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Chapter 97 Can you save it?(1/2)

Because time flows at different speeds, this world is not daytime.

The stars are sparse and the moonlit night looks quiet.

Fuyuki City has ushered in its long-awaited quiet night. In remote coastal towns, the entertainment industry was far from developed at this time, and the nightlife was naturally not very popular. Basically, people stayed there as soon as it got dark.

Home.

Under the quiet night, only a few dog barks occasionally spread far in the town, and the breath of the night is even more quiet and long, gentle and lonely.

It was as if even the earth had fallen into a deep sleep.

For the citizens of Fuyuki City, this is indeed a long-lost quiet night. There are not so many chickens and dogs flying around, there are not so many curses and curses, and there are no hysterical pig-killing cries piercing the night sky, accompanied by

The sharp sirens sounded from far to near, then from near to far...

This is really not friendly to the heart, and makes people less confident in the security of Fuyuki City.

Fortunately, these situations have improved greatly in recent times, and the police station has not been overcrowded for a long time, which has overcrowded the temporary cells in the detention center.

Yuanzang Mountain.

Ryudong Temple.

On the steps in front of the temple, the blond girl with blue eyes was sitting there quietly, holding her knees and chin, looking at the sparse stars in the night sky with a melancholy look, seemingly immersed in her own thoughts.

among.

Arturia forgot how long it had been since she was alone with such a person, quietly looking up at the stars.

It feels like from the day when I was fifteen years old, when I pulled out the Sword of Choice and became the King of Britain, as a king, I no longer have a part of myself. Sitting on the throne, I never showed any emotion.

She is like a scale that is precise to a few decimal places, calculating the balance of gains and losses.

This kind of persistence did not end when the kingdom collapsed and her life came to an end, because she hated the destruction of Britain too much and refused her own salvation. In the end, she was promoted to a heroic spirit with her dying body and continued to devote herself to the world.

In a battlefield that spans time and space.

and until now

Frankly speaking, Artoria's obsession has been lifted. She has accepted Britain's fate and let go of her worries...

Arturia sighed softly, and a touch of confusion and uneasiness flashed across her melancholy and exquisite face. She reached out and casually pulled out a weed on the edge of the steps, feeling that the coolness of the night was getting deeper and colder.

Some, before she knew it, she had been sitting here in a daze for more than an hour.

I looked back at Ryudou Temple. Although the lights were bright, it was still quiet with almost no sound. Even Tohsaka Rin, the only one who was not affected, was forced by this subtle pressure and was careful not to make any noise.

Come.

With Artoria's keen perception, she can certainly detect the silence in the room. Whether it is Miss Medea or Matou Sakura, her behavior at this moment is actually the same.

Although I didn't go out to the courtyard or outside the temple gate, I sat on the steps and stared at the night sky in a daze.

But they choose to sit in the living room or room in a daze, with gloomy faces or black air all over their bodies. It seems there is no fundamental difference, or it is not certain that the symptoms are more serious.

In short, it feels like it will turn black at any time.

Arturia can certainly understand them. After all, she feels the same way herself. At this moment, she is also full of resentment towards the Master.

Who would have thought that the Master would be so decisive, and they don’t know why he suddenly made up his mind. Did he want to cut through the mess quickly or something? It’s really funny to say that, everyone was tacitly waiting for him to make a decision.

The choice comes.

But now the Master has really made a choice, but he can't accept it...or should I say, it's not him who can't accept his choice.

In this case, who wants you to cut through the mess quickly? You might as well just continue to get entangled like this.

The result was naturally the same as yesterday. They broke up unhappy with each other. After he announced the news happily and told everyone the decision he had made up his mind, the atmosphere became strangely dull at that time.

No one could sincerely send blessings. Everyone, including Artoria, just said a few words absent-mindedly, and then made excuses and left in a hurry.

Otherwise, they are afraid that they will not be able to control their emotions.

Now that she has returned to this world, a day has passed, and Artoria has calmed down, feeling that... being calm is of no use at all!

but……

There's no other way, right?

The girl showed a self-deprecating bitter smile and looked at the weed in her hand. She didn't know what she was thinking, until a pure and powerful familiar demonic energy suddenly arrived, pulling her out of a dazed state.

Woke up with a start.

"Miss Yakumo?"

She raised her eyes and stared straight ahead. A dark crack like a waxing moon appeared above the mountain path. Inside, the crimson blood-colored eyes silently stared at the outside world. And behind this crack

Above, is a young girl sitting sideways.

The long golden hair shines like gold under the moonlight, and the bow tie gives people a dreamlike feeling. The mature and gorgeous temperament coexists with the innocence of youth.

Even though they were both women, Artoria couldn't help but lose consciousness at this moment.

She calmed down, took a deep breath, and asked, "Excuse me, what's the matter?"

Artoria was not surprised by Yakumo Murasaki's sudden visit. They all had the authority to enter and exit this world at will, so it was naturally impossible for monsters in this realm to exist without them.

It would be better to say that on the boundary line, the Master is on the great barrier of Gensokyo, where he has set up the entrances and exits to the multiple worlds he controls.

"..."

"..."

The monster sage in the realm was silent, looking at Artoria up and down, and there seemed to be a strange light flashing in his eyes. Artoria didn't know what was going on, so she just remained silent and waited quietly.

The other party spoke.

After a while, the monster girl said calmly: "Tomorrow, there will be a party in Gensokyo. I will inform you..."

"What does this have to do with me!" Artoria blurted out almost without thinking, but what was extremely rare was that this time she decisively refused, with the strong negation in her tone evident.

She is not a dull person. She immediately knew the reason for tomorrow's banquet, but just because she knew...that's why she absolutely didn't want to go!

"It doesn't matter?" Yakumo Purple smiled softly, with the corners of her mouth turning up slightly, "I didn't ask you what it does matter, I just came to inform you, remember not to be absent tomorrow..."

She was very satisfied with Artoria's reaction. If the King of Knights really had no resistance or resistance at all and simply accepted the matter, then he would not be considered an effective helper, only

like this

It seems that he doesn't want to care about it, but in fact he really cares about it, so that he can transform it into the motivation to make trouble in a real sense.

"I, I won't go... Well, I mean I won't go." The King of Knights bit his lower lip, feeling even more depressed. She tried to refuse naturally, but the sourness in her tone was somehow...

He couldn't hide it, "I will have something to do tomorrow..."

"What's going on tomorrow?" the monster girl asked with a chuckle.

"This, this... it's none of your business, Miss Yakumo, right?"

"Can't you tell me? Is there anything more important than tomorrow's banquet?"

"This, this..."

"Is it because you just don't want to go?"

Artoria gritted her teeth, while Yakumo Murasaki pressed forward step by step.

The former's thinking was extremely chaotic for a while, and due to her personality, her upright and noble spirit can be said to be the well-deserved embodiment of chivalry. Some of the creeds she abides by have almost become instinctive in her bones, even at this time

, lying is also something she is absolutely not good at.

So Artoria stammered, wanting to explain but there was no good way to explain it, so she made up a temporary reason, but she couldn't say anything.

However, Yakumo Murasaki was understated, full of smiles, and there was no sharpness in her soft tone. She just spoke simple sentences, as if she was chatting casually, which made Artoria feel breathless.

I felt angry and felt that this big monster was too aggressive.

However, it was the instinct of the ever-famous King of Knights to find flaws in his opponent during a confrontation. She quickly realized that she did not need to explain anything to this woman.

and……

She looked at the blond girl sitting on the gap suspiciously, narrowed her eyes, and said in a deep voice:

"Wait a minute, Miss Yakumo, what do you want to say? I think you should be more direct. I don't like this."

"..."

"..."

Yakumo Zi slowly calmed down her smile, and spread out her fan to cover half of her beautiful face: "You should also understand, so let me tell you directly, are you really not going tomorrow? If you just cover up your ears like this, can it be regarded as something serious?

It’s like nothing happened?”

"……if not."

"So you just accepted it?" Yakumo Zi sneered, and said with a bit of hatred: "I came to you first because you have the highest priority, but you didn't even fight for it.

Just give up like that?”

Although he is a helper, Yakumo Purple also knows that their priorities are obviously different. After all, that hateful man seems to be a troublemaker and has provoked many girls, but in fact he has a deep bond with him.

not much.

Most of them are like Sanae. Although they have some small thoughts, after all, they haven't had many deep or beautiful memories, so they don't have a position. They may feel very sorry in this matter, but they probably won't do anything.
To be continued...
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