Chapter 90: The ridicule that has nowhere to go

Since they are all heretics, they certainly don't know the rules.

In fact, expecting a bunch of foreigners (dead souls?) to understand these unspoken rules that have never been made public but must be understood by heart is no different from being a hooligan.

The good news is that the Death Gods have finally become cautious and no longer plan to capture all the "Hollows" at once. After some back and forth between the two sides, there is finally some semblance of negotiation.

"Caster must die!"

"He must die on the execution platform in the Court of the Quiet Spirits."

"Hey, hey, are you kidding me? You think we'd give up just because of a few words? That's an extra Command Seal!"

"Is the Command Spell more important than life?"

Suzuki Sonoko said weakly, "Masters, please think about yourselves. While you're alive, they can't do anything to you. But if one day you accidentally die and fall into their hands, what will they do?"

The woods suddenly became quiet for a moment.

"We can give up our Command Seals and give up the chance to kill Caster," Irisviel, concerned about her husband's nationality, took the initiative and gave in, signaling Ukitake, "But we're back on the same starting line. You can proceed now."

Kuchiki Byakuya remained unmoved: "Those who violate the great precepts must be made subject to public display."

As the Jingling Court needs to establish its authority recently, the captain should give this Xu a chance to die on Shuangji Hill."

Suzuki-sama clapped his hands quietly, seeming to be extremely pleased, and echoed, "Good kill, good kill."

"...But if you wait until we've locked you up for a hundred or eighty years before killing us, we'll all be old and dead, okay?"

"Oh, will it take that long?"

Ryunosuke Uryu, who had been standing aside and dazed until now, complained loudly in disbelief: "I don't want to. It's so boring to be locked up. You might as well kill me now..."

Ukitake Jushiro once again looked at Suzuki Sonoko standing nearby and said, "The detention period can be shortened, but the necessary procedures for punishment cannot be abolished."

Emiya Kiritsugu made a quick decision: "How long can it be shortened?"

"The shortest is forty-nine days."

"But the Holy Grail War only lasts seven days!"

"Seven days?"

Yuanzi lowered his head and counted on his fingers for a long time before sighing, "It's already been four days..."

Waver couldn't help but explode. Even though Iskandar hadn't said anything the entire time, even yawning calmly, he still wanted to argue anxiously, "Think about it. If we all lose by the end of the Holy Grail War, then Caster, the only one left standing, will be the winner!"

"The Holy Grail is a universal wish-granting device. If he makes a wish for revenge against society in that prison in the Bipolar Palace, your entire Soul Society will be finished!"

Unfortunately, the Death Gods didn't believe this at all and didn't even bother to reply.

Seeing that the fundamental problem could not be solved and that further conversation might lead to another violent conflict, the assistant turned her head and looked at Lord Suzuki, who had been almost completely dependent on her since just now.

She has been participating in the negotiations seriously.

But Suzuki's hands and feet were extremely cold, her eyes were dead and almost dull, her entire reaction was several beats slower than a normal person's, and the timing and content of her words... were very subtle.

Compared to simply trying to mediate a fight or attending the arbitration - why did she feel that what His Highness had done before was simply dragging his sick body here diligently to stir up trouble?

Suzuki Sonoko turned her head with difficulty, sneezed calmly in the assistant sister's anxious and puzzled eyes, then closed her eyes for a full three minutes before she suppressed the nausea caused by the shock in her head.

It's fine!

She confidently used her brain waves to communicate: I can still hold on!

The assistant sister was stunned immediately: What are you doing here?

Even if they decide to fight again, we must at least ensure that the final [battlefield] and [battle method] are under control.

- For example, find a gymnasium and have everyone play rock-paper-scissors, or a best-of-three game.

I’m afraid that if we delay any longer, something might happen, my Lord!

It happened so fast that before I could finish this inner OS, the "change" happened.

Almost in a flash of light, the king's throne made of gold and gems suddenly appeared in mid-air. On that golden treasure sat an even more golden person, who was so arrogant that he did not even hide it, and directly threw a map cannon.

"I didn't even know that," he said, seemingly holding a red wine glass in his hand. "When did you guys develop a hobby of performing monkey shows for others to watch?"

As soon as he appeared, the King of Conquerors, who had been distracted for a long time, finally came to life and waved happily, "Ah, you're here too!"

On the other side, Yuanzi held his chin, slowly raised his head to look up, squinted his eyes and looked seriously for a while, then smacked his lips with emotion.

The assistant sister had felt that there was something strange about her, as if she was drunk. Now, seeing her smacking lips, although she still didn't smell any real alcohol, the hand that was originally supporting her couldn't help but use a little more force.

Suzuki Sonoko leaned over the assistant's shoulder, her eyes wide open, and she began to groan sadly, "I think his appearance is more impressive..."

Assistant Sister: "Huh?"

Yuanzi sniffed. "I already regret not bringing a bullhorn. Look at him. If we hadn't gotten off the plane in the first place and just parked it right over these people—"

No, that won't work.

The helicopter was too noisy. Even if she blew through a bullhorn, these people wouldn't be able to hear what she said...

8 When he said this, he seemed to feel like vomiting suddenly. He vomited on the spot, smacked his lips in a daze, and burped loudly.

The assistant sister was still waiting for her to finish the previous sentence, but after His Highness Suzuki burped, he seemed to be a little more awake, but also seemed to be more confused. He immediately stared at the golden ball in the air with a dreamy expression.

"Look at his appearance, it can be said to be very impressive..."

Yuanzi was confused and thought: What is that golden thing? Can I buy one later?

The assistant sister thought to herself, your pupils are almost dilated, can you really see clearly what that thing is floating in the sky?

She carefully whispered into the girl's ear, pointing, "That's Archer from this Holy Grail War. The Logistics Department sent me the Epic of Gilgamesh. Have you read it?"

Yuan Zimu recalled blankly for a while, then nodded obediently.

In mid-air, the young king, who was looking down from a high position, suddenly turned his gaze, as if the dense shadows of the trees could not block his penetrating eyes. Although the garden was hazy, he was still so far away that his scalp numbed by the sight and he couldn't help but shiver on the spot.

The Archer-class Heroic Spirit immediately sneered and said lazily and disdainfully, "What are you planning to do?"

He had obviously been listening for a long time. "Using such crude means to deceive and play tricks... Is it possible that they can only find some sense of superiority by embarrassment among the powerful?"

"Archer!"

It was Diarmuid who expressed his displeasure first: To be honest, although everyone is indeed arguing, no one looks embarrassed, okay?

On the other side, the person being questioned didn't answer.

Yuanzi felt disgusted.

The shudder of fear she had just experienced brought back the urge to vomit that she hadn't felt for a long time. With the help of her assistant, she tried hard for a long time and managed to suppress the urge to dry heave.

After patting his chest with a lingering fear, he leaned close to his assistant's ear and whispered, "What did he just say?"

The assistant looked at her with an indescribable expression.

Yuanzi blinked her eyes confidently: "Then my five senses are weak. I can't hear him. He's standing so high, his voice must have dispersed in the air, okay?!"

I could tell that the vague buzzing sound just now was actually someone talking, and I could accurately determine that the speaker was the new Archer - isn't that enough?

The assistant sighed and began to repeat in a low voice (the words she used were particularly euphemistic, so it was much longer than Gilgamesh's own version).

In fact, Ms. Suzuki's ability to interrupt was not very good. The assistant thought that no one brought it up simply because no one cared about it. After all, no one would really fall for her trick, right?

While listening to the retelling, Yuanzi nodded seriously, "hmmmm," and finally couldn't help but curl her lips, thinking, what's wrong with quarreling?

Everyone was concentrating on arguing, which proved that no one was actually taking action. As long as these people's hands stayed quietly where they should be, it meant that Xiaolan was safe for the time being!

If they could argue all night long, everyone would be happy!

——She had never used her brain so hard to speak since she was a child. She was almost sick with exhaustion. How could she still feel superior?!

The last eye roll was so blatant.

Compared to mediocre people who try to hide everything but always reveal their true colors, people who are too lazy to even hide their true colors are at least frank and honest, which is a commendable quality.

Thinking of this, the most ancient king raised the corners of his mouth lazily, but that smile was inexplicably cold, and rather than being interesting, it contained more of a condescending and contemptuous tone.

Acting recklessly is a right only for the strong. The weaker the creature, the more it must learn self-restraint. Whether in the past or now, one cannot live long without support.

He looked at the girl with a blank look in her eyes. Such a weak being, yet she had grown into such a character...

Gilgamesh put away the Vimana and landed lightly on the top of a big tree. He looked around with interest, and finally fixed his eyes on Suzuki Sonoko who was sitting with her head down.

The blond king raised his hand and lit the white light in the air.

From the perspective visible to the God of Death, white light spread like waves, entwining the tall trees in the forest. It was as nimble and graceful as butterfly antennae, climbing along the pine needles to the highest point, and then climbed up the back of the blond heroic spirit's hand along the arm armor.

The king flicked his fingertips expressionlessly, and the bright white light shattered silently.

Gilgamesh looked at his fingers with a puzzled expression, then sneered and mocked her, "Those ordinary people can't see it, do you think I can't see it either?"

"Is this what you rely on?"

"Who do you want to protect with his power?"

"Having such selfish thoughts, aren't you afraid that he will be angry?"

——You can do whatever you want because you have the love of God, but you don’t know that the other party can change their heart very quickly. Once you lose these, what can you do?

The more time went on, the more undisguised the malice in the tone became, and even because of the girl's extremely stupid behavior, some pitiful and lovely compassion arose.

However, the king's fleeting kindness was not carefully treasured.

On the other side, the girl who unexpectedly received some sympathy was dizzy and could not stand steadily. She was leaning on the tall woman next to her, frantically groping herself. While touching herself, she grabbed her collar and sleeves and smelled them hard. Finally, she jumped twice and retracted her legs when she was about to fall.

Gilgamesh, or rather, everyone present whose five senses reached the standard level (superpowers?), heard Suzuki Sonoko's tearful and bitter whisper at the same time, without missing a word.

The assistant's ears were bombarded with questions, including:

— “What did he see?”

——"Who is the 'he' he is talking about...

——"Did a ghost just crawl on my back?"

——“That shouldn’t be the case…”

——"Yato said that all evils will retreat from me..."

——"No wonder I've been feeling so uncomfortable since just now. Is it because he's about to start possessing my body?!"

The author has something to say: Sonoko's attempt to show off and fight was doomed to fail from the beginning. After all, it's okay to fool ordinary people by putting on airs, but if you meet someone who can tell your height, weight and IQ from the sound of your footsteps, the fact that you can't fight will fundamentally reduce your deterrent effect by half.

She is not in the right mental state at the moment. Just compare it to the situation when Guan Jingsi was drunk and called him Master at the beginning.

But the brain circuit still won.

Halo or something, even if Gilgamesh can see it, it's useless. Sonoko herself can't see it, and she has the innate taunt dodge ┓(`)┏

Also, I think I can play with the five senses joke for the rest of my life...

Finally, good night everyone.