Man is in the moon, the dead apostle starts

At dusk, a corner of a small izakaya near the Showa-dori Exit of Akihabara Station.

A man and a woman are holding beer glasses to communicate. The man looks like he is only about 20 years old. His body looks very fit and well-proportioned, with an inexplicable beauty. Although he has black hair, he does not look like a Japanese. , but like those in the Middle East or South America, with deep three-dimensional outlines and tanned dark brown skin.

The woman looks like a young and beautiful Caucasian woman, still has a girlish atmosphere, the red hair and the white lace headband are quite suitable, if she dresses up well, people will believe that she is in her teens, she has big emerald eyes Tong Yan always had a smile on her face.

"cheers--!"

They cheered and touched the glasses together, the wine spilled out and dripped down the glasses onto the table.

"Ha - Japanese wine is really interesting, this feeling of flowing down the throat, I really can't get tired of drinking it."

The man drank the wine in the glass, expressed his heartfelt emotion, and then looked at the woman opposite him.

"Just as interesting as that kid today."

"Hahaha, it's really interesting. I didn't expect there to be such a person in the Holy Grail War."

The woman couldn't help laughing, and drank half of the wine in the glass in one go. She was Archer's master, Saijo Elsa, and the man in front of her was Archer, whose real name was an ancient Persian legend. The famous hero in China - Arash Kamango.

"Hey, miss, this table...uh..."

Archer called out to the pretty girl in the uniform of a white waiter, trying hard to remember what he was drinking just now.

"Large draft beer."

Elsa reminded appropriately.

"Another mug of draft beer."

"Wait a second!"

She suddenly opened her mouth to stop her, then picked up the remaining half of the glass in front of her, and drank the rest of the wine with a "gudong gudong".

"I want one too!"

"Okay~~ Manager, two more big glasses of draft beer for the guests at this table~!"

"so fast?!"

The middle-aged store manager with a slightly fat body looked at the table of the young man and the woman, waved his big hand, and said rather embarrassingly,

"These two cups of draft beer are treated as treats to you. You are my regular customers these days."

"Then thank you boss!"

The smiles on the two people's faces looked very comfortable. Coupled with this different aura from others, the owner of the izakaya had already memorized them. After all, they would come to drink for a while every night this week. And they never drank too much, so they often became the model for the boss to teach other drunk young people.

"To be honest, I was really taken aback. I was touched by other masters."

"There is no hostility in him, and if there is, he won't be able to walk by your side."

Archer said swearingly that his clairvoyance can even see through people's thoughts. Although it is only a little bit, it is still a remarkable ability.As for distinguishing hostility, it is the basic quality of a fighter, and he has long internalized it in his heart.

"I know, Archer. Someone with such clear eyes would not be a magician, but I'm a little distressed now."

Elsa shook her beer glass, looking at the white foam in it, slightly lost in thought.

"Is it because of the promise to that child?"

"Yes...but no."

The smile on her face gradually faded, and she scanned the izakaya in front of her, because it was not a lively night at dusk, and there were not many customers now, only a few people.

"It's really a peaceful world."

Elsa sighed faintly. As a reporter who has traveled around the world, she has traveled to more than half of the world. Of course, the most places she has visited are the battlefields where wars are raging.

My father who is a magician once said that everything in the world flows from the root, including the peaceful world in front of me, drinking with friends for delicious food and wine, laughing, pitiful children are always playing with.

Of course, there are also the dangers of death and disasters that can be brought at any time, and the worlds that are filled with gunpowder and death.

That world is only five inches away from me, no matter when and where, it is always with me.

The explosion of the bomb, the vague cries around, the smoke and dust in front of my eyes, the fire that almost burned everything, the collapsed building and the hot air that was almost on fire, and of course the more important thing was the bloody child in front of me .

"Mother……"

.........

In Elsa's originally bright eyes, a trace of haze appeared.

"oops."

As if realizing something, she raised her head and saw pure black eyes staring at herself without a trace of shadow.

"what?"

"It's nothing, just from the world you have seen so far, I also want to see it."

Archer let out a hearty laugh, and held up his second glass of beer, "You, you have seen so many things you shouldn't have seen despite being so young, Elsa."

[It was completely seen through. 】

Elsa felt that her face was slightly hot, and she shook her head quickly. After so many days of being together, she also discovered that her servant seemed to have some kind of power that could see through people's hearts.

But she didn't feel bad about it, and if the negative experiences were equal to the positive ones, then she had nothing to lose.

——Of course it also means getting nothing.

"You are really cunning, it feels like you know everything, Archer!"

"really?"

"Of course it's true, otherwise you wouldn't be able to say that."

Although Archer was a real hero in history, he died when he was just over 20 years old. If you look at his age, he is obviously older and has so much life experience, but in front of him, he is still Far less mature than I imagined.

"By the way, Elsa, do you really want to help that kid stop the Holy Grail War?"

The topic changed, Archer had already drank his fifth glass of beer, and he didn't look drunk at all. If it was an ordinary girl under the age of 20, she would fall in love with him just by seeing him drinking.

"I am also not certain."

Elsa shook her head, and couldn't help but recall those clear eyes. "But I trust him, it's a woman's intuition."

"Elsa, you are such a good woman!"

Archer raised half of his eyebrows, and sighed with emotion.

Jingle Bell--

The door of the izakaya was pushed open, and a slender woman walked in through the endless sunset. Her face was covered by shadows, and only a pair of eyes could be seen, which were like amethyst.

A few drunken guests glanced at her casually, and then immersed themselves in her beauty, which belonged only to the era that had long been lost, and was dubbed the name of the Age of Gods, illusory past beauty.

"Welcome to our banquet, Lancer."

Archer raised his glass high, respecting the woman he called Lancer from a distance.