[Comprehensive] Demon Fox Hiding Horse

Gilgamesh said hello and went back after not staying for long.

Compared to being flattered by being treated so politely by the King of Heroes, what Kurama cares more about is the overly obvious pleasure in his eyes when the other party leaves.

——It seems that a certain king of kings is still satisfied with his newly found "toy"?

Not knowing whether this toy refers to Kirei or Kariya, Kurama got up and walked slowly to the window of the French window in the living room.

The place that Diarmuid has often "occupied" of late is now empty.

The Heroic Spirit of the Spear is used to avoiding when the King of Heroes visits, and Kurama knows that this is not only because the other party doesn't get along with Gilgamesh, but maybe the calm and forbearing Servant is expressing his dissatisfaction and protest to himself in a disguised form. .

"What a headache."

Gazing out of the window at the bright moon that has taken on a strange and unknown blood color since sometime, Yaohu smiled lightly and shook his head.

"Dilmodo."

He softly called the Servant's real name.

As always, the Servant's call was answered immediately.

However, the beautiful young man who summoned him to appear in front of Kurama with his eyes slightly lowered, did not reply to his Master aloud like before he met Gilgamesh.

He just stood there silently with his eyes lowered, his body bouncing upright, his beautiful and seductive lips tightly pressed together and drawn into a straight line.

This silent gesture of resistance made Kurama a little helpless, but at the same time, it also stirred up a small amount of emotion that could be called "apology" in his heart.

"I didn't mean to hide from you."

Sighing slightly, Yaohu took two steps forward, and walked within reach of Servant.

Reflecting the bright moonlight mixed with a trace of coquettish blood, the soft and slightly apologetic look on his face was clearly seen in Diarmuid's eyes.

This made the originally expressionless handsome face of the black-haired heroic spirit gradually show a trace of wavering.

"...I don't mean to disagree with your decision."

After hesitating for a moment, looking at the soft and tolerant smile on the face of the Master who was close in front of him, Diarmuid pursed his lips, and decided not to continue to keep his mouth shut—he had already suffered Enough of the bitterness caused by poor communication, and the torment of being alone and repeatedly guessing the Master's mind but still not being able to see one or two of them.

"It's just, Master... my lord, what are you... thinking about?"

Raising his eyes, the handsome Heroic Spirit stared straight into the pair of emerald pupils that were clearer and more transparent than any pair of eyes he had ever seen—

"I swore to bring you everything you wished for, but now, I find that I don't know anything about what you want..."

"My lord, is it because I can't really understand your mind, or..."

—— Or, you have never entrusted me with real trust?

Lowering his head again, the expression on Diarmuid's face remained unchanged, but the deep exhaustion and self-denial that suddenly permeated Heroic Spirit's heart made the pair who once publicly announced their recognition of his will and persistence because of the Tibetan horse And the shining beautiful eyes dimmed the light, and became so hollow that it hurts people's heart.

"..."

The demon fox sighed silently.

He thought he still overestimated Diarmuid's psychological endurance.

Because of his firmness, composure, and self-confidence, he ignored the unforgettable betrayal and being betrayed, which had a huge impact on him, and made him face the next lord. Always be so careful.

If it is said that what Zangma did before untied most of Diarmuid's knots and made him really start to face up to himself as a Servant and knight, then the unexpected encounter with Gilgamesh that day, and after that All that happened, as an unexpected blow, caused the gunman's heart, which had not been fully opened, to suffer another unprepared blow.

Although this was the result of various accidents, in the final analysis, it was indeed Zangma's lack of thoughtfulness... No, or it should be said that Diarmuid's thinking was not wrong, it was Zangma's lack of trust in him.

But this is not because of Zangma's distrust of Diarmuid, but...

Annoyed, he raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, Yaohu really didn't know how to explain the circles to Servant.

However, Kurama's silence was regarded by Diarmuid as a wordless rejection.

The black-haired hero hooked the corners of his mouth in self-mocking and bitterness. For a moment, his handsome face seemed to lose its original luster, becoming dull and full of disappointment.

This deepened the helplessness and apology in Tibetan horse's heart.

Suddenly there was a soft touch on the cheek, Zang Ma turned his head, and saw Mo Ke Na stretching out his hand to touch his cheek, with a super healing feeling on his cute little face that could make all troubles and melancholy go away with a single stroke smile.

"Zangma, Mokona is fine."

Bai Tuanzi came up and rubbed against the side of his neck, and said in a crisp voice.

"But……"

Kurama wanted to refute something subconsciously, but Mokona shook his head to stop him.

"Diarmuid is a good man, Mokona doesn't want to see him sad."

More importantly, I don't want to see Zang Ma distressed.

The smile on Bai Tuanzi's face remained the same, but his eyes, which were no longer smiling, but became a little more serious, conveyed his thoughts to Zangma firmly.

Seeing this, Yaohu sighed silently again - he found that the number of times he sighed this day seemed to be a bit too much.

"Well, if Mokona insists."

Reaching out and rubbing the little guy's head, Kurama finally compromised.

Looking up at the opposite Diarmuid with a puzzled expression on his face, Kurama once again put on a gentle smile that was difficult to distinguish: "I hope that after this, you won't regret your persistence at this moment."

Facing the blank and somewhat nervous gaze of the spearman, he said softly.

***

Although he knew that there was a glorious ship made of gold and emeralds like Vimana in the treasury of the King of Heroes, Kurama still couldn't help feeling a little emotional when he was invited by the other party to step on this golden ship.

"This is really... a unique 'luxury' in heaven and earth, King of Heroes."

It's not to please the other party, but just a sincere sigh after seeing such a magnificent treasure.

Hearing this, the handsome blond-haired hero glanced at him like a sneer.

"Do you want me to reduce the size?"

Not responding to Kurama's exclamation, the Oldest King sat on the only throne on the boat and asked lazily.

Cangma raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard the words, and observed the other party carefully for a few times, until the King of Heroes could hardly bear to get angry and scold him, then he put his right hand around his chest pretending to be grateful, and saluted exaggeratedly: "I'm not very grateful, Wang !"

Gilgamesh curled his lips in disgust.

"If it weren't for...huh."

In the middle of the conversation, he changed into a "tolerant" attitude of disdain and caressing about Tibetan horses. The blond heroic spirit moved slightly, and the huge golden boat rose from the ground again, roaring towards the sky——

However, such a loud sound strangely did not attract any due attention.

Is it because... this place is far away from the city of Fuyuki, and is very close to the Einzbern Forest, which is located on both sides of the national highway and seems to be forgotten by everyone?

Looking down from the Glory Ship, the green waves and turbulent jungle seem to be endless, and there is no trace of illusion or magic enchantment at all from the periphery. Due to visual fatigue, Kurama withdrew his gaze and raised his hand to pour himself a cup of warm black tea.

Although he also invited Gilgamesh to the evening tea(?) party with himself and Mocona, the blond heroic spirit snorted and refused without hesitation.

"Don't get me wrong, Zangma. It is already a great favor for me to allow you and that little creature to sit and drink tea on this Vimana. Don't you expect me to join in your boring and childish Are you going to the event?"

——Well, since it’s like this, it’s not too hard to hide the horse.

The winter night was cold and gloomy, and because of what was about to happen that night, it brought a bit of biting splendor. Even if Zangma himself didn't care, Mokona couldn't be frozen.

The demon fox who cared for Bai Tuanzi, drinking hot drinks and eating snacks thoughtfully, couldn't help but move a little faster.

Gilgamesh snorted again when he saw this.

Looking sideways, his gaze unexpectedly glanced at the black-haired spearman standing silently behind the Tibetan horse. The King of Heroes raised his eyebrows, with a playful look on his face.

"Bastard, didn't you avoid this king this time? Do you think you have enough qualifications to meet the king, or... your Master has a good command and finally let you recognize your position?"

He knew well that Diarmuid avoided seeing the Hero King a few times before, but he didn't bother to care about the other party's reasons. Now that he asked this question, he didn't want to get any answer, but just said out of boredom to tease Just look at the other party.

Knowing about his bad character, Diarmuid didn't say anything in response.

He just stood quietly behind his Master, looking calmly and softly at the gentle monarch who was raising his hand to wipe off a little bit of heart crumbs from the corner of Mokona's mouth, with a calm and calm face.

Seeing this, the King of Heroes raised his eyebrows again, but did not continue speaking.

The golden boat hovered over the Einzbern Forest steadily and slowly, as if it was not in a hurry to find the target, but was waiting for something to appear...

There was an ominous smell full of blood in the evening wind.

Zangma and Moko paused at the same time, while the King of Heroes and Diarmuid cast their gazes down the flying boat at the same time.

There—at the entrance of the forest, a series of large and small figures slowly appeared.

Walking in the forefront was a strange-looking man wearing a magic robe with a black background and a bright red pattern painted with blood on it.

And behind him, followed by a dozen of the largest children who looked like elementary school students. These children walked staggeringly, as if they were sleepwalking-it is not difficult to guess who used magic means to temporarily Controlled their minds.

Kurama frowned unobtrusively.

Although his long career in the demon world has already made him no longer the ordinary human boy who lived in a peaceful and legal world and had a sense of justice and compassion that ordinary people should have, but looking at the scene in front of him, he still couldn't help He was disgusted and angry—

Even though his hands were already stained with blood, Kurama's killing has always been purposeful and meaningful. He sticks to his principles and bottom line, and never takes the lives of others meaninglessly.

However, unlike him, who is a demon fox who must first learn how to get used to cruelty and killing in order to survive in the demon world, whether Caster or his Master Ryunosuke, when they were human beings, because of their own ways Desire to cruelly treat others at will, almost plundering the lives of others wantonly like playing.

From Kurama's point of view, this is completely incomprehensible behavior.

On the contrary, the King of Heroes, even though he frowned in disgust at the beginning, but now seeing the smiling face of Tibetan horse and the lingering anger and disgust on Diarmuid's face, he has a look on his face. In a calm and breezy voice, he stated in a low voice——

"Oh. So, this is the world."

Zangma and Diarmuid were silent when they heard the words.

Although it is very uncomfortable, what the King of Heroes said is indeed the truth - there is beauty but also cruelty, this is indeed the most real world.

"And don't forget, this is hunting."

The blond king spoke softly, his eyes pierced through layers of tree shadows, and looked directly at the magic castle in the deepest part of the jungle——

There, the girl's heroic spirit was turning into a gust of wind and galloping towards the exit of the forest.

——The hunt for Caster is underway.

It's just the prey and the hunter, unconsciously, it seems... the line has been blurred.