When the door closes, the house wrapped in the barrier returns to the status quo of that other world, isolated from the outside world. The world is as quiet as if only Qing was left in the world. After all, to a certain extent, the room behind him has been isolated into another world by magic, and the outside world and the entire city of Fuyuki have also been separated from each other by the system of the Great Holy Grail, as a special area, except for other camps far away, this world is really only Qing Yi left to a certain extent.

Qing sighed softly and looked down at the grass beneath her feet. Everything was so quiet, the silence was terrible, and a person sat in silence. Qing doesn't know if this is the purity she desires, but she can't say that she is rejecting the status quo. Chaotic thoughts are like a string that is constantly pulled, and the more you pull, the more entangled.

Qing pursed his lips, stood up with a slight fist, turned to look at the ordinary wooden door, and pushed the door back to the house with his eyes lowered. Standing in the hallway, looking at the empty corridor, Qing smiled faintly. Because that's what Qing wants, she doesn't need to worry about anything else because of her own decisions, so -----

Maybe it will be much easier for me to face her. Answering softly to himself, Qing San's shoes and stepped into the hallway. The wooden floor squeaked and creaked because of its old age, and with this sound, Qing walked to the living room calmly, and from time to time there was laughter in the living room.

When Qing walked into the living room, the laughter stopped with the sound of Qing's footsteps. The five people who were gathering together to talk and laugh and eat breakfast all looked at the Qing who suddenly entered, and after a moment of silence, the old lady who Qing was still meeting for the first time stood up happily, walked to Qing with brisk steps, took Qing's hand and walked to the table.

"I suppose you're what my grandson Webb said about Gungnier, right? Come on, come on, sit together, my husband has already prepared breakfast for you! The old lady kindly brought Qing to sit down beside a snow painting, and she sat down opposite Qing, and a simple but family-like breakfast was placed in front of Qing.

Qing picked up the knife and fork at hand, compared to chopsticks, this is the second tableware in modern history that Qing knows, and Qing's knowledge of such tableware is only staying, and this kind of tableware has appeared in less than four or five hundred years. Qing casually held the knife and fork in his hand, looked at the other people's hands, and Qing silently reversed the position of the knife and fork.

"Don't be too nervous, kid, just feel like you're at home. Ah~" When the old woman saw the movements of Qing's hand, she indirectly thought that Qing was holding the knife and fork backwards because she was nervous, but her comfort except for Qing and the old man sitting in the seat, the faces of the others all showed nervous expressions.

Qing smiled faintly, smiled and nodded at the old woman, and the tense atmosphere of everyone dissipated, as if it had come and gone at the beginning. The old woman nodded at Qing with a smile, and smiled at Qing Hui peacefully. Seeing this scene, everyone settled down again and continued to eat.

Qing turned her head slightly, looking at a snow painting on her side without anyone noticing, she was still eating breakfast like no heart, Qing didn't think much about it and withdrew her gaze, but when she retracted her gaze, Qing inadvertently saw the old woman opposite, she was looking at Qing vigorously.

Qing was slightly puzzled, and under the doubts in his heart, Qing also referred to his habit of asking questions. "Old lady, if you have any questions, just ask me, believe me, if there is nothing to hide, I will not refuse any questions." Qing smiled lightly and looked at the old man in front of him.

"Ah~! It wasn't really important, but all of a sudden Webb told me that a friend from abroad was visiting, and it was an uncommon surname, so he was just a little curious, and he didn't mind my presence too much. The old woman smiled and shook her hand, "But seriously, at the beginning, when I first said that Gungnir, a surname that was extinct in the Middle Ages, I thought it would be a purebred Nordic blood, but I didn't expect it to be such a beautiful woman." ~" The old woman covered her mouth and chuckled, but she didn't know that her unintentional joke had made the table swell!

The old woman's Gungnir may not be the same person as Young, but the Gungnir that Rider and her master know is the Gungnir recorded in the ancient books of the Magicians Guild, a cruel and bloodthirsty demon who helped King Arthur build a powerful kingdom with his own hands, but also planted the seeds of destruction. Fighting a strong army with one man, almost overnight, when Gangnir triumphed, the battlefield was only shredded flesh and corpses, and the internal organs were scattered all over the bright red ground, and only the deserters told the truth of everything, so every time Qing returned to Camelot, he would not even dare to be greeted.

Rider and his master ate breakfast in silence, the old woman's words undoubtedly like a madman who teased Berserker's nerves, but the calm that Qing had shown from the first encounter made them nervous, but not a hint of it. As for Qing, others may not know, but Qing won't get angry or anything because of these things, and he won't even take it to heart at all.

"Old woman, you're joking, my name was only given by the elders who adopted me, but I really didn't expect this kind of surname to circulate. Oh! ~One more point. Qing scratched her cheeks a little embarrassedly, "Actually, I'm a man, and I don't want to be so young as I seem, a little older, but for some personal reasons, I need to keep it a secret." I'm so sorry. ”

Qing answered truthfully, and the people present who knew that they really wanted to hear it all raised their eyebrows, and the question and answer that was used as a donkey's lips and a horse's mouth were particularly subtle! This kind of bizarre way of dialogue is truly shocking! But fortunately, there wasn't a lot of breakfast, and after Qing answered the question just now, the rest of the people were almost done.

Qing apologized apologetically to the old woman, and began to eat breakfast quickly, and within a while, it was just over a minute, and the breakfast that was not too full was gone. Qing referred to the appearance of the rest of the people's knives and forks, put down the knives and forks, and the old woman got up and began to clean up the dishes, and the chief old man also got up to help clean up together. Originally, Qing also planned to help, but was held down by a snow painting.