Collision at the Grave of the Winery [Comprehensive]

After Osamu Dazai finished making trouble with his partner at Nakaya's house, it wasn't enough. He went to Xia You's house where he had already taken a shower and his hair was still dripping, eating and drinking. Red Archer heated up the curry rice he had made.

As for why it is curry rice again, this is what Osamu Dazai wanted to ask. The last time he came to harass Chuya Nakahara, he accidentally met Xia You. The girl hurried back to Tokyo and asked him to find his brother to get curry rice.

"Why is it curry rice again──because I like curry so much?" Xia You tilted his head in doubt, and his eyes lit up brightly when he mentioned this topic: "Mr. It is the most delicious thing in the world, whether it is Japanese curry, Indian curry, Thai curry, eaten with rice or with pie crust, beef, mutton, chicken, seafood, curry made with the perfect ratio of spices It’s like a delicacy that only appears in the sky!”

"Is that so?" Osamu Dazai took a slight step back, and twitched the corners of his lips stiffly at the aggressive look of the girl holding the plate of curry rice in his hand: "It seems that he likes curry rice just like Oda Saku. "

"The curry rice that Oda Saku likes is not something people can eat. After all, he is just eating chili!" Xia You retorted unwillingly, wanting to protect his favorite food: "Such spicy curry I can’t taste the unique aroma of spices such as fennel, cumin, pepper, etc., it’s just a pain!”

"Ahahahahaha, right?" Osamu Dazai took a step back. The enthusiasm of the girl in front of him was something he had never seen before. Emiya Xia has always been very shallow in interpersonal communication, even Nakahara, whom he has known since the age of 15. Chuya, now the distance is also extended, but occasionally when he returns to Yokohama, he will come to invite him to dinner.

Osamu Dazai's left eye, which was not covered by the bandage, lowered slightly, and landed on the curry rice. The tightly closed shell seemed to be pried open little by little, and the human breath spread out in the room. It adds a little warmth to the cool-toned house.

"So that's it, then I also like curry rice very much." Osamu Dazai said in Xia You's endless recommendation and praise, and his kite-colored eyes showed a faint smile: "From now on, the three of us will be curry rice." Fan trio, isn't it great, Xia Youjiang?"

"Although I like curry rice, the name is too ugly. Please forgive me for refusing." Xia You refused indifferently. She paused for two seconds before showing a confused expression: "Speaking of which, Oda Saku and I like curry. What's the matter with you?"

"Huh? Because we are friends, isn't it good to like the same thing?" Dazai Osamu blinked, and sat down obediently at the dining table with a plate in his hand. The porcelain spoon in his hand accidentally knocked on the plate, making a crisp and melodious sound the sound of.

"What are you talking about? The so-called friend is not defined in this way." Xia You said dissatisfied: "Everyone has something they like, isn't that the meaning of our life?"

"A so-called friend, it doesn't matter if you like things that are completely different from each other, even if your thoughts and principles are extremely contradictory."

"As long as I see the other party, I can pour out all the depression and unhappiness during this period, and even if I say something that offends others, it will be tolerated."

"The happy things we have experienced together will never be forgotten, that is friends!"

"You said something terrible, Master." After Osamu Dazai finished his meal, a figure appeared faintly in Xia You's room.

When the tall man appeared in the room, he almost blocked the light from above. The man's short violet hair and his eyes set off each other. The white armor that wrapped his body was decorated with a blue cloak with gold trim. Under the white ribbon, Embellished with a golden holy cross, the huge long sword in his hand is almost as high as himself, and the name of the sword is--the lake without regret.

The ideal knight Lancelot.

"Are you here?" Xia You was stunned for a moment when he heard the voice, and he pulled Lancelot's cloak casually, and took care of the slightly wrinkled blue silk cloth that was dragged on the ground just now due to the removal of the spirit son Ping, then said: "Does the doctor have any instructions after calling Baimao back?"

"It seems that I just want to ask about the daily mission report." Lancelot said briefly, the white armor on his body flashed and then disappeared, leaving behind the very ordinary home clothes inside.

As long as the heroic spirits in Chaldea leave Chaldea, unless they are required for battle, or follow Xia You in the form of spirit sons, they will usually replace their clothes with modern ones for camouflage.

"Do you want to eat curry?" Xia You said with a smile, Lancelot took a step back without a trace, obviously knowing that his master's love for curry has surpassed ordinary people, and said very gentlemanly: "Very Thanks, but I'm not hungry right now."

Xia You shrugged, seeming to feel that it was a pity. The girl took the pot of curry to the counter. Seeing that the curry had cooled over time and became more viscous, she put the lid on the pot up.

Lancelot stood quietly waiting for her to tidy up. Xia You seemed to like doing these things very much. When he was free, he would learn and study cooking skills from the red Archer.

"Then, let's talk about the task I want to give you." After Xia You cleaned up the kitchen, he picked up a rag and wiped the water stains that were splashed outside when washing the dishes just now, and then said: "Trouble You, who didn't need to be involved in this matter, are really sorry."

"I am your sword." Lancelot's expression reflected determination, as if he was still holding the world-famous sword Wugui Huguang even though he was wearing ordinary uniform at the moment, every time he said It's like making an oath to Xia You: "Even after so many years, I still remember the joy of fighting with you, Master, protecting you is my oath to this sword."

"You are the one worthy of my offer of this sword."

"In this life, the only ones who can make me think this way are the King of Knights and you."

Xia You's olive green eyes were faintly shining with a gentle and agile light, it seemed that only when he was with a heroic spirit like Lancelot who fought with him, survived with him, and fought for the world together, could he reveal his truest self. The look of the heart.

She has heard about Lancelot's determination many times. In fact, it is not uncommon for a servant like Lancelot to help him in Chaldea, but the most important task in Chaldea now is It has been completed, and the entire Chaldea is in a state where it can roam freely as long as it maintains its own privacy.

Undercover, the person who had to be killed in order to be undercover, Xia You was not a kind-hearted person, and naturally he would not lose himself because of these.

Unless necessary, she will not let her contracted heroic spirits help her, even if Ozymandias said angrily that this kind of thing only needs to be taught by the great Sun King, and then let them go underground Just ask Ai Lei to repent, but Xia You didn't ask him to help.

The hatred that belongs to oneself, the key that locks one's heart, if you don't do it yourself, then what's the point?

She wanted to make Rum, who attacked at that time, and the mastermind behind the scenes lose everything in her hands—this organization that has been in operation for so long, if it is taken away by subordinates who suddenly appeared, they will surely lose everything. An explosion of gas, maybe there will be a cerebral hemorrhage on the spot.

What is it to kill Rum and that man—she wants to make all the forces under them submit to her feet and control this dark empire—and then send them into Ai Lei’s eternal prison with her own hands, where they will live forever Watch it all.

Watch how they hand over the Dark Empire to others with their own hands.