[Comprehensive] Playing off again

Chapter 245 Feite Is a 0+ Death Elementary School Student

It is not a problem for Heroic Spirit to make a phone call in the sky.

As long as there is a signal.

The small barrier shielded the sound of the wind, and Elan told Xiaolan that Conan was playing with Sakura here, and that he would send him back to the hotel at night. He closed his phone and said, "Anything else, little detective?"

Conan said thoughtfully: "Iori, are you more than 25 years old?"

25 is the age that Elan reported to Yuanzi and Xiaolan. At that time, Conan secretly complained that he was not like him, but he did not expect to find out that it was really not, and it was still in such a bizarre situation.Elan smiled and pointed to the person driving the car, "This is Alexander the Great, the one who once conquered half the world in history—this time the Holy Grail War was summoned by the magician Webber, and he appeared in the world with the rank of Rider " He changed the subject, "I won't say my name, but as for my age... guess?"

Conan barely heard the last sentence.

His mind was digesting the huge amount of information at the beginning. Even though some words were incomprehensible, it did not hinder certain guesses. The boiling in his mind was like a frying pan, and his eyes silently moved to the red-haired giant, and then stuck to it.A body that is so strong that it is outstanding even among Westerners, coupled with a height that makes people have to look up to, the skill of driving a chariot at this time, and the other party is exactly the same as Yagami, Irisviel, and Artoria Inhuman...

Conan shuddered.

Is this the power of magic?Can actually make the existence that has already died reappear?

Holy Grail: Thank you for my calling.

He didn't doubt whether Yagami was deceiving himself, because he was so small at this time that he could be rubbed round and flattened, and he didn't miss the word "brainwashing suggestion" mentioned by Yagami just now. ——Have those who have seen the "magic" been forcibly forgotten?

Conan asked the question.

Erlan turned to Webb.

In this car, there is only one magician, although he is a trainee.Wei Bo said confusedly: "Hey, I don't know. Fuyuki is responsible for the aftermath of the Holy Church Church. I don't know how they deal with it."

"Then how does the Magic Association do it?"

"I didn't pay attention to the specifics, but keeping the "mystery" from being revealed is the number one priority. "

"..."

It seems to contain a very cruel amount of information.Conan's eyes straightened, and then he decisively grabbed the hem of Yagami's clothes, raised his head, and said pitifully, "Brother Yagami~"

"I only like cute things acting like a baby."

"..." Wasn't he cute when he was a child?

"Remember not to restore the photos in Yuanzi's camera, it's no good."

"..."

Conan looked up at the sky.

Now that it has been deduced what Yuanzi accidentally photographed, there is no need to restore it.

Speaking of modern technology, Weber suddenly said: "Berserker, where I live—"

Elan said empathetically: "I understand. Apart from me, no other hacker will find it."

"Ah, thank you very much!"

Although he had expected it, Weber still couldn't help it, he hesitated and said, "By the way, you won't tell your Master, will you?"

"Didn't you already know?"

"……Um."

From the fact that Berserker brought Sakura to foster the dog, it can be seen that there is something wrong between him and the Master. Rider has analyzed this, so they have not moved the place for the time being, but they have actually found a possible place to move. And be prepared not to use the Internet or mobile phones until the end of the Holy Grail War.

Weber, who doesn't know much about hackers' abilities, has already begun to overestimate Elan's strength in this regard.

"My Master doesn't know our connection yet. Unless he uses the command spell, I will not tell you where you are or provide clues on purpose. If you are worried, you can change the residence. Remember to take care of little Moore. Just do it."

Berserker and his Master don't get along very well.

Weber sighed and rejoiced inwardly.

Anyway this is great news!The young girl with a little sister-in-law—no, I should say youth, after all, he is already 20 years old—curiously said: "Berserker, you should have a wish to entrust the Holy Grail?"

Ellen sighed.

"Of course I want the Holy Grail, but with such a Master, it is only possible to win by all kinds of luck and coincidences. I really want to see how lucky Kariya is."

Anyway, the host should be very high.

The system silently complained——

According to the division of this world, it must be EX, right?

The trivial time passed quickly. Rider's chariot approached what might be Caster's workshop, and Waver couldn't help but raise his vigilance. Caster's class skill is "ground building", and most of the Servants who can manifest this class are outstanding magicians in their lifetime, which means that as long as they are given enough time to arrange workshops, Caster's defense will become The well-deserved number one among Servants.

After many attempts in vain, they found an other world.

Aquatic monsters with countless tentacles inhabit the narrow ducts, waiting to strangle the poor intruders.As soon as the chariot appeared, there was a huge momentum, and the monsters rushed up immediately!

Conan is as quiet as a chicken.

It is now known what was the suspected python that killed the victim.

In his eyes, there was an ugly tentacle monster, and a smiling Rider.

The giant red-haired man raised the reins, "Meet the enemy!"

"Moo-"

This is the depths of the sewers.

There was very little light, and it was as dim as a starry night.

Conan saw the purple spider web lightning again.

The electric sparks constantly blooming between the powerful hoofs of the bull are bright and dazzling, accompanied by the hooves raised again and again, the monsters are torn into small pieces, the blood rains everywhere, and the stumps on the ground occasionally bounce , Seeing people feel sick physically.

The dull moisture and the monster's blood foam were quickly blocked. Conan noticed a barrier separating the inside and the outside, and lost his voice: "Barrier?"

"Hey, you know."

"..." Sanguan sustained comminuted fractures.

With a simple and rough push, Rider cleaned out the monsters in the sewer, wondering: "Is this the level of a magician's workshop?"

"Not really." Elan answered, "If it was really that simple, Emiya Kiritsugu wouldn't need to blow up the hotel."

Conan listened quietly.

Another question has been answered.

"There are no traps, no disguises..." Weber mused, "Maybe this time Caster is not an orthodox magician, but has been passed down as such by the world."

During the speech, the chariot has already entered the wide space.

The low difficulty of entering once again supports Weber's conjecture.

Vision is completely dark.

"Caster is not here." Rider muttered like this, "There will be no more gains, let's go."

Elan held his chin and said, "The things here are rare, do you really leave directly?"

Sensitively hearing the interest in the boy's voice, Rider said seriously: "Berserker, don't you appreciate such a sight?"

"Why do you question me, King of Conquerors?"

Elan said with a smile in his voice, "This is a 'work of art' made by humans with the same kind. I'm just a spectator, am I not?"

Rider suddenly realized something, "...you are not human?"

Elan said leisurely: "Occasionally I will put on a human shell to walk. You can think of me as—"absolute bystander". "

The absolute bystander is the god.

It doesn't really matter if you just watch from the sidelines, but the bad thing is that some bystanders will intervene in some things according to their own preferences... Rider stared at another Servant. Unfathomable evil.

Dark and quiet.

Except for the two Servants who could see, the other three couldn't see anything.

Conan touched his pocket and accidentally found Kogoro Mori's lighter. He decided to pretend that the other party threw it back and never admit it. He asked in a low voice, "Can you light it?"

Elan: "Yes, there is no ambush."

Rider: "...It's better not to look at it."

The flames have been kindled.

Not only the lighter in Conan's hand, but also the magic prop in Weber's hand that looks like a torch, illuminating the surrounding scene.

There seemed to be a short, but also a long silence.

"--Varied--"

The chariot was still shrouded in Elam's enchantment.The sense of smell is blocked, and the smell of blood cannot be smelled, but the vision is not obstructed. At this time, everything next to him is presented in front of his eyes.

What caught the eye were many corpses.

Not a simple human remains, but one that has been processed artistically.

Some are made into furniture, some are made into clothing, and some are made into musical instruments. This place looks like a grocery store. Elan's eyes glanced at the human leather sofa and human skin clothing, and there was no What a surprise, until the line of sight falls on a musical instrument.

That's made from intestines.

Not intending to step on the flowing blood, the Dark God raised his hand and popped out a few wind blades.

The small wind blades hit the instrument accurately one after another, making the sound of dorami, but the sound was quickly out of tune, and it was easy to tell that the condition of the instrument was not perfect.

He lost interest.

"Wow!"

Waver leaned over the edge of the chariot and spat it out.

Conan suppressed his nausea and clenched his fists.

Rider patted his Master on the shoulder, and looked at the other Servant with a sharp gaze like a falcon, but saw Berserker hold Sakura's face in his hands, and asked with concern: "Are you uncomfortable, Sakura?"

The little girl shook her head.

With this action, the short purple hair fluttered, and the hair ornament with the red bow on it also swayed, bringing a touch of bright color, but because it was similar to the color of blood, it was unconsciously repulsive. ——Conan, Weber, and Rider have noticed this abnormality.

Even adult magicians and detectives who have seen many deaths feel uncomfortable, why is Sakura, who is only 6 years old, indifferent?

Conan thought of what Yagami had said.Even though that was most likely a lie, it looked like Sakura did have serious psychological problems.It is still difficult to detect in the sunlight, but in the depths of this secluded sewer, those eyes that belonged to children are so numb and empty, as if they have already died.

Elan touched Sakura's little face affectionately, and held her in his arms.

Even though the little girl said she didn't feel anything, the boy still made a comforting gesture.

The lights went out.

Sakura's voice sounded in the darkness, thin and weak, swaying like a trembling candle in the wind, "Berserker, is this...death?"

"It's a kind of death."

"Will anyone die?"

"Animals, humans, gods, planets, wills...everything that exists will eventually perish."

"So, will grandpa die too?"

"of course."

Sakura murmured: "Grandpa..."

The boy's smiling voice sounded differently beautiful and cold in the dark, "Sakura, haven't you noticed? I've been ignoring Zouken, and he's also trying to lower his sense of existence. What a broken soul lingering on its last legs, really —stained my eyes."

In the darkness, only Rider could see, Berserker stared at Sakura's chest when he said this.

—Is there anything there?

"Sakura, if you can make a wish, what do you want?" Elan asked, "Think about it, I can give you a birthday present early while I'm still here."

"……it is good."