[FGO] Stone is a bad civilization

In all fairness, I don't dislike people with a personality like Da Vinci, but because their actions are always so calm and completely unconventional, I generally keep a respectful distance from such people in normal times.

People who act frankly will always easily see through the words and deeds of others. Gilgamesh is like this, and so is Da Vinci.The former can easily see through and play with people's hearts, while the latter is a famous wise man in history, known as a universal genius.

Because of Gilgamesh's own personality, it is quite easy for me to get along with him as long as I understand his behavior rules and likes and dislikes, but the Da Vinci in front of me is...

Like to pursue "beauty", like to seek knowledge, like to show off one's own wisdom.

As a person who prides himself on being a scholar, I have mixed feelings about Da Vinci's way of showing off his knowledge. On the one hand, I dislike her publicity and arrogance, and on the other hand, I have to admit that she does have such capital. Can't help but respect and adore her.

But I don't want to show the other party's face just because of these little things.After all, it is extremely ungentlemanly to care about the small flaws in a beautiful lady's character.

Fortunately, Leonardo Da Vinci is now in the shape of Mona Lisa. I looked at the back of the other party and thought with some joy that if he had appeared in the world in the form of a man, maybe I would have quarreled with him long ago. up.

"Oh, the results are here!" Da Vinci cheered, and printed out my previous blood test list with a printer placed in the corner that didn't match the style of the entire magic workshop.

She scanned the thin slip of paper quickly.

"The concentration of magic power in your blood is really abnormally high." She looked up at me.

I nodded: "Indeed, Gilgamesh said earlier that he thought that I had kept all the magic circuits in my body in an open state and my body was recovering well, so he asked me to establish a contract."

"If I compare the average magician who turns on the circuit to a small 1W light bulb, judging from your current state, you are simply a 1000W searchlight, or the kind specially used for concerts." Daphne Qi casually tossed the blood test sheet aside and glanced at me with great interest.

"However, I can almost deduce the reason for your current state. Listen to Rome, your magic circuit is broken?"

"There's no way to open the magic circuits," I replied, "not even feel their presence."

"Oh, that's very possible, they really disappeared," Da Vinci said.

"...Aren't you joking?" I couldn't believe that she had made such a conclusion so lightly.Although I have always regarded myself as a third-rate magician, I didn't work hard on magic training, and even didn't report it in time after I felt something was wrong with my magic circuit. Some don't care, but it doesn't mean I can calmly accept the fact that a part of my body has suddenly evaporated out of thin air.

"A magic circuit is to a magician what nerves are to ordinary people." I think Da Vinci's ideas are too whimsical. My magic circuits were temporarily damaged, and I don’t want to believe that they disappeared out of thin air.”

But the next second, I felt something was wrong there.

"But I still have a considerable concentration of magic power in my body."

I suddenly realized what I had overlooked before.

"Even if the physique of a magician is indeed somewhat different from that of ordinary people, and can store some magic power, even if I turned on the circuit before, there shouldn't be so much..."

"Oh, congratulations, have you finally found the problem?" Da Vinci clapped his hands in congratulations, but the standard Mona Lisa smile on her face was sarcasm no matter what.

"So, listen to what people say, little historian. My inference is well-founded."

Da Vinci cleared his throat and put on a solemn and solemn expression.She narrowed her eyes slightly, and folded her hands in front of her lower abdomen. She looked very much like a choir member who came to the stage to sing hymns during mass on Sunday.

Her serious look made the atmosphere around her suddenly tense.

I suddenly felt a little nervous for no reason.

"You know what happens when you add salt to sliced ​​cucumbers?"

"what?"

Da Vinci's strange speech caught me unexpectedly, and I subconsciously asked her back: "What did you just say?"

With a look of "look how good-tempered I am", she repeated what she had just said in a slow and persuasive tone: "Do you know what will happen if you add salt to sliced ​​cucumbers?"

Is this a sharp turn of the brain?I can't keep up with the all-round genius's drag racing ideas.

"Uh, into pickles?" I wasn't sure.

"Wrong!" Leonardo Da Vinci gave me a gouged look with his "hating iron but not steel" eyes, broke the respectful posture just now, put his hands on his hips, and raised his head and shouted.

"Cucumbers will ooze water!"

I looked at her posture that did not have the gentle temperament of Mona Lisa for a long time, and showed her an awkward but polite smile.

In fact, the reason for my situation is very simple. After Da Vinci pressed my head and gave me a lesson in basic biology, I finally managed to understand the reason.

"So, it is because I was thrown into the interior of the Great Holy Grail and soaked in a magic solution containing a huge amount of magic power, and because the concentration of magic power in my body is thinner than that of the outside, those magic powers are based on the principle of penetration. Transferred from the magic solution in the periphery into my body."

I was dizzy with my explanation, and it took me a while to remember the original problem.

"What does this have to do with my magic circuit? I can remember that Rafe used unknown means to strip off my contract with the Cave King, which would indeed damage the magic circuit... He probably didn't take my magic Shall we take the circuit down directly?"

"You don't know if you picked it up or not?"

Da Vinci gave me a strange look.

"I feel very cold, so cold that I can't feel pain." I answered her honestly.

"Oh, I'm more inclined to 'hate'."

"Melted?" I didn't believe it, "How could the salt water melt the cucumber slices."

Da Vinci spread his hands to me, his face full of pity: "But aqua regia is fine, do you know aqua regia? It's just..."

I quickly reached out to stop her explanation.

"Oh, by the way, I secretly took a picture of you being rescued by King Gilgamesh. Do you want to see it? I advise you not to, otherwise you won't be able to eat later."

Although she said so, she turned around happily and rummaged through the pile of sundries beside her, trying hard to describe the scene to me while searching.

"Uh, thanks, the photo is unnecessary."

At first, I was still a bit curious and wanted to see my miserable appearance half a month ago, but when Da Vinci uttered the first sentence of description, I immediately refused.

"I'm now grateful for the beauty of life. I don't have the slightest memory of being in that state, which is wonderful."

"Hey, it's good that you know. But I still think the person concerned should have a look."

Da Vinci quickly scanned the photos he had just found in front of my eyes. The mess of colors made me immediately decide to stop thinking for three seconds, so as not to make up any terrible scenes in my brain.

"So you have to thank Romani and King Gilgamesh well."

Da Vinci turned the photo over and took a look at himself, and then he also showed an expression of "I can't stand it any longer". He took a match and lit the alcohol lamp on the table, and burned the thin piece of paper into nothingness. ash.

"Especially this guy Romani, he regrets letting you stay in Fuyuki."

Da Vinci’s words reminded me of the previous scene of Dr. Roman’s rage. I feel sincerely guilty and sorry for the trouble I caused them, but if I were to choose again, I would stick to Singularity-F, Witnessed the death of the director.

"Speaking this kind of words may make me appear very heartless." I felt a little uneasy in my heart. I have wanted to say some things for a long time. That is an established fact, and I understood the truth a long time ago.Although I already know those things in my heart, I still want to say them ritually, as a farewell to the misunderstood past.

"I have no regrets about choosing to stay in Fuyuki."

I looked at Da Vinci, she unexpectedly did not interrupt me, so I took a deep breath secretly, and then said: "Although the lesson was painful, I have to say, I still understand some very important things from it. .”

Da Vinci snorted to signal that she was listening.

What do I want to tell you?Tell her that I actually didn't like the deceased director as much as I imagined, and I also rejected this fact, refused to admit my heart, and even pretended to feel guilty and guilty about it?

I struggled with it for a long time.This is ridiculous, I said to myself, why did I have such absurd emotions, such a self-defeating attitude?When I show that I like someone, I am showing it to whom. I feel chilled by my own indifference. In the final analysis, who am I torturing?

"Little historian, are you still talking about it? There are still a lot of tests waiting for you to do." Da Vinci knocked her scepter on the ground, pulling me back from my thoughts reality.

I was startled, and while realizing that there was an audience waiting for me, I heard my heart beating powerfully deep in my chest.My eyes fell on the left hand made by Da Vinci's machinery, and then jumped to the alcohol lamp in the middle of the messy table. In the small magic workshop, there was still a little burnt smell left by the burned film.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, then smiled and looked at Da Vinci who was waiting impatiently.

"It's nothing," I said, "I just found out that it's really nice to have you, Romani, and everyone in Chaldea."

Da Vinci raised his eyebrows, and the expression on his face softened a little.

"Of course." Her voice returned to the usual jumping-off, with a touch of complacency on her face, "Leaving aside that weak chicken like Romani, I'm an almighty genius."

"Haha, yes." I suddenly felt that the bragging style of the servant in front of me was much more pleasing to the eye, and a sentence that had been hidden in my heart for a long time came out naturally.

"I'm really happy to be alive to see you again."

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This is the end of the emotional transformation of the protagonist. Although it is quite abrupt, he has almost figured it out here.

In the future, the intermediate process may be written in more detail.

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