It was getting dark, and the streets that should have been bustling became empty, with only people hurrying in the direction of home. The advent of the Servant, both indirectly and directly, has led to the spread of this unease.

With your hands in the pockets of your clothes, you can resist the cold of winter just like a pedestrian. After two days of leisure, the war spirit that was aroused at the beginning gradually declined, which undoubtedly made Qing feel extremely uncomfortable, but fortunately, he was not a radical belligerent maniac.

Only after experiencing the flames of war will you cherish the comfortable time. This is a mold that can be applied to countless words, and it is also the words that Qing has always warned himself. Walking slowly down the street, a snow painting around me kept muttering about all kinds of things like a broken thought.

Her presence makes this small space in the silence of the street lively. It's also very cozy.

Turning his head to look at her, even if no one cared about what she said, she could talk and laugh alone. It's like a person who doesn't have trouble, but just the average person can't see it. No matter what she moves, although Qing can't see her thoughts, she can see what a person has experienced from those habitual movements.

Silently retracting his gaze. Qing has a feeling of wanting to mock himself, and the self-deprecating laughter is also on his lips, and there has always been a voice in his heart reading his heart, but it is also completely blocked by Qing. I don't have this reason, and it doesn't make sense.

The Servant is a minion, and as the existence of the Master's weapon, Qing only needs to let his subconscious know this.

You just need to stand to the end, and when there is only one person left, everything you are going through now will be over.

The street lights are gradually turning on, even if the sun has not set, but what is missing is the neon that fills the city. Qing feels like a sour third-rate poet, always lamenting that these things have and don't have meaning.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!!. Are you listening to me? One moment self-deprecation, the other pretending to be something deep. Cut, anyway, I've only been talking about stand-up comedy all the way, and I don't have an audience. Oh no, say it yourself, hehehe, it's funny. ”

Raising the volume made Qing hear the cold cold humor of a snow painting. However, Qing recalled that there seemed to be cold humor and countless embarrassments in his life. It's like a sense of shame that pushes Qing to speed up the pace. Compared with the cold wind of the weather, a cold wind painted by snow really blew cold air into Qing's heart.

"Huh~! Why did you suddenly go so fast? Every time you go shopping, you take a leisurely walk, and you don't need to go to work or go home to do laundry, what motivates you. Or is my joke too low-grade? But to think it's okay-------- at least I can laugh myself! Hee-hee-hee. ”

A personal dialogue that makes people feel the cold air from the bottom of their hearts, Qing can't even find any opportunity to provide a little positive energy, and will say that because she hasn't fought for a day or two, she has become like this because of her excess magic, but then it's really hell.

"There's really no low-level fun, Master, but at most it's just a sign that you're always optimistic. But I don't think you're smiling very much, so maybe that's why you summoned me. ”

Qing pinched her smooth chin and looked at the road ahead with a smile. The cold wind rolled up the remaining leaves on the ground and swept across Qing's face, as if subconsciously, Qing avoided the leaves with some exaggeration, and Qing faintly remembered the experience that he seemed to be unable to get along with the leaves.

"Uh----- hahaha, huh?! It's ---- actually! I think your laughter should be lower, but you usually seem to be used to having a paralyzed face, giving people a very cold look. And I think compared to Lancer, Rider or whatever, you're up to my liking. It's a very casual! No, very easy-going people. ”

What do you mean by a very casual person----? blue eyes glanced at the Master beside him with half-open and half-closed. It's just that he doesn't have a lot of awkward words as soon as he opens his mouth like other servants, and by the way, relying on his self-taught spoken language makes Qing unable to say anything good at all.

"Hahaha~ Don't mind, Caster. I just accidentally said that I missed my mouth, and life needs all the cheerful things to decorate. People who have always been serious need to have this sense of humor, just like you! It's hard to talk if you can't find any topic, and your practice is far from enough~Caster~ bacteria! ”

'Bacteria? She also had problems with her spoken language. However, Qing will never say this, but will show that he is teachable to show his smile. In exchange for this, a piece of snow painted an expression with a wide mouth. This also made Qing cough lightly and retract the smile that hung on his face.

"Hmph hum~ This wave is not a loss. I've burned so much saliva along the way, it's worth it to change such a smile! You're much better than the alluring beauties in history. As a reward, I'll go back and cook noodles for you! ---- because I seem to have only a few noodles left in my house except for the bread that still has an expiration date! ”

A snow painting jumped up and down at the same speed as Qing, and the sky that had been completely darkened was no longer dim under the light of the street lamp, just when the street lamp was at its maximum power.

A cool breeze blew on his face, and a snow painting didn't know when he put the gloves on his hands from his bag. And she has thin clothes, and when she encounters cold air, she can only rely on gloves to rub her cheeks to keep warm.

The fast-paced pace is as habitual as the slow pace, and once you go fast, it becomes unreasonable and meaningless to want to slow down. The empty streets are boring, and you want to go back to the camp where you can relax for a while. Wandering outside can be attacked from unknown sources at any time and at any time.

Or rather, the reason why green luck is not high. All the lights on the road in front of me began to flicker at intervals, and it was not excluded that they would appear on the street lamps when they met several times, the most ancient king, or because they were called the king of street lamps.

"It's been a long time, Archer. I think you'll be angry when you are called that way, right? But I'm sorry, the king I approve of is only one in my life. ”