I Will Eventually Embark On The Road Of No Return Called A Hero

The future that Chapter 25 looks up to

She dreamed...

The petite girl pulled up The Sword in the Stone without hesitation responsibility rests on his shoulders.

From that day on, she embarked on a Road of No Return. She went too far, and she did not want to turn back to reveal the weak spot. She is a road sign, but not a permanent road sign, everyone. ...can't see her expression.

Only human beings can lead people forward, but not human beings.

Because he is a human being, everyone follows him unguardedly. Because of his incomparable gentleness, incomparable nobleness, and even not like a human being, people will trust him.

She didn't do it...

In that era, she couldn't be gentle, because she was a king, and she had too many burdens. Fear or fear, she must stand at the forefront.

This is too much...

Gray stared blankly at the girl holding the Holy Sword and staring at the sky. Is the girl under her feet her comrade or enemy? Gray didn't know, and the girl might not have been able to tell the difference.

[Maybe that day, if I don't pull up that sword, I'll probably have a happy ending]

The girl staring at the sky turned her head towards Gray.

[But if I don't do it, other people who could be happy will lose this opportunity, so...I have to do it]

"It's... It's fair..." Gray clenched his fists, "It's clear that you are also a part of this earth, and you should also have the right to be happy." smile.

[There is always a person who has to shoulder the responsibility of this country. Since I already know it, how can I turn a blind eye. This is... the king. ]

Cracks began to appear in the dream, and the girl's silhouette began to blur.

"wait a moment! What do you need to be redeemed!" Gray rushed towards the girl unwillingly.

The girl gently shook the head.

[I never thought of fighting to save myself]

"Wait..." Gray opened his eyes and reached out to the ceiling.

Until the end, she didn't touch the girl's hand, the girl always stood alone and stared at the sky.

People never thought about what the petite girl was facing, they couldn't see her helplessness, her unwillingness, what they saw was always only the side of Wang Wei'an, in order not to let the officials Worrying, she resisted everything with her own body, and in exchange she just said "Wang doesn't understand people's hearts".

But you...do you really understand the king?

"Nightmare," Cyd extended the hand, sitting beside the bed, and took Gray's hand.

"No, it's just a little... unwilling," Gray sat up, his long gray hair slowly falling down.

"Really, you are the winner," Cyd took out Saber's Class Card from under Gray's pillow.

This is the reason why she had that unsatisfactory dream...

As a witch physique, she has an extraordinary sense of spiritual body, engraved with Heroic Spirit Class Card plus that Heroic Spirit and her delicate relationship...

"wait a moment! what time is it now!" Gray's eyes widened.

“What time is it?” Cyd stood up and opened the curtains.

The harsh sunlight made Gray subconsciously raise his hand in front of his face.

"It's almost time for lunch," Cyd pushed open the window, squinting to feel the breeze.

Having lunch? What about breakfast?

Gray tilted his head.

The master who lives in ruins...

Gray jumped up with a bang, and eagerly grabbed the cloak next to him and covered it, and rushed out of the door.

"This mental state...it seems to be all right," Cyd fiddled with the Saber's Class Card in his hand.

The Heroic Spirit engraved on the Class Card is not just power, they have their own will, but they just don't show it. Seeing how Gray this girl is about to cry, she probably saw that one. Bar.

"The people's expectations of you have caused Gray's past, although it has nothing to do with you who died, but..." Cyd stuffed Saber's Class Card into his pocket, "It's your words It shouldn't be sit back and watch, Gray is your people, the noble king~"

"Master!!!"

Gray pushed away eagerly The door of El-Melloi II.

And then she didn't see El-Melloi II buried in the garbage heap, the room was unexpectedly neat, and the quilt on the bed was also folded into an egg yolk roll.

"What's wrong? Gray," El-Melloi II in Grand Tactics leaned out of the living room holding the newspaper.

"Master..." Gray looked dull at the neat El-Melloi II.

"He's an adult with working limbs in any case, but with someone as reliable as Gray around, anyone would be lazy," Cyd walked out of Gray's room and gently patted Gray's brain.

"When...of course!" El-Melloi II coughed awkwardly.

"This smell," Gray sniffed the air, "cooking? Master, you can still cook!"

"No, I asked my friendly neighbor next door to do it," Cyd spread his hands and took Gray into the living room, "What a gentle boy, he even brought the ingredients himself."

"It's amazing!" The cooking Gray mouth opened wide.

"So I stuffed a lottery ticket into their mailbox," Cyd pressed Gray on the chair, picked up a comb and brushed through Gray's messy hair.

"Lottery? Huh? Lottery!" El-Melloi II's eyes jumped up, "How much!"

In the past, buying lottery tickets was his attempt to exchange sky-high debts One of the ways to make money, but unfortunately you can only take five yuan at a time, and the price is a few less cigars.

"Emmm...it seems to be hundreds of millions," Cyd paused, and then his face was indifferent, "Anyway, the lottery hasn't been drawn, so it may not be won."

"You If you buy it, you will definitely win! The golden rule, luck, etc., ah, by the way, now you are not a Servant, the inherent skill of praise is gone,” El-Melloi II looked the head with a pity face .

"Actually, I have it, forget it, Gray, what kind of hairstyle do you like," Cyd slapped his fingers, "How about double ponytails~"

"Ah...it's not really necessary. Sorry, I can do it myself," Gray waved his hand sadly from the shock that this was really cooked by a man of the same age.

"It's fine," Cyd pressed the shoulders of Gray who wanted to stand up, "just a little treat for you."

"Then... I hope I can go back to my previous hairstyle," Gray said softly, "just like that king..."

El-Melloi II put down the newspaper silently.