[Comprehensive] BE saves the world

In the middle of the night, it suddenly snowed outside the house.

Although it is very cold, there is no wind. Through the glass window that is covered with a layer of white mist, you can dimly see snowflakes falling gently, silently falling on the window edge that has already been covered with a thin layer of snow. , so light that I couldn't even startle a tremor in the air.

Put your palm on the cold glass window and gently rub out a moist circle.Through the glass that was slowly being covered with ice fog, I could see a small corner of the world that was dyed orange.The bright lights of the street lamps turned the sky covered with thick clouds into a warm orange color. The gray sky and pure white snow all changed their colors in this warm light.It turned into a mass of frozen, misty, and warm-toned ice fog, changing shapes lightly and ethereally with the falling snow.

Such a cold and silent beauty.Silently.Like an ethereal and distant dream.

So he put on his coat and walked downstairs in the slightly cold air of the winter night.The others were already fast asleep, so in order not to disturb them, they had no choice but to take off their slippers and hold them in their hands, and walked barefoot across the wooden floor, shivering slightly from the coolness.

Only the living room was lit.The warm yellow light reflected on the wall, casting a figure on the white wall, it was El-Melloi II.The long-haired man sat at the table, flipping through the materials brought from the clock tower, and writing something.

"Type A diagram?"

I looked at the unfinished parchment in his hand and tilted my head.

"Yes." El-Melloi II frowned slightly, his eyes fell on my feet, "Aren't you cold?"

It was only then that I thought of putting my shoes on.After dawdling for a while, he leaned over to his side and looked at his large stack of draft calculations.Then I was taken aback by the weight of the starting point.

"Wow...it's really a lot."

"The system of the Holy Grail itself is very complicated. These calculations are necessary to dismantle a great magic of this level."

While talking, El-Melloi II turned his gaze back to the work at hand.Seeing that he was so busy, I couldn't continue to disturb him. For a while, the only sound in the room was the rustling of the nib of the pen rubbing against the paper.

"Want something to drink?"

My gaze rested on the half-cup of cold coffee in his hand that had run out of steam, and I frowned subconsciously.El-Melloi II didn't look up, but responded softly.I took the white mug from him and turned to the kitchen.Under the guidance of AI, I found the kettle and the required materials easily, boiled water and started to brew hot drinks.

After I brought two cups of hot drinks to the table, Er Shi continued to write quickly, while reaching out to take his own mug from my hand. He raised his head in surprise after taking a sip, showing a slightly surprised expression look at me.

"hot coco?"

"That's right." I wrinkled my nose a little, showing a slightly satisfied expression, "It's so late, I won't give you coffee. Otherwise, you will have a headache again, just like last time. "

"That time was because...forget it." El-Melloi II let out a sigh of relief, took another big gulp of hot cocoa, and then put down the cup.

I sat next to him, holding the mug in both hands, watching the white mist in the cup, rushing towards me with misty heat, condensed into tiny drops of water on the eyelashes and the tip of the nose, and then dissipated with my breath.The aroma of cocoa powder and fresh milk permeates the air, warm and sweet, floating gently, between breaths, the soft and mellow aroma seems to have been immersed in the depths of the lungs, opening a warm feeling in the stomach Brown flowers come.

In the rustling sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper, I sipped hot cocoa, and at the same time pressed my cold knees against the legs of the man next to me, feeling the man's slightly higher body temperature, and it was almost warmer bit by bit Frozen bones.

... This person is really warm.

I was thinking vaguely, rubbing the somewhat hot mug with my fingertips, feeling my blood warm up bit by bit.

Was it the heat of the cup, the hot cocoa that slid into my stomach, or the person next to me?

I was a little confused for a while.but.That didn't seem like a big deal either.

I gently put down the mug, lay down on the slightly cold table, and pressed my cool cheek against the body of the mug with the scent of hot cocoa.

Swish, swish, swish.

Writing is still going on.Intermittently, accompanied by the subtle sound of turning pages, in the warm aroma of hot cocoa, it goes away bit by bit.

I turned my head and looked at El-Melloi II's focused profile, and suddenly wanted to smile.

"The teacher is always serious."

"is it?"

"Yes." I narrowed my eyes and smiled, "This kind of place is very reliable."

"That's not why you're putting all your problems on me."

"But I'm an idiot."

I wrinkled my nose and prolonged the ending sound coquettishly.

Then I got my nose pinched.

Second King pinched the tip of my nose with his free hand, and then roughly pushed my forehead.

"You just want to be lazy, you little brat who is good at calculating."

His words seemed to be throwing a temper tantrum, but his tone was not very bad, and he didn't push my hand hard.I smiled and raised my head, rubbed his palm twice lightly, revealing a pair of pure and innocent big eyes, peeking at his face from between his fingers.

"Hey hey, you found out." I stuck out my tongue a little.

"Really..." El-Melloi II sighed helplessly, and rubbed my head with his big hands, "Okay, are you satisfied? Don't make trouble, let me finish this paragraph."

"OK……"

Reluctantly, I let him go, leaned aside, and continued drinking my hot cocoa.I drank very slowly, sometimes licking slowly like a kitten playing with water.I don't know if I want to spend more time with him, or if I just want to play.

I don't know how long it took, but when I was about to drink the last bit of hot cocoa, the rustle of writing stopped.

"?"

I looked over strangely, and saw that El-Melloi II had closed the pen in his hand, closed the tome spread out beside him, rubbed his shoulders with one hand, and stood up with the other supporting the table.Noticing my gaze, he stretched out his hand and ruffles my hair twice before he puts on the red windbreaker that has been draped over his shoulders and straightens his collar.

"Let's go."

Seeing that I was still lying on the table looking at him in confusion, the man averted his eyes slightly.

"Go for a walk, and move around a bit too...sit too long."

"Okay."

I also laughed, put my hands into the thin woolen jacket that was draped over my shoulders before, buttoned the double-breasted buttons, and then stood up to take his hand.El-Melloi II's arm was held in my arms. Although he clicked his tongue, he didn't push me away.

The night is already very deep.When I went out, I realized that there was already a thick layer of snow.There was no wind at night, but it was still bitingly cold.I took a deep breath of the icy winter air, and suddenly felt my brain clear up a lot.

The feeling of stepping into the snow through thick boots is very wonderful. With the sound of creaking, the boots sink into the snow, pressing out footprints with patterns one after another.I subconsciously let go of El-Melloi II's arm, and looked back at the mark we left behind.The footprints of the two people are not the same, and there is a huge difference in pattern and spacing.The Second King's legs are very long, and his steps are much bigger than mine. He always slows down and keeps a distance from me that won't get too close or too far away.

I looked at the two lines of footprints like a child, then raised my head, and looked up at the snowflakes falling from the sky in the misty white mist I exhaled.

In the orange sky, even the snow on the road was dyed bright orange by the lights. Countless crystal snowflakes shone with subtle light, slightly cold.Snowflakes fell on the eyelashes, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.I lowered my head to look at the man beside me.He was so tall that I had to look up a little to see his eyes.His pale green pupils were gentle and calm, as if he was afraid of the cold. He raised his collar slightly, and rubbed his cheeks lightly with his hands wearing black leather gloves. This action made him look almost childish.

I smiled slightly, and put my right hand on my neck. I stretched out my hand when I got warmer, covered his cold cheek, and clamped his red ear with my little finger and ring finger. The warm skin between the gaps warms that small piece of cool cartilage.

"It seems that we haven't come out alone for a long time." I whispered.

yes.It's been a long time.

El-Melloi II always has a lot of things to do. He has to search for information on the Holy Grail War, find ways to prepare more magic dresses, and deal with the various forces in the Clock Tower to dismantle the Holy Grail. In addition to the heavy work, he takes into account the progress of each student's magic research.I'm surprised he's actually still asleep.

Under such circumstances, no matter how capricious I am, I can't say that I want him to play with me.

"Be careful with your feet."

The man frowned, and helped me helplessly from the side, preventing me from tripping over the small pothole on the road.I jumped over that small obstacle briskly, took back my right hand, which had been frozen cold by the cold winter night, and put it in the pocket of my coat.

In such a late hour, apart from the street lamps, there were only a few lights in the surrounding houses, and there was no one else on the long road except us.The snow is still falling silently, so quiet, almost lonely.I let out another long breath, watching the white snowflakes melt in the hazy heat.Besides that, there was no more sound.Only the slight creaking sound when stepping through the snow, still following our steps.

"It's always snowing in Einzbern, too."

I said softly.

"However, the snow there is not so gentle. The wind is always whistling, and when it passes through the fir trees, it makes the sound of hunting. It is always cold in the castle. I don't know if it is because of the human senses Obstacles, everyone seems to be unaware of the cold."

Snow City, trapped in the midwinter curse.There will never be a place where spring comes.

It wasn't until I was actually in that place that I realized why Kiritsugu took Illya to find the sprouts of walnuts.

Because apart from this lackluster game, there really isn't much fun in that place.

"Don't you like snow?"

El-Melloi II's eyes also drifted to the snow-falling sky. Such quiet snowfall is actually rare, and he couldn't help but look at it for a while—or maybe he just couldn't bear to see what I was showing now. expression.

"Not at all."

I stretched out my hand to catch a swirl of pure white that fluttered down.The white snow melted in my palm.I lightly held my palms, feeling the cold temperature gradually warming up, and gradually slipping away from my hands.

"I don't hate snow days." I repeated softly.

Because on a snowy day, I met you.

I thought silently.

In fact, I thought I didn't remember it.I was in such a bad mood back then, so tired of everything.When he saw the target of the attack this time appear in front of him, he even harbored a hint of secret malice.

I don't want to accept the arrangement of AI anymore, and I don't want to take my heart out to get close to another person.

I don't want to get any more feelings, and I don't want to accept anyone's heart anymore.I don't even bother to take it and break it.Like a child, he lazily avoids problems and loses his temper willfully.It can even be said that I deliberately brought Weber Velvet to that Snow City.

I want to scare him, and I want to see him flustered and embarrassed.In the deepest part of my heart, I even kind of want this person to be as messed up as I am.It's just that at the end of the day, I don't want to do it anymore.

but……

Maybe he doesn't even remember himself.

At that time, in the howling fir forest, when they defeated the ambush pack of wolves and crossed the blood-stained snow field together, the boy with pale green eyes once held out his hand to me and asked me, "Are you okay?" ?”

Are you all right?

Even though he had seen me defeat Emiya Kiritsugu, he had obviously been threatened by me with such exaggerated words, but at that time, he was still worried about me.

That's when I realized it.

This man is a very, very gentle man.

Although he has a bad mouth, although he always refuses to honestly express his care and concern, always loses his temper, is not frank and likes to be willful when he shouldn't be willful... But this person is a very good, very good person people.

He is a person who can't leave the guys around him alone.

"Teacher, do you hate snow days?"

I turned my head and smiled at him.

All secret thoughts are, after all, my own business.This person shouldn't be trapped in my ruminations.So I didn't intend to tell him those messy little thoughts, but casually threw the original question back to him.

El-Melloi II pondered for a moment, the long black hair gently slipped from one side with his movements, he turned his head sideways, his eyes stayed on my hair for a few seconds, and then moved away as if nothing had happened. out of sight.

"No, I don't hate it either," he said.

I don't hate it, is it snow or what?

I didn't ask, I just took his hand lightly.It took a while to feel the heat from the man's palm through the leather gloves.

After a while, he turned his wrist slightly and took my hand back.Accompanied by the subtle sound of the cloth being rubbed, the broad palms gathered the fingers that were red from the cold, gently closed them in the palms, and then slowly clenched them.That movement was unbelievably gentle, yet had an incomparably distinct sense of presence.

We just walked side by side.Watch the white snow fall slowly from the night sky.

Then we talked about a lot of things.

We chatted about the wishes placed on the Holy Grail.

I said that the Holy Grail, the wish I most want to be fulfilled, cannot be fulfilled for me.

He said that it is useless to entrust the Holy Grail with the desire to obtain happiness, because human happiness does not lie in other things. The so-called happiness is only a personal vision after all. Nor can it be obtained from ethereal concepts.

I asked him, does the teacher have a wish to entrust to the Holy Grail?

He just said that what I want to achieve has been achieved in unexpected ways.

We also talked about Einzbern's sad wish.

I say that good intentions do not bring good results.As human beings, we seek magic beyond the law.Originally, magic was pursued in order to realize wishes, and Einzbern pursued the third method (Heaven's Feel) in order to realize the salvation of mankind, but why did we seek the process (magic) itself later on? Woolen cloth?

He said that human beings are creatures that tend to put the cart before the horse.Too much time can kill any kind of original intention.Even the Einzbern system, which preserves vision by a mechanical-like mechanism, is no exception.

I wanted to laugh, so I asked him, what do you mean, is it a good thing for people to die?

He just nodded and said that death does not mean tragedy itself.People are people who can easily forget their wishes and modify their goals.It is difficult to pursue a certain goal persistently and unwaveringly, and it is admirable for those who want to achieve great achievements that are impossible for human beings.However, failure to achieve a wish does not mean failure.

I said, it's a pity that most magicians have no way to accept this truth.

He shook his head and said, magicians are people who deviate from common sense.He is a fool who has nothing better to cling to than clinging to that empty goal. If he even gives up this clinging, he is a relic of the old age with nothing but ignorance.

I wanted to laugh a little, but I couldn't laugh out loud.

I said, is desire such a bad thing?

So in the end, we chatted about the wish itself.

Wishes themselves are just wishes, he said.It is the wish-fulfiller who will hurt others.

I thought about it, and said, does realizing personal happiness itself mean trampling on the happiness of others?

He just said, I would be very happy if you could be happy, Lady.

Then I was stunned.

"Do you know how powerful you just said?" I asked him.

This time, he didn't look away.

In the orange sky and the falling snow, those green eyes stared at me quietly, without wavering or sad expression, he was just so calm, so calm that it was almost desolate , looking at me.

"I understand," he said.

My wish is to be happy.

My happiness is to get back my old life, to go back to that little world with my parents and friends.Maybe it's not that gentle, maybe it's not that powerful, but for me, that's all I have, belonging to the small world of the past.

However, knowing all this, he told me that if I could achieve happiness, he would be very happy.

He did understand the meaning of this sentence.

He really... knows what promises he made.

This man, it may be said, gave himself almost entirely to me.

What kind of promise did he make at this moment?

"You will be sad."

I whispered to him.

"I see."

He just answered like this.

He is very clear.

After he came out of that mental maze, when he held my hand and told me that he would try his best to love me, he knew it very well.

I can never give him what he wants.But I'll take his heart from him and break it.

He already knew the result.

But from the day he held my hand, from the moment he promised he would do his best, he was doing it.

The man took out his whole heart and placed it gently in my hand.I have already held it, but I didn't realize it.

"...I said, you are actually an idiot."

I whispered.

Yes, compared to me, this person is an idiot.

I'm so stupid that even at this time, I don't want to say a gentle word to me.

There are obviously so many beautiful things to say.I can think of as many lines as would fit the occasion.Whether it's "Because I love you", or "You just have to accept it frankly", or "You are so important to me"...it doesn't matter.Now is such a critical time to attack, but he can't say a beautiful word.

If he had said...if he had said, maybe I wouldn't be able to go any further.

This kind of tenderness is too deadly.Once trapped, there is no strength to break free again.

...but he didn't say it.

He didn't say a word of dissuasion, nor a line of emphasis.

El-Melloi II just held my hand like that, and after a while, he gently pulled me into his arms.The right hand with the leather glove pressed the back of my head, and I heard his voice, with a little distress and a little helplessness.From the depths of the heart, let out a very light, very light sigh.

"Don't cry," he said, "it's all right—I'm your teacher."

He was just like this, and with such a simple sentence, he took everything for granted.

Because you are a teacher, you must guard the way of your students.

Because all of this is his own business, so...it is obviously such a heavy and terrible result, but he also told me that it is nothing.

"I didn't cry..."

I sobbed and raised my hand, hugged his back tightly, wiped all the tears on his chest indiscriminately, buried my whole face in it, and refused to raise my head no matter what.

"I still like this coat... Forget it."

He slumped his shoulders as if in surrender, and sighed as he patted my back so I wouldn't cry like a child until I died.As if he really felt helpless, he let me hold him, and smeared all the tears and snot on him, although he complained that "washing the coat is very troublesome", "I didn't bring many coats this time", "OK Okay, let's go back"... But in fact, he has been standing there, letting me do whatever I want.

"I won't cry for a fool like you." I complained to him in a low voice.

"Okay, you didn't cry, didn't you cry, okay?"

"...the teacher is a big fool."

"Yes Yes Yes……"

"You're such a jerk."

"...I can't recognize this."

"You look like this, but I will cry for you to see, really will cry."

"Aren't you crying already... Well, you didn't cry, you really didn't cry."

........................

After enough trouble, we finally set foot on the way back.

Is it because of crying exhaustion, or because of other reasons?

On the way back, I suddenly fell down.The fall was really hard, and even the knee was scratched, and it took a long time to recover.

"Really, I can't help you."

El-Melloi II sighed again, squatted down with his back facing me, and raised his finger to his back.

Me: "Huh?"

His tone was completely helpless: "Come up, I'll carry you back."

Although I was very worried about the physical strength of the second generation—after all, he is a guy who will rush to the street halfway through climbing a mountain—but I looked at his expression and weighed his tone...Finally, I obediently lay down on his back.

"I'm sorry, am I heavy?"

I asked cautiously.

El-Melloi II did not say a word, but took a deep breath, straightened up vigorously, and stepped forward with my back behind his back.

...Okay, it's really heavy for him.

But the Second King didn't complain, he just carried me like that, walking slowly but steadily towards Wei Gong's house step by step.

The snowflakes fell gently on his shoulders and mine, and also on his long hair. I stared at the white snow for a long time before I gently hugged his neck and pressed my face against it with infinite attachment.

"...I like Teacher."

My voice is so soft that I can hardly hear myself.However, the man's footsteps stopped because of this.After a while, he took another step forward.

"I know."

He said.