enough, after thinking that Caesar hadn't looked at him again, Lancelot breathed a sigh of relief. Although his expression was disappointed, there was also a hint of relief.

"..." Caesar asked, "Is there anything you want to say to Yu, Lancelot?"

He turned around and put the envelope away, not intending to read it immediately, but sized up the knight who was inexplicably embarrassed by his words.

"No……"

"Tell the truth!" Caesar suddenly accentuated his tone, and Lancelot was taken aback by this aggressive attitude, "Are you trying to lie to Yu?"

"..." Lancelot was silent, "I have never been able to lie to you, my king."

Caesar didn't talk nonsense, "Let's talk, I want to know what you're thinking."

Lancelot glanced at him hesitantly, then withdrew his gaze, looked away at the small puddle of water, made up his mind and said, "I was thinking... I plan to go back to the Seat of Heroes by myself, this is what I am seeing A plan made after the Roman emperor."

Hearing this, Caesar was inevitably a little surprised by this sentence.

"Do you have any requirements?" He asked involuntarily, "Just like Salieri, I can satisfy you."

It is even possible to increase the sync rate appropriately so that more parts of Arthur can come to see him.

Originally Caesar was not such a character, but just like people can't help but pay attention to the best child, Lancelot's words made him feel an unprecedented sense of responsibility - not only from the part of Arthur, because They were originally one.

Lancelot shook his head, his eyes were clear, "I'm sorry, my king, I don't have one."

It is impossible for him to make demands on his beloved king, and he will never be able to do so. This is like throwing his repaired knight dignity on the ground and trampling it.

"Why?" Caesar once again held back the thought of listening to his heart.

"When I saw the king for the first time, I said beyond my limits that I wanted to protect the king and become the king's knight again." Lancelot smiled, not very reluctantly, He just said softly, "When I saw me in Berserker again, I realized that I was really selfish."

Wanting to protect a king, this kind of thinking, is already out of bounds.

The knights that the king needs are to fight side by side, not a madman who claims to be a protector. Even if the king graciously forgives his betrayal, he already knows from the bottom of his heart that he can no longer become a man who can be entrusted to his back. People, so he had to be the one standing in front of him.

Show your back to the king in exchange for the lost trust of the king.

And the so-called enemy, the Roman emperor Lucius, was a battle between the kings of the two countries, and he, as a knight, could not intervene.

He didn't want to turn into a berserker in front of the king, and let the goodwill that had been so hard to improve fall to the bottom again. The feelings of jealousy and resentment deepened day by day, which made him feel at a loss. Lancelot didn't want to continue to let it go like this .

"So I thought, maybe it's better for me to return to the Seat of Heroes." Lancelot said, "I don't want to trouble the king anymore."

"I don't think you are troublesome."

None of them think so.

"Well, I know, thank you." The knight raised the corner of his mouth, which was a very gentle smile, "That's why I thought about leaving in a few days."

—Even if they all die together, Morgan must be taken away.

This is what the knight thinks.

Caesar, who didn't read minds, understood his meaning without a teacher. He didn't know what to say for a while, but felt strange emotions surging in his heart. Suddenly, he thought of something that happened to him and Nakahara Chuya before. Things, so he hooked Lancelot.

The knight showed a puzzled expression, but still obediently bent slightly, and then his expression became very astonished.

Because Caesar kissed him lightly on the cheek.

"Lancelot, you are the most knightly knight." He said as Lancelot remembered, "Arthur never regretted the day he wore the badge of knighthood for you."