[Double North] Fate

He Jiong opened his eyes in panic, seeing darkness in front of him.His back became cold again, probably because he was leaning against the wall, and there was a dull pain from the impact.A hand clasped the back of his head was buried in his hair, so his face was buried on someone's chest, and the skin on his cheeks was painfully rubbed against the cotton clothes such as T-shirts.The body was hugged and fixed in the warm embrace by the other arm, but the strength of that arm made him feel that the side of the arm that was bound was quite painful.

He Jiong was like a seed breaking through the soil, pushing away the broad palm on the back of his head.His eyes were finally able to see colors other than black, but the scene he saw for a split second took his breath away.The ceiling, the floor, and the partitions of the compartments, all places that can be seen are covered with splattered red blood, and the windows and walls are covered with flying blood foam and pieces of meat.The weak appearance of the girl tied up in the vines seems to still remain on the retina, and the visual impact of the front-to-back comparison is so cruel that it causes him to retch physiologically, and a strong sense of sadness comes from nowhere.

"Uh... um..."

There was a subdued panting sound in his ears.Quickly regaining consciousness, He Jiong turned his eyes away from recalling the tragedy of Assassin's body, trying to concentrate on communicating with the person who made the voice in front of him: "Sasa?"

The person who pushed He Jiong to the wall and pressed him into his arms at the moment of the explosion was Caster.His face was hidden in the shadow of the backlight, and the strength of his arms was slightly relaxed so that the other party could breathe more smoothly.He Jiong took advantage of the situation and gently pushed him.

Caster still didn't respond.

He Jiong was a little flustered.He wanted to check whether Caster's back was injured by the impact of the explosion, but the hand he just stretched out was roughly grasped from the wrist by the opponent, and he was stuck in the air and could not move an inch.

"Don't touch it. Assassin's blood and... fragments of body tissue are very poisonous. I think as long as it gets on a little bit, it can kill you." Caster explained slowly.

He Jiong's chest suddenly seemed to be strangled by a broken mechanical roulette, tied in a tight knot, feeling dull and uncomfortable. "I know you stood in front of me to help me block her treasure. Did you hurt your back? How serious?"

The two are of similar physique, and He Jiong's head is within reach when he turns his head.So Caster exerted a little force, and smiled weakly into He Jiong's ear: "It's okay, Teacher He, I'm fine. I'm a follower, and I'm not so easy to be poisoned to death... It's just that it hurts a little. Stay here and don't mess around." Just move, don't touch anything, I'll move away in a second."

Caster's body close to him is obviously so warm, but He Jiong's heart is like falling into a cave of ice.With only a light effort, he broke away from Caster's hand that was clasping his wrist, but his strength continued to drain, and he pulled up the collar of the jacket in front of him, and his breathing became more and more short due to tension: "Tell me honestly how the injury is."

"...The extent of the body's skin being corroded, really. At most... the spine was burned to a point," Caster's reply was low and slow, with the erratic breath that was light and heavy, clearly mixed with the pain he tried to hide, "This This kind of poison is enough to kill ordinary people and even human magicians instantly, but it can't kill the spirit foundation of followers. As long as the heart is not injured, it can be restored with magic power.... Cough."

Caster coughed, and at some point the wall of rose petals surrounding the two of them lost their magic power, collapsed as if unable to bear their own gravity, and fell to the ground.It was only then that He Jiong noticed that from the bottom of his shoulders to the ground, where Caster could not completely cover with his own body, he was perfectly protected by a physical shield made of layer upon layer of petals.

This was the decision Caster made at the moment when he was attacked and had no time to chant the long byte defense magic.

"I didn't think too much about it before I did this... Seriously, our luck is pretty good. If it wasn't for the plants being immune to her poison, it's unknown whether you and I would still be alive now—ahem..."

On the original ruby-colored petals, the crimson color of semi-coagulated blood is dotted with dots.Thinking of Caster's back being gnawed by the highly toxic blood and causing deep burns on a large area, He Jiong's mind went blank, and his hands tightened his grip on the opponent's collar, as if he would disappear from his eyes once he let go .

On the contrary, Caster said in a comforting tone: "I didn't mention it just now because I was afraid that you would worry. It's really not as serious as you think. The spirit core has not been destroyed, and I will be fine."

"I'm sorry... I can't do anything."

And you're still enduring pain I can't even imagine.He Jiong bit his lower lip in frustration.Blindly being protected, blindly accepting the contribution of his partner, and the other party never blamed himself for his negligence and incompetence even though he was seriously injured and suffering.He Jiong was unwilling to be forgiven like this.

"Don't think so. As both the master and the servant of the contract, of course I should protect you. As long as you are safe as the master, I will recover no matter how many injuries I suffer. You see , I speak much more fluently now than before, and my shoulders can move." Speaking of which, Caster smiled and shrugged his shoulders pretending to be relaxed.

He Jiong turned his face away, Caster couldn't see his expression, but he knew that He Jiong blamed himself very much for how things turned out.Although in terms of every move, He Jiong, as his master, never made any improper choices; in such an emergency situation, it was his own helplessness to use his body to protect him, not his fault.

If your master is a magician other than He Jiong, you will probably only discuss and study with him about the strategic mistakes in the Holy Grail War after the battle is over.But there is no doubt that He Jiong did not regard the incident of being attacked by Assassin as an ordinary battle that can be seen everywhere on the battlefield of countless Holy Grail Wars.He doesn't think it's a matter of course for servants to sacrifice and consume themselves on the battlefield for the master as a battle tool.

Caster vaguely realized that He Jiong cherished him much more than he estimated.

"……asshole."

Mr. He, as a professional host, you must always pay attention to your own words——

Caster originally wanted to say that.But it was impossible to say it on the objective level, so he swallowed all those words.

When He Jiong stretched his hands towards his face, his initial reaction was "what are you going to do?" Then his cheeks were held by cold fingers and warm palms, and his two lips and two rows of teeth were covered by a warm , soft tongue forcefully prying it open, Caster's head is like an airplane engine spinning too fast, overheating and malfunctioning.

After a while the engine cooled down along with his brain, and he finally understood the situation.This is probably the strongest, most jerky kiss that exists within the scope of his knowledge, a kiss that is only focused on fulfilling its sole purpose, at best, it is only a necessary ritual to achieve that purpose.The clear and warm magic power was transmitted through the saliva fed into his mouth. Due to the urgency of the magic power provider, he poured in too much liquid for a while, making him accept and swallow with difficulty, while stroking the back of the other person's hand back and forth, Let him relax his strength and slow down his movements.

The exchange of body fluids between the master and the servant can strengthen the magic power connection between the two in a short period of time, and quickly replenish a large amount of magic power for the servant to help improve the servant's defense, recovery and attack effects.The bodily fluids of a magician—saliva, sweat, blood, and genital secretions—all contain extremely strong magic power, making it directly enter the follower's body is a quick way to replenish magic.Rather, after careful consideration, saliva is already the most acceptable medium among them.

"I think—my injury seems to be healed soon." When He Jiong slightly let go of Caster's lips, the teasing words fell out from between his teeth like candy crumbs after chewing.He stretched out his thumb, and wiped away a trace of sparkle from the corner of the other party's mouth: "It's really embarrassing to let you do such a disgusting thing as kissing a man."

He Jiong didn't look at him, didn't answer, just lowered his head, resting his forehead on his shoulder.I feel that compared to me, you seem to be in more pain, Caster thought, so the pain caused by the poisonous corrosion on his back really eased as if it was half shared by the other party.

"Jingjiong, you have done well enough. I must commend you for using the command spell to summon me to my side in time, which shows that your reaction speed is fast enough when encountering enemy attacks. Ah, yes. That At that time, I was also being targeted by another servant, and I was almost caught by him. It was probably Assassin's companion—so you actually saved me." Caster said.The content of the words was basically correct. When he was rushing back towards the center of Xingsha, there was indeed a follower following him from a distance, and he was about to find his position.

This incident seemed to ease some of He Jiong's sense of guilt.His small, muffled voice came from Caster's chest: "...are you really better?"

"It's much better! Look at my wounds healed in an instant, my body looks great, and I'm alive and kicking."

"That's good," He Jiong distanced himself from him, indicating that he was going to walk towards the door of the bathroom, and said in a gentle tone that seemed to be the same as usual, "I've been here for a long time, and if I don't go back, they will come to find me Already. Can I ask you for the follow-up, Caster?"

Caster cleared a path for him, and reached out to open the door that was still stained with poisonous blood. "No problem, leave it to me. I will restore this place, and then sneak home and rest. Assassin was defeated, and they don't have the strength to trouble us again in a short time."

"Okay. Then...see you tonight. Be careful yourself." He Jiong walked out alone.

Caster moved his eyes following He Jiong's back, and was even more reluctant to close the door.He didn't miss the aftereffects of the other party's kiss with him - the eyes that couldn't meet him, the stiff limbs when walking, the fact that he called him "Caster" pretending to be natural when talking, and the tingling in his ears. A smudge of red.

You are so cute, it will make me reluctant to leave you, Mr. Jiong.He lowered his head and pressed his palm against his beating heart, which was being pounded by overflowing emotions.