I Will Always Be a Partner of Justice

Sitting on the throne, Lancer Vlad III looked down at the three worshiping servants in front of him, and couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth.

Rider——A handsome man, one of Charlemagne's twelve warriors, Astolfo.

Caster—Avis Bron, the legendary philosopher, poet, and creator of the "Kabbala" magic foundation.

Archer - the great hero in the ancient Indian epic "Mocobharata", the son of the thunder god Indra, Arjuna.

"I will win this Holy Grail War." Vlad III said with a smile.

"Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho-!!!"

Standing behind him was Berserker, the great hero in Greek mythology, Heracles, the great hero who completed the incredible twelve trials, let out a deafening roar.

Like a horn of victory.

And at this time, Saber, who was standing by the window, turned her head and looked out of the window, her slender brows could not help but wrinkle.

"What's the matter, Saber?" Vlad III looked at Saber who was a little absent-minded.

"No. It's nothing...Mmm..." Saber hesitated for a moment.

Vlad III laughed and said, "You are a great king, so you don't need to pay special respects to me."

"You're joking, I'm just a king who doesn't understand people's hearts, far from being called great." Saber shook her head, and then said.

Vlad III asked: "Then, what are you bothered about? As a king, I am very concerned about your behavior."

Saber hesitated for a moment, then said: "I don't know if it's an illusion...I always feel that there are two spirit bases of the same level as me."

"Same class?" Vlad III touched his chin, showing doubtful eyes.

Saber nodded.

"No problem. No matter who you face, you won't hold back, right?" Vlad III asked.

Saber nodded, and said with a serious face: "I must, get the Holy Grail!"

Vlad III showed a smile and said: "Then, I am looking forward to the final battle with you."

After a pause, Vlad III looked at the other followers and said, "It's the same with you and me."

At this time, Archer Arjuna raised his head, looked at Vlad III, and said, "I need your approval for one thing."

"What is it, Archer?" Vlad III asked.

Archer Arjuna said: "Since I have manifested, it means that my old enemy may also appear in this Holy Grail War. If there is, I hope that I can single out with my old enemy."

"Such a trivial matter, why worry about it?" Vlad III laughed and said, "The righteousness and bravery of a warrior should not be tarnished. If your old enemy is really in the world, you will go. The righteousness of a warrior is also the eulogy of war. .However, you also have to ask your Master's opinion."

Archer Arjuna looked at his master, Gold Mujik Yugdomirenia, who was a fat, greasy middle-aged man in a white uniform.

Gold said: "I will satisfy you, Arjuna. But it must not spoil the plan of the Millennium Tree!"

Arjuna nodded.

sanctuary church.

"People... almost all have come." The priest with dark complexion and white hair looked at the empty church and couldn't help showing a gentle smile on his face.

"The rest, Saber should be the only one who didn't show up." A woman in black luxurious clothes appeared behind the priest like a phantom, holding a goblet with her slender and slender fingers. The wine, as bright as blood, swayed with it.

She showed an elegant smile and asked, "Want to taste my poisoned wine, Master?"

"This is really an honor. After the Holy Grail War is over, I will definitely drink it with great honor." The priest smiled and rejected the woman's kindness.

"If you drink it, Father, you will be poisoned to death immediately. You will die from the pain of gut piercing." The green-haired young man with a scarf around his neck leaned against the pillar and grinned, completely ignoring the woman's wishes. The eyes that swallowed him alive.

Then, he turned his head slightly, looked at the heroic huntress sitting beside him, and asked carelessly, "Are you right, big sister?"

"I'm not your big sister!" The heroic huntress folded her arms and looked at the green-haired young man with displeasure. Her cat ears were trembling because of her master's displeasure.

The green-haired young man laughed loudly, then looked towards the corridor, and asked, "Lancer, what do you think?"

"Ask me what I think, in fact, you just want to get my attention, and then fight with me." The white-haired young man in the sun wheel golden armor looked at the green-haired young man calmly, and said lightly: "It's no use Yes, my master is controlled by the poisonous woman, I will not fight with you."

The green-haired youth scratched the back of his head, feeling a little distressed.

Countless "well" characters popped up on the woman's head, she gritted her teeth and said, "You guys... just get rid of you now!"

The white-haired young man said calmly: "Fight head-on, you can't beat anyone here, Assassin."

The woman was choked, and stared at the white-haired young man angrily, as if she was about to strike at the next moment.

"Calm down, calm down, Assassin, don't be angry. We are companions now!" Father Baimao held the wine glass that Assassin might drop to the ground at any moment.

"Hmph." Assassin snorted coldly, turned around and disappeared as a spirit body.

The green-haired young man scratched the back of his head, looked at the white-haired young man, and said, "Your mouth is really poisonous, Lancer?"

"Why do you say poison? I don't understand, I just told the truth." The white-haired young man showed a rare look of confusion.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I really don't have any self-knowledge, Lancer." The green-haired young man laughed, then turned to look at the huntress and asked, "You think so, big sister?"

"Achilles! I repeat, I'm not your eldest sister!" Atalanta shouted angrily.I don't know why this Achilles is always holding on to her, and insists on calling her big sister.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

A heavy voice sounded from the depths of the church.