Since Rider expressed his feelings, Qing has not replied a word since then, and Rider saw that Qing had no intention of continuing to talk, so he silently took full responsibility for his road. After a while, Qing and Rider walked into the living room, and the table where everyone was present had been waiting for a long time.

"I'm so sorry to have you waited so long for me." Qing, who walked to the table, bowed slightly to the full house, and then sat down on the edge of a snow painting under the persuasion of the old woman. Qing looked at the table that was not sumptuous, but the meal full of warm family atmosphere was stunned, and the people around him prayed as if it were traditional, Qing hurriedly pretended to be, and picked up the dishes and chopsticks and ate with them.

The meal is very quiet, perhaps because there is no electricity and only candles are used to illuminate, and everyone has some haze in their hearts, so the quiet meal is spent unconsciously. Qing gently put down the dishes and chopsticks, because there were always some unknown thoughts in his heart, and Qing was the last to finish eating.

The old man and the old woman put away the dishes and chopsticks as if they were in the daytime, and went into the kitchen together relatively silently. The only thing left was the Master and Servant from both camps sitting opposite each other at the table, but no one spoke, perhaps because the gloom emanating from the young man was too strong, and everyone just sat quietly and kept silent, or the contemplative was looking for something to talk about. The dim light of the fire flickered in the room, and the dim shadows cast on the walls, swaying irregularly.

Qingqing sighed, adjusting her physical and mental state as much as possible, all the silence is caused by herself, then she must break this deadlock. Alliances without conversation are destined to be lax, even if both sides have a certain understanding of the person in front of them, but without communication, no matter how strong the trust is, there will be a day when it will decay.

"If there is no huge movement during this time, I believe that the first brave people will return to the city in a week or so." Qing said slowly, basically everyone knows the things in their hearts, but everyone knows it, and Qing also uses this as a beginning to break the peace.

"Yes~, this first batch of people is back, which is the final battle." Rider frowned slightly, propped his head into his fists as he looked at the candle on the table. "Although Lancer, Assassin, and Black Caster have all been defeated, more than half of the Servants are still alive------ I don't know what is going on outside."

Rider, the tallest of the tallest people in the room, was the darkest with candles between his eyebrows, but no one could laugh at this weird funny look. Because the final victory is not determined by force, the name of Servant is not a character that can be described by a fixed definition.

"Hmm~~ If you want to ask if there is any movement-------- except for Saber, who has been wandering around the city all this time, the rest have never found any traces of their appearance!" A snow painting hugged his chest, his eyes naturally closed, and he leaned back in his chair with a nonchalant expression. It's hard to hear if she's mocking, or if she's just narrating.

"Oh?! ~So that's how you know this? Rider turned her head in surprise to look at a snow painting where the old god was there, after all, since a snow painting entered Rider's realm, only Qing and Rider had left the house once, and she had not gone out the rest of the time.

Ichiyuki opened her eyes, and the color that seemed to be mocking flashed in her eyes and then turned into an indifferent smile, everything seemed to be an illusion. "I've been living in this city for a lot longer as a magician and a citizen of Toki, and this city is like a place of heavy spirits, and there are quite a few magicians living here! Therefore, in order to ensure the safety of my life, I will naturally set up or engrave all the runes that belong to me in some corners of the city. It's just so simple~ Hehe, is there any more problem? ”

A snow painting said briskly with a smile, and Qing couldn't help but turn her head to look at her who had been sitting beside her. No matter how she said this, Qing felt that she was extremely weird this time, but she couldn't find any basis, and the slightest trace seemed to be hidden in her words, and it seemed to be uneven in her cynical expression now!

"It's gone, it's gone." Rider shook his head slowly, a snow painting of the abnormal performance Rider is not unfeeling, but to the mood of stealing the car, he can clearly feel what words are with good intentions, what words are with thorns. But fortunately, Rider's energy will not be angry because of some irritating words, otherwise the battle has not yet started, and the nest fight can want to lose both sides!

Before you know it, the atmosphere has returned to the silence it was at the beginning. Half of the white candle had burned out, but the flame was much brighter than it had been at the beginning, and the dullness between the two sides had faded a lot. By this time the old couple had come out of the kitchen and returned to the table, and with a kind smile, the old woman had made tea for everyone, and began to greet their grandson.

There was no chance to have a simple exchange about the current situation, and Qing raised his eyes and looked at the wall clock on the wall, as if it was a coincidence, the time was exactly eight o'clock. Qing drank all the tea in front of him in one gulp and stood up.

Qing lowered her head and took a deep look at a snow painting beside her, and turned to face the old man sitting in the front seat. "Thank you for your hospitality, I'm feeling a little sleepy, so I won't bother you for now." After speaking, Qing Zai glanced at a snow painting beside him, turned around and walked out of the room. I went straight back to the attic without pause, and sat down by the window, facing the door panel at the intersection.

A faint moonlight penetrated into the room, and cards appeared all around, faintly emitting a faint blue light that was scattered by the blue to a random position in the room, illuminating the small attic. Qing's eyes were still looking at the wooden door panel, quietly waiting, waiting for the person to appear. ------- because I can't see through her mind at all.