[FGO] Stone is a bad civilization

"I, I know." Romani swallowed hard, and tentatively said, "Is it, the kind, the kind that is similar to Indian temple prostitutes..."

I nodded.

"Seeing you, Xue, why did you mention this all of a sudden?"

I shrugged my shoulders, and said in a brisk tone as if I was talking about another person: "Because I used to be a male version of a prostitute in my family in Japan...Of course, it should only be a reserve, um."

The moment I finished speaking, I saw Romani's face change.

If we say that before, the expression on his face can be regarded as a mixture of doubt and a little panic, then after hearing my confession, the emotions emanating from his whole body are only disbelief.

Romani straightened the back of his tongue, opened and closed his lips a few times, but he couldn't utter a complete word.Because the distance is relatively close, I can still see clearly, although his eyes are still full of my reflection, but the pupils are loose, and the focus of the eyes is gradually lost.

Seeing such an excited reaction from the other party, I sighed lightly from the bottom of my heart.

I am afraid that not many people will accept that their girlfriend or boyfriend has ever engaged in such a seemingly glamorous, but actually dirty job, even if nothing happened to her or him, for lovers, it is psychologically overwhelming. That hurdle must be a difficult one to overcome.

I didn't feel very sad, but I was still somewhat embarrassed about it.

I spent my childhood in an isolated castle in Germany. I was kept under house arrest until I was 12 years old, and was allowed to leave my mother’s house and go to the Clock Tower in London. advanced studies.And after graduation, because of the exposure of my special physique, I was half-forced to go to Japan.

I didn't stay in the clock tower for many years, and I was only fifteen or sixteen when I completed all the credits.I originally wanted to take advantage of my age and go to an ordinary university to study my favorite major, but the sudden intervention of my Japanese family directly changed the trajectory of my life for a long time afterwards.

The Aiba family is not the kind of magician family in the traditional Western cognition, they are the operators of the shrine, and they also claim to be the spokesperson of the gods.Although I have always sneered at my father's relatives, because I was tested as a magic insulator, I was eventually raised as the most suitable child in this generation as a sacrifice to the gods.

Yes, unlike other prostitutes who are used as "sacrifices", I was really raised in captivity to be offered to the gods.What's ridiculous is that the Aiba Shrine enshrines—no, maybe it's more appropriate to say that it is repression. What is suppressed in the Aiba Shrine is not any one of the 800 million gods in Japanese mythology, but a group of people who are similar to fallen grievances. The spirit is like a mourning god.

Haha, how ridiculous.I was obviously forced to learn the most orthodox broken magic in the private school. I was waiting for my final outcome, but I wanted to use my own flesh and blood to feed those demons and ghosts who were no longer gods at all, instead of destroying them.

"Xuejian, because your spiritual power is not polluted by the filthy things from the outside world, you are the purest and most perfect. As a child of the Aiba family, since you have this qualification, you should serve The Aiba family has made contributions, and believe me, the gods will love you too, you have always been an excellent child..."

Except for the unshakable daily art and archery training, as well as the learning of some strange knowledge, in the rest of the time, my ears will always be surrounded by such brainwashing words.Even when I was occasionally allowed to leave my small courtyard and go to the front hall of the shrine, those unsuspecting worshipers would point and point at me excitedly, whispering in their mouths : "Look, it's that boy with long gray hair, he is the latest generation of God Son..."

Although there are people of my age in the shrine, they always avoid me. I don’t know if they are asked by those adults not to “contaminate” me, or they simply don’t want to have anything to do with me, the unlucky ghost.

But actually, I don't care about their attitude.

Just like when I was young, I always liked to immerse myself in my own world, or when I was older, I was keen to create a weird image to the outside world. I never cared about other people's eyes from the beginning to the end.I choose not to communicate, or reject those olive branches that are thrown at me, just because I think it is unnecessary, boring, and... without it, it will make people sad, sad things.

If not, then pretend that I never desire them, and my heart will not go on bemoaning their absence.

When the shrine was wasted time as a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered, I also held such a pessimistic attitude, as if the one who was about to die was not me, not Yukimi Aiba, but another person who had nothing to do with me Humans do.

I originally thought that I would welcome my own death so calmly. After all, I have struggled and escaped before, but the power of resistance of a teenage and underage boy is nothing more than a fly shaking a tree in the eyes of the whole family. .

However, just when I was about to accept my fate, I received a letter of appointment from Chaldea on a distant snow mountain. A surprising thing happened. The family who had been biting me before turned out to be an easy job this time. He let me go without hesitation, and my father who had been silent before—as if he was afraid that the elders above would repent, also rushed me out of the house in a rude and undignified way for the first time.

"so……"

After suppressing the sourness in my heart and finished talking about my experience, I let out a long breath, smiled self-deprecatingly, and said to Romani: "I'm afraid the only time I am grateful to my father is when he This time, they threw me out of the house indiscriminately."

Romani looked at me with a complicated face, and there were emotions in his eyes that I couldn't distinguish clearly at a glance.

Recounting a memory that I hate and fear in my heart doesn't seem to be as difficult as I thought.After revealing all of my dark past, unexpectedly, I felt a lot more relieved in my heart.After all, before this, I never mentioned my experience in Japan to the second person, including my mother.

She doesn't need to know that the son she has loved for so many years is about to step into the abyss of eternal doom. She just needs to live a relaxed life with coffee and bread in the morning and black tea and dessert in the afternoon under the protection of her husband and the concealment of the child.

"Okay, okay, take it easy!"

I patted Romani on the shoulder, trying to get him out of my previous deep narration, but I was caught off guard, and the orange-haired man who I thought had heard the fool reacted quickly and grabbed my arm , took advantage of the trend and pulled it to his side.

Romani hugged me hard.

"Ah, you are a little lighter..."

I wanted to cry out in pain, but I don't know if it was an illusion. After being hugged tightly by the other party, I always felt that my collar and neck seemed to be wetted by some hot liquid.After I froze and stopped thinking for half a second, I suddenly realized that it might be Romani's tears.

He cried?

Unbelievably, I touched his face buried in the hollow of my shoulder and wiped the corners of his eyes.

Ah, he actually cried.

I felt the wetness on my fingertips, and my heart instantly went blank.

why is he cryingIs it for me?For my past, inexplicable memory?

why why?

I suddenly felt dazed.

"You, stop crying." I hugged him helplessly, patted his back indiscriminately, trying to make him stop crying.

"This is not the point, you, you listen to me continue."

"Do not……"

Romani let go of me with a hoarse voice, the eye sockets and the tip of the nose were red.

"If that's not the point, what else is the point?"

"I really hate my former self, Xue Jian." He grabbed my arm, and his hands tightened unconsciously.

I was in pain from being pinched by him, but when I saw the deep remorse on his face, I subconsciously closed my mouth.

"Why, why don't I know more about you, even if it's just because of the professional ethics of a doctor, when facing your mental illness... I should, I should have asked you earlier."

For some reason, after hearing his weeping words, I also began to feel my eye sockets start to sore slightly.

"Even if you ask, I won't necessarily tell you..." I comforted him in a soft tone, "So, don't think about it anymore, okay? Don't think about it like that anymore, it's completely against you It doesn't matter."

I leaned forward and left a series of light kisses on the corner of each other's eyes.

"It's all over, Romani." I said to him after wiping the last tear on his cheek with my lips, "I'm very happy now. Because I met you, I'm living a very happy and interesting life now. "

"Whether it's morning or night, you're always here, Romani."

"So, please stop blaming yourself."

Romani rolled his eyeballs slowly, and gently fluttered his wet eyelashes.

I rubbed the side of the other person's face with the tip of my nose affectionately, and said with a smile, "Don't cry, who do you want to show this pitiful look to? Does David's father know that he actually raised a crying son? "

"Don't call him that..."

He reprimanded in a hoarse voice, with some nasal and crying voices that were too late to fade.

"well."

I bent my eyes, backed away a little, changed my sitting posture again, lowered my legs and stuffed my feet into the cotton slippers beside the bed, then moved closer to Romani, turned over his hand, and Fingers clasped.

"If you really feel guilty, you can do experiments with me in the future. I really learned a lot and couldn't practice the knowledge at that time... Well, let's not talk about that."

I hurriedly brought the topic back to the original direction before the other party's mind turned the corner.

"That's right, I'm telling you these things, firstly, because I want to confess politely, secondly... just to tell you..."

I tightened the hands they held, and turned my head to meet his eyes.

"In order to keep the 'sacrifice' clean, the shrine and my residence at that time were engraved with the most powerful despiritual circles, not to mention the familiars, even the highest heroic spirits would not be able to step through the torii for half a step of."

A trace of doubt flashed in Romani's eyes.

"So, I mean."

I cleared my throat, and said, "Combining the previous practice of deleting the traces of MUS000 in time after it was discovered, and my inference just now, I don't think I'm in the state of being possessed by him now."

"That is to say, right now, I'm just Aiba Xuejian."