I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice

Therefore, she made a contract with the restraining force. In order to change this ending, she entrusted the soul after death to the restraining force and embarked on a journey in search of a miracle.

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

But this is not the end. It's just one point in an endless cycle of journeys.

After being liberated from the Servant’s contract, the woman named Altria did not go to the seat of the Heroic Spirit, but was taken back to this piece of Camranchu, because she had not died and the journey had not yet been completed, she A break must be done at this place.

In other words, before she was summoned as a Servant, she was not the kind of regular heroic spirit that turned into a true death in reality.

Rather, in the midst of desperation and hope to change the status quo, I was selected by the restraining force and exchanged a contract with the restraining force to turn the soul after death into a guardian. The price was to obtain the Holy Grail, and this is related The truth about the Servant named Altria.

The contract can only be honored if the Holy Grail is obtained. In other words, if Altria fails to get the Holy Grail, the time in this land will be static forever and even be excluded from the world. Forever, side by side, repeatedly ravaged her, trampled on her heart, making her suffer all the time, but she could not even die.

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

Before being called next time, a woman will shed tears and confess in endless condemnation in the moment of eternity.

Suffered in endless punishment.

Cowardly about the sin that cannot be repaid.

Perhaps this ending is 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 grabbed to the gray sky.

Capuchin

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

The third volume is the fusion of Moyi and the II event book.

Um, the subjective worldview is a mixed worldview where most of the works of Xingyue are integrated. Of course, it is really not integrated. I can only open parallel worlds alone.

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

This is a relaxing and warm story, and I dedicate her to everyone.

If you offer a reward, come again next time.

The second volume is current, and I am a little tired, and there are a lot of typos and bugs.

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

The logical nature of the plot text can withstand doubts and interest everyone, and the author who keeps making progress is a qualified author.

Of course, the kind of remarks that take the whole family at every turn, and from the logical view of the characters and then up to my values ​​are still respectful.

To be honest, in the first volume, when I struggled to restore and interpret Shining, many people used Shining's logical view to spray my thoughts on problems.

M... I didn't reply back then, I just deleted the post. So please understand, can't all characters be my thoughts, right? Such as Shining (me), protagonist (me), heroine (or me), this kind of strange character logic, right? Isn't this my diary anymore? All the human settings are broken.

But the friends who support here all love me~! There shouldn’t be anyone who just sprays me, right?

In short, please support the third volume~!

M...If you have a bottom blade, please vote for me.

Huh? There shouldn't be anything left, right? If so, please leave a message here and I will revise it tomorrow.

Chapter One A Fresh Beginning

"Ah..."

The feeling of waking up is very uncomfortable.

This is a very normal thing. She is clearly dreaming very sweet dreams. As a result, the young sister is pulling her hair and pulling hard. Anyone will feel very uncomfortable.

Especially for the bad students like Shiro Fujimaru who are lazy and especially lethargic.

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

Without opening his eyes, Shi Lang just clenched his brows and wanted to go back to sleep. As a result, his younger sister became even more unscrupulous.

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

So, he rubbed his wistful eyes, looking through his fingers to look at his sister who was jumping around on his stomach.

"Lixiang..." Shi Lang called out.

"Huh? Brother, are you awake?"

At this time, the five-year-old Fujimaru Tatsuka finally realized that Shiro was sober, and his feet in white socks stepped on Shiro's stomach, turned around, and faced Shiro.

She bounced around Shilang's belly, as if treating Shilang's belly as a trampoline. The brown schoolboy uniform also flew up with the action.

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

Although trampling on others early in the morning, Lixiang couldn't see any guilt such as "Oh, it's awful!" or "Woo...was discovered!".

"Is it fun to step on Brother's stomach?" Shi Lang asked.

"Brother's stomach is tough, so fun." Lixiang smiled happily.

Shilang calmly stretched out his palm, grabbed Lixiang's back collar, took her up high, then sat up by himself, and buckled her on his lap, his palm pressed like a mountain. Up her.

"Ehhhhh... brother, what are you going to do?" Lixiang asked strangely.

Shi Lang raised his other hand and pointed it at her ass, and slapped it down.

"Smack--!"

"Wow!"

In the morning of Fujimaru's house, the screams of young girls rang out everyday.

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Monday, April 21, 2003.

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

After washing, walked to the hall.