Walking to a snow painting with a steady step, Qing looked down at the woman who was sleeping indecently and drooling. Although they have been living together for a long time, no matter how much time they see it, Qing can't help but want to laugh at her, but looking at the stinginess of the person in front of her, Qing still rationally dispelled the idea every time.

Qing stretched out his hand to wake her up, but as soon as his hand was halfway out, Qing thought about it and decided to forget it. After all, a temporary peace can be obtained now and can be felt precious in the future, Qing thought so, and quietly found a place by the oil drum, sat down on the ground, and added firewood to the oil drum fire that had been burning.

Looking out the window, the fiery clouds that were born with the setting sun filled most of the sky. Qing no longer knows how many times he looks at the world from this window, from the bottom of his bones, Qing yearns for a free and wide world, even if he has forgotten the reason, but this thought has always been in Qing's heart.

The red clouds, the slight cool breeze, everything seems extremely quiet, and the originally prosperous city has lost its hustle and bustle. It's all as calm as the ebb tide of a tsunami, and soon the flames of a tsunami will ignite the city! And precisely, green is the switch that caused the impact of the tsunami.

Qing understands the meaning of his current existence! Like a poisonous snake, it hides in a snake hole, and even if it doesn't have fangs, it will make people jealous. No one wants to be robbed of the fruits of victory after their own fierce battle, and Qing is now hiding in the shadows, whether he has this intention or not, in the eyes of others, this possibility will be infinitely magnified.

Qing weighed the iron ball in his hand, and the heavy texture physically conveyed peace of mind to Qing. But in the end, Qing can indeed rest assured for some time, and the absence of Assassin is equivalent to not having an enemy who will search for the carpet, so that Qing will be extremely safe in the dark, and will not be like standing in the open all day and needing to prepare for the attack of other camps.

But Qing knew that this would not last long, after all, Qing didn't have any urgent desires to achieve, so hiding in the shadows would not have patience to consume. But not in the outer camp, each Heroic Spirit accepts the summoning reality with its own obsessions and desires. Qing in the shadows certainly made them dare not go to war, but after a long time, it affected the end of the ceremony, so it was a sure thing to be treated as a huge hidden danger and jointly eradicated.

But fortunately, it has not yet reached that state of being out of control, and it can be regarded as more preparation time for the people around you to delay a little time. Because the future battle is no longer the small fight of the past, but a real battle to the death, if defeated, Qing will die, and the woman who should have been alive and well will also be killed-----

Qing took a deep breath, picked up the firewood beside him and threw it into the oil drum, and this firewood was the last firewood, and when it burned out, the flame would be extinguished. These firewood are all prepared by a snow painting herself, faintly as if she has already calculated that the last time will be used up without regrets.

Qing stood up, and as the last of the firewood burned in the flames, Qing's heart was already impetuous. The battle will not come immediately, but I don't know if I can safely protect her until the end, which makes Qing especially uneasy! Qing's gaze as he watched the flames gradually become sharp, like a sharp sword that had been out of the scabbard for a long time, revealing its blade, and its edge flickered.

A magic card with a gun-shaped pattern appears on Ao's side, and Aoi takes it off and attaches it to the carbon black iron ball. There is no magic that unfolds the achievement spell, and there is not a spell rune that rises from the card. In just a blink of an eye, the iron ball turned into a three-meter-three black spear, and then a large number of words and runes spread from Qing's hand to the entire body of the spear.

Qing felt this feeling carefully, although Qing deliberately did this process extremely slowly, but Qing was proficient in the method of making this weapon, and skillfully operated this process. In this way, in the future battles, there will be one less threat and one more possibility of safety!

"Hmm~~ I didn't expect to fall asleep so easily~~Ho~~~" Every day, I need to provide more and more magical support to Qing, and the spirit of a snow painting is getting worse and worse day by day. Qing's strength requires more of her mana, which is a good thing in the future, but watching her become more and more sleepy day by day Qing is also extremely guilty.

"I~Cute little maid, don't hurry up to prepare dinner for Miss Ben~ I still need to serve for a while~~" Qing suddenly absolutely maybe his guilt is a superfluous emotion! Qing's face was black and white for a while, and the corner of his eyes twitched to look at the Master who was lying down and falling asleep again, and Qing had an urge to leave her here!

But thinking about it is just a matter of thinking about it, Qing hooked the corners of her mouth, since she asked Qing to prepare dinner for her personally, then maybe she was ready to taste it, and Qing personally prepared the [Last Supper]! With this in mind, Qing stuck her spear on the ground and began to prepare dinner, and the food materials in the house were also abundant.

Use magic to pull out the charcoal from the oil drum, place it on the fire, light it, set up the pot, boil the water, cut the ingredients, and finish it as fast as possible! Qing wants a piece of snow to get everything done before consciousness returns! Because by then it will be too late, and she will have no way to escape! ---------

"I weighed the pros and cons in my dream, and after thinking about it, I thought it would be better for me to come in person! ------And I think that hideous look you unintentionally showed ----- really opened my eyes! That's right, that's it! A piece of snow painting jumped out at some point, and the language panicked to stop Qing from pouring the ingredients into the pot. Ao's cooking skills can't be corrupted even after thousands of years, and even if a snow painting is only seen in a dream, it is enough to wake her up from her dream.

"----- really? Then bother you. Qing bowed her head and thanked her, but the disappointment in her heart was undoubted, and when Ichijo Yukie saw Qing's disappointed face, her expression couldn't help but be relieved! Qing didn't have too much entanglement, and it was also a blessing for a snow painting to be painted for a while.

"Caster, you can wait for the meal now, it will be ready in a while." Ichijo Yuki-e expertly flipped over the ingredients in the pot, and after savoring the taste, she breathed a heavy sigh of relief. "Finish eating early, let's go search for Rider's location as soon as possible------"