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"Eh, my subjects?"

The voice was originally a dazed and indistinct sound, as if the person was having a meal, but it quickly transformed into a majestic and regal one, like a lion awakening.

"Where is it? Take me there quickly."

Is he really the king?

Lancelot screamed in his heart in terror: Don't come any closer!

His fear had reached its peak, even surpassing the punishment of hell. He shut his mouth, cold sweat pouring down like rain, but he still managed to roll over and get up, trying to climb the wall.

At this time.

Matou Girl chimed in, "That's the one who screamed for her mother just now, you see, the one who climbed the wall."

“?, Lancelot....."

Under that familiar king's voice.

moment.

Lancelot, who was originally slow and sluggish due to the torment, was suddenly unleashed with unlimited potential. He nimbly jumped over the wall like a startled rabbit and disappeared in a flash.

"...Qing?"

Saber's voice trailed off abruptly, her expression bitter as she looked at the retreating figure: "So, you still can't forgive me?"

Don't you even want to see her face again...?

The girl named Artoria Pendragon clenched her fists tightly, her eyes burning with fire.

So... so she had to rewrite that ending.

She is determined to avert Camelot's destruction and ensure a happy future for everyone.

A king, in essence, should be a leader who brings happiness to the people.

And she.....

Regret gnawed at her heart like a venomous snake, but her youthful face remained resolute.

She was determined to obtain the Holy Grail, at any cost.

.....

Within the field of view.

"Wow, that's fast! It can withstand four thousand times the pain and still run? No wonder it's a Servant."

Everyone was stunned.

They could probably guess the principle behind the boss's move; it was actually a change at the cellular level.

Servant is actually a cell, a spirit cell, otherwise where would the blood come from?

The changes at the cellular level far exceed any thirteen levels of pain classification, multiplied by four thousand...

"hiss....."

The black cat got goosebumps all over.

"Don't forget, their nominal grandfather is twelve thousand times, no, thirty-three thousand times."

Kiritani Kazuto, who has also made a name for himself in writing, is known for his writing style.

Suddenly, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

How wicked was that old man to be tormented like that? No wonder he longed for liberation.

"Wait, haven't you received your payment yet?"

"Hiss, you want payment too? I think Lancelot would rather be dead."

Do you think the gods can escape their debts?

"Wait, something's happened..."

......

"The Servant's fighting spirit—?!"

Saber, who had just made up her mind, suddenly paused, turned around, and looked towards the dock: "A Servant is challenging me to a duel in the direction of the dock!"

"A challenge?"

Kurumi silently glanced at Rosser.

The others also had strange expressions.

Could it be that martial arts master has reappeared? Come to think of it, we still don't know where he came from.

"Shall we go, Saber?"

Suddenly, a voice spoke from beneath the snow.

"I can't ask for it!"

Saber was filled with fighting spirit, but she also had some doubts.

Why does it feel like the aura isn't very strong?

.....

"So the martial artist from that day wasn't one of our Seven Riders, but from the Second Group?"

Fuyuki Cathedral.

Akane Minagawa narrowed her eyes.

And what's wrong with Lancelot? His strength and stats don't match at all.

suddenly.

She sensed something and laughed: "Another challenge, huh?"

"Hmph, there are more and more ignorant charlatans these days."

The blond-haired, red-eyed youth snorted coldly, his eyes flashing crimson, and his body slowly dissipated into streams of spiritual energy.

They dare to provoke even the most despicable scoundrels; it's time for them to put up a good fight.

Hopefully, this will bring him some joy.

.....

The rooftop of a building not far from the port.

"Is everything alright, Lancer?"

Kenneth's fiancée looked worriedly at the green-clad soldiers waiting in the empty harbor.

"Hmph, who do you think I am? I brought both of those magic cores with me... Lancer may not be a top-tier Servant, but with the support of my magic cores, he has no rivals."

Kenneth emphasized the magic core.

He had prepared that by selling everything he owned; even for a rural ceremony, he would go all out, like a lion hunting a rabbit.

"That's good."

Sora forced a smile, enduring Kenneth's increasingly greasy gaze.

Fuyuki City is Japan's second largest port.

The daily throughput is an astonishing figure, but today it's unusually quiet.

The shipping containers were stacked like building blocks, forming a spectacular world of cubes.

"Da da da..."

Amidst the clanging of metal, the young queen in her imposing armor stepped onto the dock.

At the end of a wide road.

Under the dim yellow light, the sea breeze, carrying a fishy smell, blew gently.

"I've been waiting for you, Saber."

The blue-clad spearman slowly turned around, a confident smile spreading across his face.

On the surface, it looks exactly the same as the original route.

Actually...

Saber frowned slightly, sensing the not-so-powerful aura.

Something feels off.

I know the Matou family uses insect magic, but the protagonist wouldn't use that, even for the sake of disguise, so they changed it to water magic and butterfly magic.

As long as this saying exists, it doesn't really matter whether it's a rumor or not.

Volume 1: Chapter 120 Rosser: Before me, everyone should sheathe their swords!

"Today, I strolled around the streets all day, but not a single person dared to show their face."

A green-armored servant, wielding a scarlet spear in one hand and a yellow short spear in the other, slowly walked to the middle of the road.

"Now, you are the only strong one who has answered my call..."

With a hint of regret in his voice, the hero known as the Peerless Warrior slowly opened his golden eyes and chuckled, "This clear fighting spirit, it really is Saber."

Upon his arrival, this Lancer exuded an extremely high level of sophistication.

Yukinoshita Dotsuto next to Saber narrowed her eyes and whispered, "Saber, be careful. The Holy Grail System's feedback panel is quite high, and her Agility has even reached A+."

She apologized with some guilt: "I'm sorry, I've dragged you down."

Otherwise, how could Saber, with her renowned reputation, only receive a B to C rating?

From the perspective of.

"Wow, A+ level agility! Even the big dog is only rated A level. If the red one has AC level agility with such fast speed and reaction, Saber is probably in real danger."

The black cat took a breath.

"Don't forget that Lancelot is also an A+ level agility, and even his strength, constitution, and agility are all above A level, and he's not..."

Eriri complained.

"Wasn't he supposed to be a shadow follower?"

"It doesn't seem like it. He's probably just being overconfident, trying to take Lai Aotian's punch with his bare body, right?"

Natsuki Subaru stroked his chin.

"Indeed, this one doesn't seem like it. This person exudes the aura of a powerful expert, with an extremely high level of prestige. He is probably really strong."

"Yes, it's a pity Saber isn't at her peak, otherwise we probably would have had a better chance."

The general public doesn't have a high opinion of Saber.

but.....

They looked around at the rooftops of buildings and above shipping containers, wondering what other followers were hiding there.

Saber's side also has the great goddess Medusa!

.....

"Something feels off."

The top of Fuyuki Bridge.

The purple-haired mature woman frowned and murmured, "It is indeed the aura of someone who has survived countless battles and is invincible, but it feels a bit thin."

"It's probably because the attribute panel isn't high."

Rosser chuckled and changed the subject: "After all, his stamina is only C, but his agility is exceptionally high. He's probably a skill-based Servant who excels in technique, and his attacks mainly rely on his Noble Phantasm, right?"

"Too."

The airheaded Servant still trusts her former Master's judgment; it would be even better if the Servant didn't put her arm around her waist.

"Master...hand!"

she whispered.