Chapter 445 Tsukihime, Apocrypha and Fantasia

Chapter 446 Tsukihime, Apocrypha and Fantasia

The memory was transferred to the other side of time and space, but the main body did not respond. The assassin did not feel too disappointed. He just walked on his own, walking on the medieval streets at sunset.

If he came here in person, he would definitely enjoy the loneliness in a foreign land. It was a pity that Shuoyue was an assassin, so this period of time became a meaningless waste.

However, before he knew it, the young man found himself back in the coffee shop on the corner, where he met Mordred, Lion Jie and others.

The tourists had already left, and in the empty hall, Shuoyue noticed a pure white grand piano.

After thinking for a moment, he walked forward.

"Owner, can you lend me this piano?"

"But the shop is closing..." Looking at the emotionless golden eyes, the owner opened his mouth, but finally nodded, "Okay, but it must be finished before sunset."

"Okay." Shuoyue said it was okay.

He originally requested to play in order to kill time. When night falls, the fingers that strike the keys should naturally hold weapons.

Without any embarrassment, the young man sat down in front of the grand piano, stroked the piano lightly, and pressed the black and white full-tone and half-tone keys.

So in the twilight, the piano sound turned into moonlight, ripples appeared on the quiet lake, and the Millennium City full of white flowers was reflected.

All moon fans know that in the Millennium City Brunstadli, there is a sleeping white princess.

And how many people know that the base point of the Millennium City connecting with reality is located in Romania. It is worthy of the name as the birthplace of vampires, and the ‘Mirrenia Fortress’, which is the base of the Thousand World Tree Clan, is now guarded by the vampire Dracula, that is, Vlad III.

It’s a pity that in the timeline of the Holy Grail War, the human side is prosperous, and the elves such as the True Ancestor of the Dead Apostles have escaped into the world, so he has no chance to see the White Princess.

In this way, the sleeping Tsukiji was commemorated. When the song ended, Shuoyue's movements changed, becoming passionate and uplifting.

The iron cavalry and the silver bottle broke.

The iron cavalry marched to the sky, and the spears were like thunder.

Anyone could hear the grandeur and passion of the song, dreams were colliding, breaking, sublimating, and leading to transformation in despair.

It was called "Fate/Apocrypha", and even without the chords of Cimbalom (also known as European dulcimer, a Hungarian instrument), the tension presented by the young solo was shocking enough.

The epic song came to an end, and Shuoyue, who had been enjoying it with his eyes closed, let go of the piano keys, stood up, and unexpectedly heard warm applause from all around.

Turning his head, I don't know when the cafe was crowded with people. They must be tourists who don't know the recent situation in Romania. They looked at the handsome and tall pianist, and their enthusiastic cheers dispelled the gradually spreading night.

The piano sound mixed with the third method has an unimaginable emotional appeal, and it is natural for ordinary people to be ‘enchanted’.

But Shuoyue obviously didn’t care about these spectators. He swept through the enthusiastic faces one by one, and finally stopped because of a pair of amethyst-like eyes.

Compound magic · Tuning.

As a functional magic created by Shuoyue with his personal talent, even if it lacks lethality in the case of lack of magic power, it is still easy to search for enemies with sound waves.

Under the spread of sound waves containing magic power, Shuoyue has already found out all the servants and magicians in Sighisoara during the performance.

Needless to say, the small magicians stationed in the clock tower, the red side only sent Mordred and Lion Jie... Oh, and himself. After all, the black side is fighting at home, and it is determined to get the red side’s servants. Not only Lingxia and Altria on the surface, but also a group of masters and servants, and a magician arrived here.

All of this was within Shuoyue's expectations, but the only thing he didn't expect was the girl in front of him.

Looking at Joan of Arc who had taken off her armor and was wearing a school uniform, as if she had just returned home from school, Shuoyue didn't ask questions like "Why are you here?" Instead, he smiled faintly and said a famous line from a poet.

"What can I use to keep you?"

"I give you the desolate streets, the desperate sunset, and the moon in the wilderness."

"I give you the sadness of a person who has been looking at the lonely moon for a long time."

While reciting the poem, the young man walked towards the girl. Amid the booing of the enthusiastic Romanian tourists, the crowd made way for Shuoyue to successfully stand in front of Joan of Arc, stretched out his hand, and spoke in pure French:

"Je souhaite passer du temps avec vous. Voulez-vous marcher avec moi?"

That was a date invitation unique to France. Facing Shuoyue's invitation, Joan of Arc showed a sincere and slightly shy smile and held his hand.

"Avec plaisir." (I'm very happy)

Seeing the shyness on Jeanne's face, the smile on Shuoyue's lips became brighter.

For some reason, only when he was with Jeanne did the assassin allow this kind of time-wasting lifestyle.

After all, this is also to deepen the relationship with the judge, isn't it?

After saying goodbye to the tourists who were watching the fun, Jeanne and Shuoyue took advantage of the last time to stroll on the streets of Sighisoara. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, their hands did not loosen after holding each other.

"Sakutsuki, some people say that your piano skills are better than their professor's."

"You're too kind, it's just the magic, but the Saint seems surprised that I can play the piano?"

"Well, after all, heroes including me have ascended to the Throne of Heroes because of fighting, right? If they are recognized in the field of art, they won't have such good skills as you.

"Really..." Sakutsuki thought of Mozart and Salieri in the Lostbelt, "Well, it's true, but the power of music is much stronger than you think. It is an art that cannot be destroyed by swords. "

After hearing what Joan said, Shuoyue remembered "The Day of God's Wrath (Dies irae)", which was the will of Salieri on behalf of the Pan-Human History side, rejecting the Lostbelt Guardian Ivan the Terrible's playing. It is not an exaggeration to say that this is the war song of the Pan-Human History side to officially launch a counterattack on the Lostbelt.

It's just that this song needs to be played by four hands... Thinking of this, Shuoyue glanced at Joan of Arc, and then retracted her gaze.

This French country girl doesn't look like she can learn to play the piano.

"I always feel that you are thinking about something very rude, Shuoyue-kun." Joan of Arc, who has A-level "revelation", said faintly.

"Heh, how could that be. "

During the conversation, they suddenly heard the sound of the piano again. It was a very gentle melody. Although it was not sad, it was a little hesitant. Although it was not happy, it made people feel at ease.

At this time, in this situation, who else would play a dreamy movement before the night fell except the new moon?

The two looked at each other and quickened their pace to the source of the sound. It was a small house with dust at the door. It seemed that no one had lived there for a long time.

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But in the faint candlelight, a girl in a platinum uniform was sitting in the room, gently tapping the aging keys, and the silver-haired girl lay beside her, listening quietly.

"It's a very gentle song, mother."

"This is called Fantasia, the seventh song of childhood scenes. "

The music played by Shuoyue spread throughout Sighisoara. The short melody filled little Jack with interest. As Lingxia's mother who doted on her the most, she naturally took her to a piano room and played the piano for her.

This was a very warm mother-daughter night talk - if you ignore the command seal on the back of the woman's hand.

"The Master of the black side?"

Under the cover of the blank class card and the unknowable characteristics of the blue side, Jeanne did not see through little Jack's real name, but even so, she still blurted out the identity of the Sixth Master Lingxia.

What really surprised her was that this Master did not have any servants following her!

Is it because of her skill and courage, or...

On the other side, the Sixth Master Lingxia, who was disturbed, paused slightly, and little Jack opened his eyes in dissatisfaction, staring at the uninvited guest with a little murderous intent. After seeing Shuoyue, he first showed a surprised smile, but then looked at the Sixth Master. Lingxia snorted and ignored him.

Little Jack didn't understand what happened, but since Lingxia's mother was unhappy, it must be Shuoyue's mother's fault, right?

Thinking of this, Little Jack glanced at the young man with a normal face, and then noticed the girl next to him.

That familiar look, that similar temperament, and the intimate performance with Shuoyue's mother...

Little Jack fell into deep thought.

Little Jack's eyes lit up.

Little Jack opened his mouth and cheered.

"Great, another mother!"

"Mom?!" Jeanne noticed Little Jack's gaze and pointed at herself in disbelief, "Me?"

"Yeah." Little Jack jumped off the piano stool, turned around Jeanne, sniffed like a kitten, and finally came to a serious conclusion, "It's the mother!"

Blonde hair, serious temperament (cute), beautiful face, and intimate behavior with Shuoyue.

All the elements are complete, it's the mother!

"Huh?! But, but, that..."

Joan of Arc was caught off guard by Little Jack. You know, she was only 19 years old before she was put on the stake. Not to mention getting married and having children, she had never even been in love.

But now, such a cute little girl actually called her mom?!

And in front of Shuoyue...

Thinking of this, Joan of Arc noticed that the young man walked up and picked up the cute little Jack, chuckled and said: "She is not as easy to talk to as Altria's mother. If you want to recognize her as your mother, you have to work harder, okay?"

"You, do you know each other?" Joan of Arc stuttered, and Shuoyue ignored the saint, but stuck to Little Jack, grinning and said:

"Just like dealing with Altria's mother, go ahead, Little Jack, use charm attack on her!"

"Well, is that so? "It was obviously a joke, but little Jack really believed it. She jumped out of Shuoyue's mother's arms, trotted to Jeanne, looked up, and looked at the saintly girl with her pure and flawless big eyes.

"Mom."

"..." Jeanne was silent.

"Mom?" Little Jack pulled her clothes, pitiful.

Joan hardened her heart and looked away.

"Mom..." Little Jack pouted, tears flashing in her ice-blue eyes, like an abandoned child, making people love her.

Not only her, Lingxia's half-smile and half-smile, Shuoyue's indifferent eyes, all fell on Jeanne.

She is so cute, can you bear it?

"I..." Jeanne opened her mouth, but finally sighed resignedly and squatted down, "I'm here."

"Mom!" Little Jack's eyes lit up, and he immediately hugged Jeanne, and he put his hands on her cheeks and giggled.

Jeanne, who had become a single mother without any experience, responded with a helpless bitter smile.

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When Jeanne was "forced into prostitution", Altria, who had a similar face to her, also encountered a crisis.

And it was a big! Crisis! Opportunity!

Gurgle...

For the nth time, the empty stomach of the King of Dumb Hairs made a protesting sound.

"Be quiet." Altria frowned and tried to activate the "King's Majesty", but her stomach did not listen to her and still made a sad sound.

She had been angry and ran away long before, so naturally she could not have dinner, and as a servant, Altria had no currency to use and could not buy food.

"Well, that..." The owner of the snack stand looked at this weirdo who had been here for a long time with a little lion mask in fear.

If he hadn't known that his products were worthless, the stall owner would have raised his voice to wave people around. But even so, being stared at by this masked weirdo was scary enough.

"If you don't mind, I can treat you to a bowl..."

"No." Altria pursed her lips and rejected the stall owner's kindness. "Although an empty stomach is a great enemy, I can't accept charity out of fear."

Moreover, if she ate to her heart's content, she might eat this kind man out of money...

Altria regretted for the N+1st time why she didn't shake off Shuoyue Qing after finishing her meal.

Her remarks aroused the interest of a group of passers-by.

"Hmm, such a familiar statement, let me see... Wow, I didn't expect there are such weirdos in this era."

The girl with golden messy hair tied up and wearing a short shirt and hot pants was carrying a paper bag of snacks. She looked at the figure wearing a little lion mask and couldn't help poking the lion Jiejieli beside her.

"Look, Master, there's a weird guy wearing a lion mask! Ahahaha... I'm dying of laughter."

"Shh, be quiet, it's rude." Noticing the masked Daimao, Shishijie patted Xiaomo and signaled her to apologize.

"Huh? What's politeness? I just need a sword and food!" Xiaomo answered as a matter of course, but for some reason, she looked at the strange masked weirdo and suddenly poked the Master.

"I say, if you are so kind, please treat this weirdo to dinner!"

"...Huh?"

Not only Shishijie was stunned, but even Altria tilted her head, not understanding what kind of madness this kid had.

So, under this coincidence, Altria successfully came into contact with the target Mordred before the night fell--

at the cost of Shishijie's wallet being drained.

I want to spend some time with you. Do you want to take a walk with me?

The meaning of the French in the above text.