[I didn't expect to fall into today's depressed appearance,------ but it's okay, you can't see my ugly appearance now--- the only fly in the ointment should be that I can see your terrible appearance now----- but you can rest assured, I won't dislike your -----] There is this murmur in my ears, I can't feel any existence, and I can't feel that I am there? But you can smell the faint smell of seawater-----

[Seriously,---- I know you've been speculating all along about why I didn't look like I'm worried from beginning to end, even if I was very likely to die the first few times, I didn't show any worry------- in fact, I already knew that there would be such a day------] The voice became clear, and the murmuring voice was extremely hoarse, like a flame and sand mixed together, giving people a chilling feeling-------

[--- cough cough! cough cough cough !! -----] The sound of violent coughing, the sound of extremely difficult breathing can be heard, and it is extremely weak--[--- may be a troublesome fate, from the moment I summoned you out ----- my fate has been decided---poof! cough cough cough cough !! -- But if I hadn't summoned you, maybe I would have died sooner,-------- when we first met. -------That's when you told me I had to find some chalice fragment---- but apparently you didn't know that this time. Valhalla, standing outside of time, is really a strange existence, and there should be no timeline order. -------------】

[--- Huha ~ Huha ~ Huha------ I don't have much time left------] The voice is getting deeper and lower, and the faint breathing sound is like exhaling the air and then inhaling the air. Without any self-awareness, I can't do anything, I can't move my body, I can't speak, and even the touch of my body doesn't exist at all.

[----- fate dictates ---- let us get together, and it is fate that allows us to meet the big man Rider,------ it is also fate, the existence of Rider allows you to get this opportunity---- you told me, I can see it clearly now----- cough cough cough!! Ahem!! Now, it's time for me to complete my own destiny-----]

[In the name of a snow-painted master,---- with the power of the Servant Command-----] The body that has lost all consciousness is forcibly changed in the strange magic, responding to the power from the shackles of the spell. [Imprisoning my Servant, Caster's Spirit---- condensed in the container of the Holy Grail------]

The sensations of the Lingperson disappear from the body, like the heart of the soul being withdrawn from the shell of the soul. Emptiness and unprecedented weakness occupy all the only feelings left of me, as indescribable discomfort as the hollowing out of the internal organs---- but only uncomfortable, not painful, but the feeling of misery created for the soul is more than torn to pieces! ------

If you can't speak, you can't refuse. I can only let the indescribable sense of suffering fill my body, and my body is powerless to float as if it were floating in a vacuum. [Hey, hey, hey! ~Ahem, ahem!! I know you're definitely having a hard time right now----- but it's for your own good. I don't have much time, you just have to treat it as a kind of torture. ------ if you really can't stand it, then hate me so hard---- maybe it will be better. 】

[In the name of the second spell, order ------- force to eliminate thoughts of self-harm in your mind from time to time----- and you will not be able to eliminate them until you get the next master.] -----] The sound of breathing became weaker and weaker, almost as thin as hair--------

[There is also the spell of the third stroke------ this is the only thing I have left to bind you----- I will keep it, because only then can the spell of the first two strokes take effect------ and it is also my last gift to you------]

The words fell, and the sound of flesh and blood being cut off by sharp weapons came, as if there was a feeling of blood splashing on his face------ [We may see each other again----- right? ---------] All sounds cease ----- sensation of the sea disappears----- even if the sensation is lost, burning and evil thoughts obscure everything-------

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"Doctor, does this patient seem to be asleep again? It's really worrying~" The voice really came into the ears, and the sweet voice of a little girl around twenty years old made people tired. "Ahem! ~Be serious! The new little lady, the upper echelons of the hospital didn't transfer you over to make you a nymphomaniac, hurry up and change the drip, you have been grinding for a long time, and there are many other patients waiting for us to pass! "A female old doctor in her fifties, serious and profound with old-fashionedness, obviously decades older than that young voice, but from the voice you can hear that the physique is much tougher than any young person!

The sound of two footsteps gradually walked away, and it didn't take long for Qing to open his eyes. Calmly breathing in the air filled with the smell of disinfectant water, my eyes are simple and large, and the main color of the hospital room is white.

I had that dream again, and since I regained consciousness, the calm words echoed in my head every night. Although it was a dream, it was real, and he reached out and pressed it on his chest, and his heart beat inside, and in addition to this, there was a fragment embedded in the beating heart, and a crimson stigma was engraved on it, which served as a base body, connecting the soul----- like making himself a demon messenger.

Exhaling the turbid breath in his body deeply, he looked at the monotonous white ceiling blankly. After that decisive battle, I was supposed to have disappeared in this era, but I survived. When I woke up, my body was still my body, and I was lying in this room with no strength, and more than a month had passed before I knew it. An extremely unquiet month or so.

Qing was not alone in the originally small ward, and in the first few days of waking up, there were always strange-looking people breaking into the ward in a daze all day long, staring at Qing with disgusting eyes full of desire, but it didn't take a second or two for medical staff or guards to push him down and drag him away. After that, the female physician told Qing that in order to ensure that the disabled patients in other beds would not be harassed by similar people, you would be protected in this ward alone, and at this moment, Qing was told that he was "honored to have a separate ward that the rest of the patients could not apply for".

Stretching out his hand, Qing looked at his slender and white hand that was completely incompatible with masculinity, shook it indifferently, and pinched his face. Everything is very simple, but Qing knows that the feeling of being a whole beat slower needs to be realized before his body will respond next. Just like the female doctor said, I really need a quiet place to recuperate at this moment------