Zongman: The post-2D era

There is anger towards the King of Heroes, but also worry about Illya's safety.

"If you were Illya during the Fifth Holy Grail War, you wouldn't have known the Berserker and your own death."

There was a tense and silent atmosphere in the air, as if even time had slowed down at this moment, waiting for the answer to be revealed.

"Your nightmare is the dream of another you, Illya from a parallel world, and I am your Heroic Spirit."

The eyeballs under Illya's eyelids trembled slightly, like the most delicate ripples in the dim light of morning dew. Gradually, those tightly closed eyes seemed to be pulled by some invisible force and slowly opened a little.

She was very cautious, afraid that any movement on her part would disrupt the peace and tranquility.

The sunlight coming in through the window danced on her eyelashes, casting mottled light and shadows, adding a touch of tenderness and mystery to her tender face.

Her breathing, which was originally a little rapid due to the lingering fear of the dream, gradually became steady under Feng Feng's gentle gaze, returning to the long and pure breath that was unique to a child.

Illya did not get up immediately, but remained in a half-asleep and half-awake state, with a faint smile inadvertently appearing at the corners of her mouth, as if she was immersed in a sweet dream that only she knew about.

Feng Feng's fingers jumped on the phone screen a few last times. After confirming that everything was correct, he gently placed the phone on the bedside table. The light on the screen gradually faded, leaving only a lingering warmth.

The dim screen displayed the final message: The Hero King is located at the intersection of the southeast road of the school.

He stood up and looked at Illya tenderly. The tranquility and beauty there made him slow down his movements.

He slowly walked to the bedside, squatted down, and gently shook the edge of the bed with both hands, his voice carrying the tenderness and doting that was unique to the early morning:

"Illya, it's almost eight o'clock. It's time to get up and go to school. Let's face everything with full energy today, okay?"

As he rocked her gently and spoke, Illya seemed to feel the power of this gentleness. Her eyelashes trembled slightly a few times, and she finally slowly opened her eyes.

There was still a hint of haziness and sleepiness in my eyes when I first woke up, but they were soon filled with the warmth of the morning light.

When she saw Feng Feng's gentle smile, the corners of her mouth unconsciously rose, revealing an innocent smile, as if all the uneasiness and fear had disappeared at this moment.

"You stupid lolita-loving Heroic Spirit, you stupid human trafficker high school student, it's you who's going to school! Illya is an elementary school student, and this is not my world."

Feng Feng chuckled, and there was a hint of helplessness and doting in his laughter. He tapped Illya's forehead so gently as if he was afraid of disturbing the morning breeze.

Illya exaggeratedly held her head and pretended to be in tears, but there was a cunning light flashing in her blue eyes and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, obviously enjoying this special "care".

Her little hands tightly grasped Feng Feng's fingers, with just the right amount of strength, not causing pain to the other party, yet enough to express her determination.

"If you stay and play with me, I'll be gentle with you."

As she spoke, there was a hint of coquettishness in her tone, and her big eyes seemed to be able to speak, flashing with expectation and dependence.

The sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains and shone onto her petite figure, giving her a golden outline and making her look even more lively and lovely.

Feng Feng's heart couldn't help but soften. He leaned down and looked Illya in the eye. Their breaths intertwined at this moment, and the air was filled with an indescribable warmth and sweetness.

"I'll go buy you breakfast near the intersection of Southeast School Road. What do you want to eat?"

As soon as Feng Feng finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, but his steps involuntarily stopped because of Illya's urgent call.

"Wait, stupid Sisaka."

He turned around, his eyes falling on the petite figure half sitting up on the bed, the morning light outlining her soft outline, her pajamas slipped off her shoulders, and half of her jade-like skin looked even more delicate in the morning light, like a newly blooming petal, revealing an alluring luster that could not be ignored.

Illya's eyes were full of reluctance and pleading. Her little hands unconsciously grasped the edge of her pajamas, and her voice was a little hurried and coquettish:

"Feng Feng, I...I don't want to eat any breakfast. I just want you to stay with me. Today, just today, okay?"

Her eyes were sparkling with tears, but she tried hard not to let them fall. The emotion of stubbornness and dependence made Feng Feng's heart tighten suddenly.

He slowly approached, his eyes gently falling on her slightly furrowed brows, he sighed softly, reached out his hand and gently helped her pull her pajamas back into place, his movements filled with an irresistible tenderness.

"I will not die and I will not leave you. Last night you had a nightmare about the death of a berserker. The groans were heart-wrenching."

"My little master, I will warm up the wine and kill Hua Xiong and the Hero King, and then I will bring breakfast to cure your nightmare!"

Chapter 828 Death of the Hero King

Wednesday, October 12

Feng Feng was listening to the report on TV about the "explosion" accident at a certain intersection yesterday, and looked at Illya who was holding a teddy bear on the sofa.

"King of Heroes, Gilgamesh does have some strength. Illya, stop eating fried food on the couch."

Illya gently put down the teddy bear in her hand, pouted her lips slightly, and her gem-like eyes flashed with dissatisfaction and playfulness. She stretched out her slender fingers and gently poked the news picture on the TV screen, which was frozen at the messy scene after the explosion.

"Brother Fengfeng, you swore yesterday that you could easily defeat the arrogant hero king Gilgamesh by just buying breakfast. What happened? We didn't even see his shadow, and such a big thing happened."

As she spoke, she deliberately bit the French fries in her hand, making a crunching sound, as if in silent protest, her big eyes full of ridicule and disdain for Feng Feng's "big talk".

The TV host was saying at the moment: "Due to yesterday's explosion, schools and other related areas are closed today..."

A complex emotion flashed in Feng Feng's eyes. He slowly stood up, with an imperceptible firmness in his steps.

He walked through the living room, and every step seemed to recall the fierce battle with the King of Heroes yesterday. He walked to the sofa and the Noble Phantasm Heaven's Chain appeared in his hand.

He bent down gently, and his warm hands gently but firmly snatched the fries from Illya's hand before she could put them into her mouth, and said softly but with an unquestionable tone:

"Okay, Illya, it's time for lunch, let's save the fried foods for special days."

After saying this, he turned and walked towards the restaurant, his back looking particularly tall and straight.

In the restaurant, sunlight shines through the half-open curtains and onto the wooden dining table, creating mottled light and shadows.

Feng Feng stopped and turned his back to Illya, his voice more thoughtful and serious: "You know, Illya, I did meet Gilgamesh yesterday. It was an unprecedented contest, his strength was beyond imagination, but I was not without gain."

"At least, I sealed the Hero King's treasure and took away his Noble Phantasm, the Heaven's Chain."

Feng Feng gently pulled out the chair and sat down steadily. The bowl of rice in his hand gave off wisps of hot steam, which intertwined with the soft sunlight in the restaurant to create a warm atmosphere.

He glanced to the side and saw Illya with her eyes wide open, her hands behind her back, her small body standing on tiptoe, trying to reach the chair that was a little too tall for her.

Her little face flushed slightly due to the effort, her eyes sparkled with indomitable spirit and expectation, with some unwiped French fry crumbs hanging from the corners of her mouth, making her look particularly playful and cute.

Seeing this, Feng Feng's mouth corners unconsciously raised, his eyes full of pampering.

He stood up, and his tall figure instantly enveloped Illya in a warm shadow.

"Princess, I'll help you."

He bent down slightly, put his arms around Illya's slender waist, and lifted her up gently, as if holding up a light feather, and placed Illya steadily on the high-back chair.

Illya exclaimed, then giggled, her jewel-like eyes curved into crescent shapes, full of joy and relief.

"My Heroic Knight, the Heaven's Chain you took is the Noble Phantasm of the King of Heroes' best friend, but I will definitely come to you to take it back."

Her little hands gently patted the back of the chair, as if she was showing her victory to Feng Feng, or as if she was enjoying this rare moment of pampering.

"However, if I have a knight like you by my side when I die, I will not be afraid of death and the predetermined fate."

Feng Feng sat back down opposite Illya. The sunlight shone through the window lattice, outlining a soft contour on his angular profile.

He carefully picked up a piece of tender fish with chopsticks, blew it gently to cool it down, and put it into Illya's bowl.

Seeing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Illya's eyes. Then she took the chopsticks with her little hands dipped in ketchup, tasted it carefully, with a satisfied smile on her face.

At the dinner table, their conversation was warm and relaxed, but Feng Feng's eyes occasionally flashed with a trace of worry.

He noticed that although Illya tried hard to appear strong and fearless, whenever the topic touched on the Hero King Gilgamesh, a hint of subtle fear would flash in her jewel-like eyes.

This psychological shadow, like the darkest star in the night sky, although inconspicuous, always reminds him of the importance of protecting Illya from all harm.

The cell phone screen flickered on the dining table, interrupting the warm atmosphere.

Feng Feng glanced at the message, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes, and then he stood up quickly, with unquestionable determination in his movements.

Yukinoshita Yukino sent a message to capture the Hero King who lost his magic power and was seriously injured.

He whispered to Illya, "Illya, Yukino has captured the King of Heroes. I may need to leave for a while, but don't worry, I'll be back soon."

There was a flash of surprise in Illya's eyes, but it was immediately replaced by understanding and trust. She nodded, and her little hands gently grasped the edge of the chair, as if to give herself courage.

"Be careful, Brother Fengfeng." She warned softly, worry and reluctance flashing in her jewel-like eyes.

Feng Feng smiled and nodded, then turned and walked towards the entrance. His back lengthened in the afterglow of the setting sun, making him look both lonely and determined.

He picked up his coat and quickly put it on, his fingers tapping quickly on the keys as he replied, "I'll be there right away."

Feng Feng's steps suddenly paused. The cold words on the mobile phone screen were like a sharp blade, piercing through the tranquility in his heart.

The afterglow of the sun shone on his face, reflecting his complex expression - shock at the Hero King's decisive words, but also determination in the face of unknown challenges.

He slowly raised his head and looked towards the fading red glow in the sky, as if he could glimpse Gilgamesh's unparalleled pride and indomitable spirit from it.

"The King of Heroes committed suicide after leaving behind a prophecy that he would be resurrected again..."

These words echoed in Feng Feng's mind with a sense of fate.

He held the phone tightly, his fingertips slightly white from the force, his eyes flashed with determination and deep thought. The air around him seemed to freeze, even the wind held its breath, waiting for his decision.

Feng Feng walked into the house heavily, and every step seemed to be on his heart. The restaurant still retained the warmth of lunch and the echoes of laughter, but it was incompatible with his mood at the moment.

He walked slowly to the dining table. Illya was fiddling with her chopsticks with her head down, seemingly still savoring the warm moment just now, unaware of the coming storm.

"Illya," Feng Feng's voice was low and hoarse, breaking the silence in the room, "The Hero King...he committed suicide."

This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, causing Illya to look up suddenly. Her gem-like eyes instantly widened in disbelief.

"Impossible, you were only out for a minute, brother...big liar!"

Chapter 829: The Retreat of the Grand Assassin

Thursday, October 13

Feng Feng, with a headache on his face, leaned against the door frame and explained again to Illya who was holding the teddy bear.

"King of Heroes, Gilgamesh is really dead. I'm going to school, not to go on a date with Yukino."

Illya tied the little bear doll in her hands tightly with both hands, pouted her lips slightly, and her gem-like eyes flashed with suspicion and playfulness: "Brother Feng is a big liar, you lied again."

She stretched out her slender fingers, gently shook them and analyzed, "It was reported in the news yesterday that the school was closed. How could it be possible to resume classes in just one day?"

"There is only one truth," Illya pointed at Feng Feng and pretended to adjust Conan's non-existent glasses: "You are going to date Yukinoshita Yukino at school!"

Feng Feng shook his head helplessly, his eyes full of pampering and helplessness. He stroked her forehead gently, his gaze following Illya's white and firm fingers, and finally stopped on her innocent yet cunning face.

"Come out quickly, let's go to school together."

He smiled gently, slowly stretched out his palm, gently wrapped around Illya's finger that was pointing at him, and gently pulled it down, as if soothing a little bird that was about to spread its wings but was a little impatient.

"Illya, the world outside is far more complicated than you think."