I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice

Therefore, she made a contract with the suppression force, and in order to change this ending, she entrusted her soul after death to the suppression force, and embarked on a journey to seek a miracle.

Originally decided not to return here, originally believed that he would never see this scene again. But the woman is still kneeling on the land at this moment, tears streaming down her face.

But this is not the end. Just one point in an endless loop of journeys.

After being liberated from the Servant's contract, the woman named Artoria did not go to the Seat of Heroes, but was brought back to Camlan Hill, because she has not died yet, and the journey has not yet been completed. A closure must be made here.

In other words, before she was summoned as a Servant, she was not the kind of regular Heroic Spirit that would turn into a true hero after she died in reality.

Instead, in the midst of despair and hope to change the status quo, he was selected by the restraining power, and thus exchanged a contract with the restraining power to turn the soul after death into a guardian. The price is to get the Holy Grail, and this is about The truth about the Servant named Artoria.

The contract can only be fulfilled if the Holy Grail is obtained. In other words, if Artoria does not get the Holy Grail, the time of this land will be stopped forever, and even be excluded from the world. Forever, side by side, repeatedly ravaged and trampled on her heart, making her suffer from suffering all the time, but even death couldn't do it.

Before getting the Holy Grail, she can only continue to participate in the battle for the Holy Grail on the other side of time and space.

And before being summoned next time, the woman will cry and repent in the moment called eternity, amidst endless reproaches.

Suffering in endless punishment.

Cowardice over sins that cannot be repaid.

Perhaps this ending was doomed from the moment of betrayal.

This is the greatest punishment.

"Please call me...no matter who it is, please call me...this time, I will definitely—"

The woman opened her palms and grasped towards the gray sky.

capuchin

The second volume is over, and the threads of the first and second volumes are basically drawn back.

The third volume is the amalgamation of Mo Yi and II's event book.

Hum, the main world view is a mixed world view combined by most Xingyue works. Of course, it can't be integrated. I can only open the parallel world alone.

The outline of the third volume has just been written, and the detailed outline has not yet been written. However, the overall direction and plot have been determined.

This is a lighthearted, heartwarming story, and I dedicate her to you all.

If there is a reward, come again next time.

I coded the second volume now, it was a bit tiring, and there were many typos and bugs.

There is one more thing, more suggestions, as long as it is not a personal attack, I can accept it.

The author who can withstand doubts about the logic of the plot text, and who makes everyone interested, and who makes continuous progress for this, is a qualified author.

Of course, the kind of remarks that bring the whole family with you at every turn, and the rise from the logical view of characters to my values ​​are still insensitive.

To be honest, in the first volume, when I worked hard to restore and interpret Shining, many people used Shining's logic to criticize my thinking for problems.

Hum... I didn't reply at the time, I just deleted the post. So please understand that all the characters cannot be my thoughts, right? For example, Shining (me), the protagonist (me), the heroine (still me), this kind of strange character logic, right? Isn't this my diary? All the characters are broken.

But the friends who have supported me here all love me~! There shouldn't be that kind of person who just sprays on me anymore, right?

In short, please support the third volume~!

Mu... If you want to guarantee the bottom blade, please be sure to vote for me.

Huh? You shouldn't have said anything, right? If so, please leave a message here, and I will revise it tomorrow.

Chapter 1 A new beginning

"what……"

Waking up feels very uncomfortable.

This is a very normal thing, obviously I was having a very sweet dream, but the young sister pulled my hair and pulled it hard, anyone would feel very uncomfortable.

Especially for a bad student like Shiro Fujimaru who is lazy and sleepy.

"Brother, brother! Get up! Get up!"

Without even opening his eyes, Shirou just frowned, trying to continue to sleep, and as a result his young sister became even more unscrupulous.

Not only pulled his hair, but also ran to his stomach, trampled on his stomach, buttocks and other places, and enthusiastically carved the rhythm of samba dance on it, except for a few humans with special preferences, everyone Some people should be unhappy because of this, right?

So, he rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked through his fingers at his sister who was jumping up and down on his stomach.

"Lixiang..." Shirou called out.

"Huh? Brother, are you awake?"

Until then, the five-year-old Fujimaru Tatsuka finally realized that Shirou had come to his senses, his feet in white socks were stepping on Shirou's stomach, and he turned around to face Shirou.

She jumped up and down on Shirou's stomach, as if using Shirou's stomach as a trampoline. The brown elementary school uniform on his body also flew up with the movement.

The orange hair tied into a ponytail swayed from side to side, and the watery pale golden eyes stared straight at Shirou.

Although he was trampling on others early in the morning, Li Xiang couldn't see any guilt like "Oh, that's too bad!" or "Woo... found out!".

"Is it fun to step on my brother's stomach?" Shirou asked.

"My brother's belly is hard, which is very fun." Lixiang showed a happy smile.

Shirou stretched out his palm with a calm expression, grabbed Lixiang by the back collar, picked her up high, then sat up by himself, clasped her on his lap, and pressed her palm like a mountain. her.

"Hey hey hey... brother, what are you going to do?" Li Xiang asked strangely.

Shirou raised his other hand, aimed at her buttocks, and slapped her when he went down.

"Snapped--!"

"Wow!"

In the morning at Fujimaru's house, the screams of the younger sister rang out every day.

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Monday, April 21, 2003.

The weekend vacation where you can sleep as much as you want has ended yesterday, and today is a day to go to school.

After washing up, I went to the hall.