Early the next morning, Roland opened the door of his home, rubbed his eyes and yawned.
After a good sleep, he woke up earlier than usual today.
"There are still two hours left. Do you want to do anything?"
At this time, the streets were still silent, and the sky was like a mirror that had been wiped and covered with a layer of water mist. Only a slight twilight shone through it, which was vast and seemed peaceful and warm.
Without too much thinking, under the influence of the contract spirit, Roland, who had become very self-disciplined, gave the answer.
"As expected, let's go for a morning jog. After overindulgence, you still have to return to a regular life in order to be happy and happy..."
It is easy to feel tired when fighting in anger. Although he knew this was common sense, for the sake of long-term planning, Roland decided to improve his physical strength. In order to encourage myself, stretch and cheer yourself up.
Although he deliberately lowered his voice in order not to attract attention, it seemed that he was still caught by people with keen hearing.
Such a greeting came from behind Roland.
"Good morning."
Roland's body suddenly froze. When he was talking to himself, even if he didn't say anything strange, he would feel ashamed if others heard him. If Roland was thirty years old, he might be able to laugh it off, but he Not even twenty now.
He subconsciously turned his head and looked over, and quickly searched for the impression in his mind. Although it sounded like a polite greeting between unfamiliar people, for some reason, the voice sounded familiar.
Then, the owner of the voice gradually walked towards him.
He was a tall, thick-set young man with neat short hair. He looked pretty good, but his indifferent expression made him look too serious, making people fearful.
He wore long, uniform-like robes that were out of the way. There is a golden cross hanging around his neck, but perhaps because his face is too cold, he gives the impression of being more like an unpopular conservative priest.
"Good morning..." Roland looked at the visitor with a strange expression, alarm bells ringing in his heart, ready to summon the Killer Queen at any time. "Excuse me, are you a priest?"
"Yes, it's really rude," the priest stood at a distance that would not arouse people's vigilance, looking at Roland with his unwavering eyes.
"I am the priest of Fuyuki Church, Kotomine Kirei."
What happened to me?
That's not right, I obviously didn't do anything? Doesn’t it count as a crime if it’s not discovered?
You couldn't even find Ash at yesterday's set. Even on the set of Death's Elementary School, you couldn't find me, right?
Moreover, Tokiomi Tosaka and the church still care about this matter? As long as there are no traces of mystery or magic left behind, they don't care about serial killers, so why would they care about me?
Although he was deeply shocked, Roland's face didn't show any signs of it. He hesitated and asked, "My name is Roland. May I ask, does Father Kotomine have anything to do with me?"
Killer Queen is ready to attack. As long as Kotomine Kirei makes the slightest move, he will immediately let him experience the power of the Stand. The other person is also a man anyway, so he doesn't even need to hold back.
Thinking of this, Roland's eyes moved down slightly and saw Kotomine Kirei standing in an upright posture, but the back of his hands was tightly covered by his sleeves.
Kotomine Kirei didn't notice Roland's thoughts or actions. He just looked at Roland seriously and sent out an unexpected invitation.
"I just heard what you said, so do you want to go for a morning jog together?"
The scene fell silent for a while.
"ha?"
As Roland made a surprised sound, Kotomine Kirei seemed to realize that something was wrong with him and began to explain in a somewhat stuttering manner.
Things like just returning to Fuyuki, keen on morning exercises, and having no companions filled this street with a happy atmosphere.
And Roland finally calmed down and remembered what he had said before.
Is this guy going to be triggered by keywords? So you were attracted here subconsciously?
Roland took a deep breath, feeling that he needed to calm down, and then rejected him righteously to avoid trouble. Yes, the attitude must be tough!
"...Okay, but I'm not a professional, so I won't be very fast."
After a while, Roland, who felt his body was getting hot and was sweating slightly, stopped.
"I'm done for today. I have to go to work later? How about you, Kotomine-kun?"
"I still need to practice boxing," Kotomine Kirei replied calmly, without any intention of hiding anything. "My father once received the inheritance of Bajiquan from China and was taught by a famous teacher. Therefore, this is my Regular morning classes.”
After agreeing to continue their morning run together tomorrow, Kotomine Kirei ran towards the church without any hesitation and continued his morning exercise.
After his back disappeared from Roland's sight, Roland shrugged lightly.
"We actually did morning exercises together... I thought I was being watched,"
It is not difficult to see through the current Kotomine Kirei. Knowing that his character is now a backwater, it is destined that he cannot hide it too much.
During the morning run, neither Kotomine Kirei nor Roland said anything, they just ran calmly. Even Roland deliberately exposed a few flaws under the pretense of being exhausted, and Kotomine Kirei showed no reaction.
If he had received an order, even if it was just to monitor this situation, it would be impossible for the other party to do this. However, from another perspective, he was indeed being targeted.
It was impossible to say that he didn't know which of his qualities attracted Kotomine Kirei, but he never expected that this would be an encounter.
Is it possible that there really is gravity?
Roland frowned and rested on the bench for a while. After his breathing calmed down again, he stood up and looked at the rows of vending machines next to him.
"Buy a bottle of tea and drink it. Then go back and take a shower. It's almost time to go to work."
Roland walked to the vending machine, selected his favorite drink, reached into his pocket, but unexpectedly found nothing.
Huh?
Roland patted the pocket on the other side again. After receiving the feedback that it was still empty, his body froze, and then he looked at the sky wordlessly.
I made a mistake. For my first morning run, I changed into loose clothes and completely forgot about the logistical preparations.
Forget it, just endure it for ten minutes and then talk about it when you go home.
Just as Roland was about to leave, another set of footsteps gradually approached. The person was wearing a fancy purple coat with a leopard pattern on the collar. He had orange hair and looked like a flower. Like a young man.
The orange-haired young man looked like he had just come out of a nightclub for a walk in this quiet place.
He leaned slightly over Roland, put in a few coins, clicked twice on the 100-yen barley tea option, then took out one of the bottles and handed it to Roland.
"When you go out, you will inevitably encounter this kind of thing. If you don't feel sorry for it, just return it to me later... Ah, I have something to do later, so I'll leave first."
Seeing that Roland seemed stunned, the young man forced the wheat tea over, waved casually, and left quickly.
There was no asking for anything in return, no unnecessary communication, the orange-haired young man just used a hearty smile and an optimistic attitude to do good deeds every day.
Seeing this kind of scene, even people who had a bad first impression of him would probably have a good impression of him.
But Roland couldn't do it because he knew the young man's name.
——Ame Ryuunosuke.
It turns out that not only stand-ins, but also villains are attracted to each other.
