The King and the Priest[Comprehensive]

——Only death is the fastest way to [there]?

After hearing these remarks from the mouth of the golden man, he couldn't help but kept thinking about this question.

Amnesia only brought about the negative effect of forgetting many things, but it did not affect intuition and thinking that recovered very quickly.

For example, this "person" who lost his memory knew it immediately. The golden man's tone was arrogant, but what he said was not a lie.

In a sense, he really should "die a little more thoroughly", and the current state of inhumanity and non-spirituality does not seem to be sustainable for a long time.

——Instead of maintaining this stupid state of being ignorant and ignorant, slowly disappearing into the world without knowing when, it is better to die early, so that you can still get a chance.

The meaning of the golden man, translated into slightly more euphemistic words, is this.

It can't be said to be well intentioned, and of course it can't be said to be malicious. This Heroic Spirit who can also see the "future" can at most come out of a whim by chance, so he leisurely said such a sentence along the way.

What choice the aggregate of obsessions will make—whether to stay stubbornly in the world, or die obediently after suddenly realizing it, is not within the attention of the heroic spirit.

After he finished speaking, he left boringly, not caring how the shadow would react after hearing these words.

..."the only glimmer of chance".

If you are in a desperate situation with no way out, it's okay to risk everything for the meager possibility.

He was indeed aware of this, and if necessary, he would have done it without hesitation to "die" immediately.

However, now he has not done so.

"……what happened."

"Even if I can convince myself with any reason, I still can't be reconciled."

The strangest thing was this, and he felt very irrational.

I should belong to the kind of person whose ultimate goal is above all else, and who will not be affected by meaningless emotions.

But at this time, among the two roads in front of him, one road is a dead end that has already been named and has no exit, and the other is in a similar situation, but at least there is a one-in-a-thousandth hope.

Normally, he should definitely choose the second option, but the fact is, he was hesitant because he didn't remember anything.

It's just like……

Forget everything in the past, but you can no longer be bound by rules and regulations and emotional reason.

In the process of ignoring everything around again and walking forward in silence alone, this shadow that is not a ghost, but very similar to the ghosts that stayed from thousands of years ago is still thinking:

——Why didn't it disappear on the day it was supposed to disappear?

——Why did you stay in the dark for so long, as if you were stubborn and restless?

——Why did you wake up again today.Is this awakening just to listen to this conversation again, and then self-destruct meaninglessly?

The answer to the first question is something he would never know even if he didn't have amnesia, so it can be put aside for later.

He knew that he wanted to find a "thing", and this had already been revealed.

Perhaps, the reason why he desperately struggled to break free even if he was drowning in the darkness, and the reason why he was unwilling to give up just like this, knowing that if he waited any longer, he would disappear completely instead of simply "death", was actually the same one.

"You idiot, the things you have decided will never stop until you die!"

I vaguely remembered that there seemed to be such a voice angrily said to him once, which just happened to correspond to the current situation.

"One after another, the repetitions are all extremely stupid behaviors...you——can't you stop wasting time and life for things that are destined to be out of reach!"

"..."

No matter how many times the answer to such a question is, it can only be silence.

He roughly understood the real reason why he didn't want to "disappear" or "die".

"This time..."

The obsession that has always been shrouded in darkness suddenly stopped slowly, looked up at the sky, and muttered to himself at the same time: "It should be different."

If you keep searching, you will be able to——

It seems to be such a "gut feeling".

There is no basis for it, but he unilaterally believes it without reason, and holds on to this possibility, which is almost imaginary, and refuses to let go of it no matter who says it.

The city at night really fell into a deep sleep, deserted and lonely.

Because night is the time when the Holy Grail War kicks off, ordinary people except the contestants and heroic spirits will be forced to fall asleep under the influence of magic.

There are only two possibilities for the figure that can appear on the street at this time... Now, one more is temporarily added.

The collection of obsessions is neither human beings nor heroic spirits. No matter how fierce the Holy Grail War is, it has nothing to do with him.

Those who are so leisurely as the golden heroic spirits who turn around as if they could take a walk and talk to strangers are rare after all.

This means that in this night covered by long clouds, no idler will disturb this shadow that seems to melt into the sleeping city.

——It was as if at the same time, a Heroic Spirit in another distant place was anxiously looking for it by instinct.

The shadow is also wandering aimlessly.

His "body" seems to be a solid body, but it is only after a closer look that it is found that what constitutes his current existence is by no means all human flesh and blood, but countless light spots that are very inconspicuous and condensed together.

The light spots are illusory and may collapse at any time.

This unstable structure is almost the same as You Ying's heart at the moment.

The spot of light seems to have missed the place where a heart should have been, leaving it empty, and making this imaginary body cold everywhere, as if it was still submerged in cold, dark ice water, not only cold, but also breathless.

It's not that he didn't think about stopping again, waiting for a while before moving on.

But whenever this idea appears, there will be another indifferent voice to remind: can't stop.

Even if it is only a minute or a second, there is a risk of missing it and never finding [that person].

"..."

"what."

Was it [a person] that I was looking for?

This is good, and it can be regarded as a gain for the time being.

So the shadow who had gained a lot continued to move forward, without any thought of stopping halfway.

If you look at it from the perspective of a bystander, most people will feel that this is really an indescribably obsessive obsession.

And this back, how lonely and desolate it looks under the dim light.

It may be because he has gone beyond the scope of the word "obsession" to "that person", who is still in a daze until now, and has reached a level that ordinary people cannot understand.

Even if there is no trace, we must pursue it without hesitation.

No matter how hard I searched for the world I saw in my eyes, I couldn't find any familiar places that could feel a little comfort.

It has something to do with the fact that he is more used to places that are completely dark than places that are a little bit bright. The light is so dim, but his eyes with poor eyesight are sometimes dazed and sometimes dark.

They should have found the well-connected streets in turn, the open spaces full of strange facilities but not useful, and the countless crowded uneven giant cubes...

Unsurprisingly, nothing was found.

During the wandering period, he didn't realize it, but someone did find him at that time.

The chariot pulled by the god bull drove across the sky with thunder and thunder, and the light of thunder and lightning illuminated the nearby ground for a moment.

A young man with shoulder-length hair struggled to poke his head out from under the arm of the burly man in front of him. After blinking several times, he finally saw the snow-white ghost-like shadow on the ground.

"Wow-"

As expected, the young man was frightened: "Is it a follower?! No, is it the master? Or is it wrong, this person... is not a human!"

Compared to the panic of the master, the heroic spirit who is a follower is much calmer.

The man as strong as a mountain was only surprised for a moment, then he pinched his chin and thought about it.

It wasn't until the shadow that was evaluated as "ghost-like" disappeared from the field of vision that he said: "This feeling of deja vu."

"It must be the priest I met in the temple that day. I didn't expect to meet again from a distance like this."

"...What day is that day? Wait a minute, rider, you and that ghost are still ghosts—have you ever seen that??!"

The boy's exaggerated cry that seemed to be able to penetrate the sky in an instant will still be left behind, and nothing can stop his footsteps.

When the eyes of other people first fell on this shadow, their first reaction was neither surprise nor fright.

His hood has long since fallen off, and the exposed face is the same as when it was not decayed. Even the indifferent demeanor admired and envied by countless people has not changed much, but there is an extra layer of glass that is easy to touch for no reason. Fragile distortion that could shatter when touched.

The blond hair was stained with damp somewhere, and a few strands of hair fell messily in front of his eyes, which happened to cover those beautiful but incomparably empty blue eyes.

Obviously, she is indeed a beauty who would shine dazzlingly in the sun, but at this time his light was swallowed by endless darkness, leaving only the anxiety of losing the "center of gravity" that should never be lost.

That's right, he shouldn't have shown such a fragile expression, nor should he have shown such a trance performance.

but--

I can't remember, but the name of [that person] that I had to find no matter what, and everything related to him, seemed to have disappeared.

It was this fact that made it difficult for him to accept, so that he wandered in this strange place.

However, if you don't stop, you won't be stopped.

It doesn't take long to wait, the figure transformed by this obsession can only see the dawn, and then it will be imprisoned by its ever-expanding greed, and it will be wiped away under the direct sunlight.

The golden heroic spirit underestimated his greed for [that person], and the actual time of disappearing was much earlier than calculated.

He is not unaware of the imminent end of demise.

When he lost his mind, a faint light different from the light fell down.

Only this gleam of light is warm, falling on the blond shadow whose figure suddenly faded.

If he felt something, the arm that had been naturally hanging by his side before was raised, and the palm that was clenched was also slightly opened.

The light fell on the palm, which was a little bit lighter, but it suddenly aroused a bigger light to appear.

Oh no, it's not light, it's flames!

The first ray of morning light cast by the setting sun that had not yet officially risen came quietly, and when it touched the tiny light spots that made up his "body", they immediately burned up, and what burst out was scalding fire.

...will it be consumed by flames?

But the strange thing is that he didn't feel the pain, instead it seemed that he found a large part of the missing [things] at once——

Of course not all of them, there are many more.But the warmth he got at this moment surprised him, made him tremble, and also brought him back to his senses suddenly.

If you still can't find it.

If you still want to "disappear".

To be able to talk about comfort at the end, to feel as if someone surrounded him with his own warm embrace...the heat that I have felt before.

He stopped at last, his eyes passed the obstacles in the distance, and he vaguely saw the clouds painted with splendor by the slowly scattered morning light.

Unknowingly thinking in my heart, in this case, it seems that...

"Ta... Hill."

This voice was probably calling, and it came from behind at this moment.

The voice should belong to a young man, with a low voice that conceals strength and confidence.

Although at this time, for some reason, the voice seemed not so arrogant, but trembled faintly.

But it seems that you can outline the general appearance of the speaker without looking back.

A blurry picture appeared in front of his eyes.

Coincidentally, there is also a man in the center of the picture.

This man has brown hair, golden eyes, and a tall body that can stand alone on any occasion.

Could it be that this is [that person] whom I never forget to see?

Even though they were at a very close distance, the other party's face could not be seen clearly.

More and more rays of light fell on the body, and more and more intense flames were ignited. The pain that I had never felt before was released together, as if the ban had been lifted——

"you……"

He resisted the severe pain as if his whole body was burned to ashes, and he only said a word with difficulty, then turned around uncontrollably, and looked back.

At this moment, thousands of words are hard to describe.

Not long ago, the shadow left by a certain obsession was cold and gloomy. It seemed to be in the world, but in fact it had not yet returned to the world.

But from this moment, the lack of "temperature" in the cold body was suddenly made up.

Too late to react.

The heat he gained far exceeded what he had lost, and because it was too hot, when it covered him in one fell swoop, it almost melted his body in another way.

—no more sound.

The man who still couldn't see his face clearly hugged him coldly, as if he wanted to rub him into his heart heavily.

"Tahir..."

Another almost whispered call, accompanied by scalding hot breath sprayed in the ear.

He, Tahir, had not remembered his name until now.

The man was much stronger than him, even his height was a head taller, and the arms that imprisoned him were like steel that could not be broken, and they also carried a high temperature that seemed to be burnt to red—like embracing the sun.

very close.

It was difficult to breathe for a while.

But the suffocation he felt at this time was different from the feeling he felt in the silence and darkness. Although there was also a fire burning in his chest, it was obvious that his heart was in a daze because he forgot to breathe.

...No, you can't just lose your mind like this.

Rather than being hugged in a daze, what Tahir wants to do is to widen the distance.

He desperately wanted to see the man's face clearly, so he struggled and pushed him away a little.

Then when the other party couldn't help but be taken aback.

"you……"

It may be hard to imagine, but this shadow, which is much slender than the man, did break free from the restraint with its own strength, and raised its arms high.

His gaze seemed to be fixed to death, fixedly staring at the man in front of him whose cheeks were held by his hands, and never wanted to move away.

On the contrary, his eyes "lived" at this moment.

It is no longer a dead sea where no life can be found, and thousands of stars are falling into the blue sea again today after a thousand years.

Even the scorching sun, which is indistinguishable from all things, can be accommodated in this sea of ​​stars.

"tell me your name--"

Tahir held the man's face in his hands and asked, unexpectedly bringing a force that cannot be ignored.

At this moment, I just want to know the answer to this question.

He didn't want to pay attention to everything else—including the scalding liquid dripping from his eyes that he hadn't wanted to close since they opened them.

Ah, yes...

Slowly extending down from the corners of the eyes, sliding over the cold cheeks, and converging to the little drops of wet water under the jaw, are they tears?

Tahir thought so.

The "tears" couldn't be suppressed for some reason, and they kept overflowing from under the eyes. The surface of the skin that was smeared seemed to be scorched by huge heat, and they were all stinging hotly.

He didn't care, because he really forgot all his thoughts except "you must see this man clearly".

He is also looking hard, the almost transparent pupils in the blue are faintly expanding.

However, what went wrong again.

The scene in front of him was still blurry, not only did not make the man's face clear, but it added a layer of black mist to his vision.

The fog is gradually deepening, even if you just look at it stubbornly for a second, the black fog will still spread endlessly.

Not only that, the most terrifying thing is——

"Don't look!"

"..."

The most complete darkness shrouded Tahir's eyes.

It is the palm of a man.

The man who couldn't see his face clearly covered his eyes with his own hands in a hurry.

And this is not entirely unreasonable.

"Tahir! Your eyes...Damn it, what's going on!"

The man's voice sounded again, revealing panic that had never been seen before, indicating that he was completely frightened.

That's right, it's impossible not to be intimidated.

From Ozymandias' point of view, it is that he hasn't figured it out yet, and calmed down the emotions that surged up in an instant. The lover he finally found is looking at him fixedly. What flowed down from his blue eyes turned out to be converging blood.

Darker than the color of blood, it also adds an ominous hint.

The same blackness appeared on the surface of Tahir's eyes, which looked like burnt charcoal marks.

You are not mistaken, this is indeed a terrifying mark that will only be revealed when the eyes are stimulated by extremely strong light.

The blond priest, who seemed not much different from his memory, had a pale face, and his thin body was still dimmed, as if he was completely driven by the sun's rays and could no longer control his shape.

In sharp contrast to this fragility, it was his behavior just now.

Tahir felt no pain at all.

Even if the eyeballs of both eyes are about to be melted by the extremely dazzling brilliance, he still has to raise his eyelids so that his persistent gaze escapes into the sun's rays.

"Don't look!" So after being horrified, Pharaoh couldn't care less about anything else, and could only shout in astonishment.

He forcibly prevented Tahir from looking at him again, and because this discovery and this action made him feel like a knife was piercing his heart, he could only raise his other slightly stiff hand, and hug his lover tightly again.

"Is it because of Yu... because of me? It doesn't matter, just keep it like this until you figure out what's going on."

He leaned next to the delicate blond hair that he hadn't touched for an unknown amount of time, and whispered in the ear of his lover who didn't know how to become such: "From now on, I will stay by your side."

"........."

The movement of wanting to struggle again froze.

Tahir seemed to be stunned for a long time before slowly responding.

The palms of the Pharaoh's hands that were covered in front of his eyes were already wet with blackened blood, and the original color of the gold armor and wrist ornaments were all stained, but I certainly didn't have time to care about it.

"Close your eyes, I'm letting go."

After solemnly exhorting this sentence, the very vigilant Pharaoh also calmed down for a long time before speaking again.

He wanted to put his hands down first, and then examine Tahir's whole body carefully, at least to find the reason for this strange phenomenon.

"Absolutely, don't open your eyes."

This is the second exhortation to be cautious and cautious, and there will be a third and fourth time after that, until Ozymandias himself reluctantly agrees.

He slowly and little by little moved his palms sideways...

no!As soon as he moved away a little, he saw a touch of blue that was particularly conspicuous in the blood.

Tahir did not close his eyes, and was still looking forward steadily.

The pharaoh was shocked, and he moved his palm back with lightning speed, and checked again to make sure that there was no gap left.

then.

Not surprisingly, the king whose will was violated should be furious.

Even if the object is someone he has loved all his life, he can weaken his anger a bit, but at least the bottom line standard, no one can...

"..."

"..."

"...Why don't you speak! You, don't you still want to be like the original—"

The pharaoh was really angry, and he wanted to ask, why are you still as silent as you were before, and didn't care about me at all.

But when it came to the key point, Wang, who hadn't experienced this kind of anger for thousands of years, got himself stuck.

To this person.

He sulks childishly like a teenager, but without exception, never really gets angry.

At this time, of course.

The only problem is that the current situation can't allow him to put aside the topic very lightly like before, and throw that anger thousands of miles away in a moment.

I can't say "I don't want to ask about everything that happened in the past, and I don't care about anything".

At the same time, it is also impossible to express the true thought of "as long as you talk to me, even if there is only one more word, no matter what, I am willing to compromise for you".

It's not that they don't want to, it's not that they don't want to, it's true—there is a gully that Pharaoh also has to face, standing between the two of them.

For example, it has been too long, and there is still a knot in my heart that has not been solved yet.

Therefore, the king of the sun hesitated for the knot in his heart that he still couldn't let go of, and felt deeply hated for his hesitation.

For a while, even he didn't know how to eliminate the thousands of ravines...

"…………"

"?!"

The pharaoh was dumb before, but now he is stupid.

For the first time in over 3000 years.

The wise and mighty king's mind was completely empty.

The shock at this moment was not for anything else, but because the blond priest, who was half murdered, was silent for a moment, and finally moved again.

In order to explore a certain matter, he would not even bother with Pharaoh's thoughts.

So, directly like this:

Those cold hands once again touched the hot surface of the man's body.

Facing the sky and finally driving away all the dark sunlight, Tahir pulled the man in front of him towards him.

He closed his eyes, so he could only grab the shawl on the pharaoh's chest.

But this did not affect the two of them staggering and raising their heads.

The cold and hot lips were printed together like this.

"You are……"

"mine."

——Open your eyes again, let the pupils of the eyes be burned by the hot light and drip blood, but the person who still has a cold face said.

The author has something to say: I'm sorry Calvin is late!starter sugar

The sequelae of amnesia (?) are here, and it turns out that it is really scary for people who have endured for too long to explode suddenly