Qing turned her head in surprise to look at the Master, who was eating wildly, and she was now looking at Qing seriously. Although the grease stains on her mouth were not wiped away and ruined the solemn atmosphere, her words made Qing look at herself.

Looking into her serious eyes, Qing hesitated for a moment and then put down the fried chicken nuggets in her hand. The whole store was full of people, but the one painted in Qinghe Ichijo was unusually quiet, and it was she who set up a silent barrier. She is more serious than Qing imagined!

"-------- didn't -------- I didn't have a reason to wield my sword. Because I died a long time ago, no matter how stubborn and persistent I was, all I had worked so hard for before was a good memory. So I have no reason to swing my sword. ”

Qing smiled slightly at a piece of snow painting, picked up a tissue and helped her wipe the grease stains on her mouth. All of them are the same as Qing once ridiculed Archer as claimed, it has become an established fact that there is no need for the dead self to cling to it anymore, and everything is dust to dust. Whether it's good or bad, it's just a memory that you can't forget---

"I can wipe it myself, and I'm not a kid anymore. Before that, you should pay more attention to yourself, there is no reason to swing the sword, this kind of thing is not something you can throw away casually if you want to! ”

A snow painting snatched the tissue from Qing's hand, swallowed her mouth indiscriminately, and then he took the chicken leg in her other hand, pointed at Qing's nose like a stick, and even shook it slightly!

"Don't think I don't know! Caster。 You, the initiator who laid the foundation of the kingdom, also laid down the boulders on the towers of the castle. You're scared, you're scared to face it. After you meet Saber, you start to become reticent. I still remember how active I was after I first summoned you to this life-----------"

"That's because I don't know how to deal with it----- I know what you say. It was impossible for me not to be exposed to history when I first came into contact with the Internet-------------"

Qing didn't pay attention to the Master staring at his eyes, but looked out the window, driving the flow of people coming and going. Even Qing himself wanted to laugh at all this, laughing at himself for becoming timid and vulnerable---------

Because those were the only pillars in my heart, the only lights. Make them support the green on the surface of the building strong fortress, loaded with great force. However, he unknowingly ruined these, and Qing never expected this to happen.

Seeing Qing silent, a snow painting also put down the high-spirited chicken leg in his hand. However, she did not continue to fill her stomach, but watched Qing be silent and silent. She could see it, because she was waiting for Qing's answer.

The smile that often hung on his lips had disappeared, and Qing didn't know if it was the anesthetic he had been using to numb his nerves. The calm state of mind that has been maintained has been washed away by the torrent that has been suppressed, which is a feeling of remorse and unwillingness.

The flat hand didn't know when it clenched into a fist, and it didn't exert any force, because Qing knew that what should be hated should be given to himself, or it was a fantasy target that didn't exist. Qing didn't know how to deal with this.

The former self and the current self, Qing stands in a different perspective. Dreams and hard work, ideas and stubbornness, but now I am a product of ----- like a pitiful worm, with nothing, and even unwilling, I dare not admit what I have done.

A little clenched fist, just like Qing said, anger will burn people's reason. Hate, hate yourself, hate yourself for doing these things you take for granted! But Qing doesn't even know what she's doing wrong!

Maybe I should be crazy, I should be doing crazy things like Black Caster, who is already crazy! But I just kept my sanity! He forged a strong iron wall in his heart, and he also carried out the destruction himself.

Nothing possible is your mission. Maybe that's how you should! But. Aoi looks at a Yukie staring at her, it is she who summons herself in death, it is she who uses the magic called life to maintain her body.

She was silent, and Aoya watched her quietly. It's like repeating that once I met Merlin and Artoria, and now I met her. A master with a half-hung wish, to some extent, is indeed close to a Servant with a half-hung idea.

Sighing, Qing wiped her hands with a tissue. Standing up, he patted a snow painting on the shoulder and walked out of the store. Everything is his own excuse, treating one person as a substitute for others, and this word was erased by Qing as soon as it appeared in Qing's mind. This is already an unforgivable insult to others.

Qing would never do that, no matter who it is, that person is unique. It is definitely not a substitute because of some similarities.

Standing on the edge of the street outside the store, 9 to 10 a.m. happens to be the most wonderful time of day. The sun shines on the body, although the air is not fresh, but it reflects the tranquility in this prosperity.

Qing needs some time, not only to calm down, but also to give himself enough time. Put those things that you don't dare to face in front of you, although you don't want to face them, but these easts, sooner or later, will have to face one day.

Her Master was looking at her through the window, her eyes full of anticipation.

Sitting down on a bench on the side of the street, Qing watched the cars and the crowd. The only difference between yourself and them is your goal, the direction you want to go, the things you want, and the responsibilities you need to carry. Qing who has no goal also has none of these things. I can even use the excuse that I am dead, but it doesn't make any sense.

Confused mind, muddy consciousness. That's all there is to the green now. Sitting silently, waiting quietly, time always passes slowly. Reminiscing over and over again, recalling your past, recalling what you have done. It can be said that there are no blemishes. It's like a dream, but it's broken.

Confusion, confusion, confusion, the countless thoughts in Qing's mind collide with each other. The black hole pulls itself into it like an abyss, and the disturbance of the noun that it does not know washes over and over again, and these things alone have filled the green inextricably.

"Forget it, don't think about it. -----I've been standing here for an hour now, and I haven't moved. I can't ------------- you can't do it."