[Comprehensive] Give me amnesia!

"It's such an embarrassing way to meet again, my wife." Orihara Lin also sat cross-legged on the sofa, watching the pink-haired girl limping approaching, with a soft smile on the corner of her mouth, "Oh, look I feel bad, do you need my help?"

Orihara Linye hadn't finished speaking, the knife light flashed in front of his eyes, and with a clang, the dagger and the machete met each other, sparking a spark, illuminating his deep eyes.

In the blink of an eye, the two rituals lifted the spirit body, blocking my wife Yuno's attack.The beauty in the kimono looked at the fake smiling face of the Master from the corner of her eye, without getting any hint, she silently withdrew her weapon and retreated to the side of the black-haired young man.

"Hey, Mr. Orihara." Unable to make a single blow, my wife Yuno lowered the blade as if nothing happened, and asked in a sweet voice, "You are going to Atobe's house today."

"Yes."

"I remember telling you that Keigo Atobe is the key prop?"

"Yes, it is."

"So, Orihara-san, are you going to betray me too?"

This time Orihara Rin didn't respond to her in that frivolous tone anymore, he looked over with a smile that wasn't a smile, and when he met my wife Yuno's dangerous gaze, he suddenly covered his stomach without warning, like a child, Rolled into a ball with a smile:

"Hahahahahaha——My wife's words are really interesting!"

"What are you laughing at!"

My wife Yuno's face was dark, and she seemed to want to rush up and chop two more knives.

Feeling the alliance's anger, Orihara Rin reluctantly sat up straight, still letting out a leaky laugh, clasped his hands together, and apologized with a smile: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just couldn't control my curiosity. Xin, I paid a little attention to the annihilation battle of my wife and young lady's love rivals-then I got involved, and I won't really do anything to Atobe-kun-for the sake of finding such a powerful heroic spirit for you, please forgive me , my wife~"

The insincere apology obviously didn't make my wife Yuno's anger go away, on the contrary, it brought back unpleasant memories for her, and she said with a condensed dissatisfaction: "It's said to be a weapon made by God, but it's nothing more than that, even that Archer doesn't have it. It can be solved, a piece of trash, Mr. Orihara won’t lie to me with fake products?”

"puff."

As soon as this remark came out, Orihara Lin, who was still trying to hold back his laughter, couldn't hold back again, and a voice escaped from the trembling lips, and two or three tears even came out of the corners of his eyes. He shook his lips and persuaded with a happy expression:

"Ah, it's too boring to deal with them all at once. That Archer has superior abilities compared to other Heroic Spirits. Such an interesting opponent should be placed in the last match-this is an interesting scenario."

"script?"

My wife Yuno chewed on this word that is too frivolous for war, her eyes became sharper,

"This is a holy war between me and Xiaohui. Even Mr. Orihara, I won't allow you to point fingers."

"Oh, it's just a joke, it's really serious."

Under the light of the evening light, the brown pupils of the black-haired youth had a strange color, he raised his finger, touched the edge of his lips lightly, and said with an ambiguous smile: "I know."

To be honest, Cu Chulainn didn't dislike high-ranking and powerful women.

The strong personality coupled with the graceful and soft body of the woman can easily arouse the warrior's desire to conquer, and the spiritual fighting that reappears on the battlefield brings a unique pleasure.

... Well, it's not just women.

If it's a person with a petite body, a refreshing smile, and an exceptionally cute look when angry and happy, then get strong——

wrong!What is Lao Tzu thinking? !

The fingertips holding the gun felt slippery for a while, and inappropriate thoughts made him irritated. Switching the treasure from his dominant hand to the other, Cu Chulainn walked into the temporary stronghold of Malfoy's house with careless steps.

The current master is exactly that kind of strong-willed type. He doesn't hate the inhumane style of achieving his goals, but he regards his subordinates as consumables. He is clearly a leader but pursues nothingness with the attitude of a fanatic ——Such a master made him unable to complain a few times.

Ah, why can't I meet someone like Saber Master?

Although he refuses to believe that there is someone who cooks better than Rigg in the world, Cu Chulainn still loves his servants—the master who takes time to accompany them to go shopping in hot springs, have a massage, and set off fireworks to confess his love—he still has something to say. A little envious.

With a slightly heavy heart, he looked for the figure of the master in the basement.

The dimly lit basement lacked modern lighting devices, and was only illuminated by a few scattered candlesticks. Wizards in black wizard robes walked among them, swirling the dark air.

Across several walls, a young woman's sharp voice came from a distance: "What?! Found it?"

Different from the gloomy and anxious scolding voices of the previous few days, the meaning of surprise in this voice is self-evident, making Cu Chulainn's figure walking towards her suddenly stop, his face slightly stiff.

Brainwashed by too many topics about Merlin in the past few days, Cu Chulainn realized for the first time what the phrase "found" meant.Under normal circumstances, the interests of the servant and the master are the same - but now that Shanna Malfoy got what he wanted, it is really not good news for him.

Cu Chulainn was also a well-known hero during his lifetime. The King of Ulster also treated him with courtesy, but he was mercilessly rejected by the Master who pursued Merlin wholeheartedly.

No matter how loyal a soldier is, when his self-esteem is insulted, he can't happily wish his allegiance object to find true love as soon as possible, right?

Cu Chulainn clicked his tongue inexplicably, and Miss Malfoy, who sensed his presence, couldn't wait to give a new order:

"Follow them and bring me back Merlin's Master, Lancer!"

Shaanna's long golden hair, as she turned her head, drew a neat arc in the air.Gray-blue phoenix eyes looked at him sharply. Under the flickering candlelight, a faint flush appeared on her pale face. As her pink lips opened and closed, a voice that compressed infinite emotions sounded,

"If the news is not true, these people don't have to come back and leave it to you to deal with."

"Well."

Cu Chulainn responded inexplicably, and glanced at the two black-robed wizards kneeling on the ground with his eyes, his heart sank.

——This Master... seems to be getting more and more crazy.

"Master!"

The moment the reverberation reached her ears, Saber reflexively changed into her battle attire, and was about to rush upstairs——

Her path was blocked.

The mentor who had guided her and accompanied her through countless battles before her death withdrew her frivolous smile and stood in front of her with a serious expression—this kind of scene made the swordsman hesitate for a moment, but he still clenched his sword tightly and said in a dignified voice:

"Get out of the way, Merlin."

"Ms. Aihara—as far as I know, she doesn't have any hidden abilities, she's just a weak woman."

Merlin explained in a gentle tone, her eyes flicked over Saber's golden pupils and jet-black sword meaningfully, making her heart tighten,

"Your Miss Master, since she has the ability to make you change like this, there must be no danger."

——Has he noticed something?

Saber clenched the hilt of her sword tightly, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily curled downward.

——Merlin has always had a delicate mind, if he guesses the master... there will be a battle at that time.

A vague worry rushed through the tyrant's hard heart, but she remained calm and her voice was cold:

"That's my Master, get out of the way."

As soon as these cold and heartless words came out, the expression of the mentor on the other side sank a bit.

The magician looked at her fixedly, his serious expression suddenly retracted, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he smiled coquettishly:

"Don't let~"? ? ?

Why does my fist feel itchy?

She really wanted to throw down the sword and beat him up—had she never thought of this before?

Saber's small face was tense, and she tried her best to control the urge to fight in the fragile wooden house and make the impoverished Master heartbroken to death. While paying attention to the movement upstairs, she was ready to rush up if something went wrong.

At this time, Merlin spoke again——

"I've never seen Arthur in such a form before,"

The Magician of Flowers approached her step by step, ignoring the Sword of Aurora held in Saber's hand, and stretched out his hand enthusiastically, moving faster than the melee swordsman - he touched her head first.

"Being in different camps, I don't have much time to be alone, and the opportunity is rare. As a teacher, I want to ask you—"

The swordsman's vigilant gaze was aligned with the tip of the sword eager to try, and Merlin continued without changing his expression:

"It's okay to transform, why do you even have to pull out the stupid hair that the teacher admires the most?"

Being watched by those eyes full of resentment, Namba felt a gleam of pleasure in his heart.

This trace of pleasure was soon overwhelmed by the bitterness in his throat, Namba inadvertently took care of Accelerator's ugly face, bent down and coughed a few times, his palms were moist and sticky.The moment the fishy thing was spit out of her mouth, she was overwhelmed by a strong sense of dizziness, her figure swayed, and the strength around her waist tightened a little.

"I'm fine." Erika took the hand of the person beside her, patted it comfortingly, and was immediately shouted angrily——

"Do you think everyone else is a fool?!"

Accelerator's angry idiots could see it, the heat from his speaking brushed against his temples and cheeks, tickled Erika, who was relieved, and shrank her neck, only to find that the sight glued to her body was a little more menacing.

Ok.

There is indeed something.

Isn't it okay that she was wrong? !

Erika turned her face resentfully, her gaze stopped at the picture scroll that had been thrown to the ground during the dispute just now.

Impulsive, I forgot what the master explained, and I accidentally lost my temper twice a day, and I didn't suppress my emotions for a while...

However, I finally gave the person I hated for many years a good meal. For this kind of idiot whose emotions are so distorted that he didn't even understand it... to expose the feelings she has been hiding in her heart and force her to look directly at her heart, just It is already the biggest punishment.

It's all stupid... compared to her over-enthusiastic and candid daughter, it's the opposite of stupid.

Erika pushed Accelerator away, bent down to pick up the rolled-up drawing paper, and picked up the bundled string——

Every piece of paper is my own figure.

Meticulously drawn lines, meticulously painted, from clumsy to mature, a painter who only painted one portrait, the work of a short life.

It's here, all of it.

"What an idiot."

"..."

"Not such a nasty idiot, though."

"... Satomi, she..."

"When I watched her die, I thought about calling her sister."

"..."

"In the end, of course I gave up. Although I really wanted to reject her more cruelly, but that idiot's voice was too loud, which slightly disturbed my thoughts of revenge."

"..."

"What a pity, your voice will never disturb mother."

Erika admired the tears streaming down the woman's empty eye sockets, and ended the brief conversation with a handsome turn that had been carefully conceived for many years.

"Since you've remembered all the things you shouldn't have forgotten, let's repent for the rest of our lives in the cage you woven with your own hands."

She dropped those words and quickly left the Japanese room with a depressing atmosphere.

When he was about to go down the stairs, there was a wailing sound behind him.

Very melodious, ending note.

At night in Tokyo, demons and ghosts are rampant.

A disturbing atmosphere was stirring in the corner, and the most voluptuous ghost among the ghosts walked leisurely, brushing away the ambiguous invitations of the cowherds from time to time, and patrolling the streets where bars gathered with critical eyes.

After eating and drinking enough, and satisfying her physical needs, the queen became less interested in playing, and was not going to spend her precious night time on these readily available and boring meat, but carefully selected the target for tonight.

Alcohol,**.

Most of them came here with only a body capable of feeling stimulation, leaving their numb and fragile souls in the daytime.

Although the queen also loves to listen to garbage porn that praises her, but those stereotyped strike-ups are too much to be cherished. Instead, those beautiful souls that are not easy to get are more attractive to her than the inexhaustible ** .

She boredly dismissed the empty bodies, feeling a little impatient.

Shouldn't you come to this kind of place?

Maeve flicked her long hair boredly, her red eyes flashed in her mind, and she felt even more irritable. The inexplicable sense of emptiness made her lose interest, and she wanted to go home after a pause——

Her eyes froze somewhere.

Eyes like fine rubies reflected the changing lights of the bar, and the blond hair fell softly to the side of the ears. The man stood arrogantly in the middle of the road, surrounded by Yingying Yanyan, his eyes were indifferent resistance.

--found it.

The pink-haired queen raised her lips, pushed aside the crowd, and walked towards tonight's target.