Zongman, the history of a devil's rise

"Since daytime, a little bug has been releasing its scent throughout the city, issuing a provocation."

"We can fully observe his movements here."

He was dressed very simply, and his body looked like a giant, with bulging muscles and a rugged look.

From time to time, he would pick up the wooden bottle filled with red wine beside him and take a big sip, while staring indifferently at the coast.

"I know it, but I know it."

"But can you put it down for me first? If I want to observe, you alone are enough."

The boy, who looked thin and weak and had little confidence, screamed in fear.

Rider burst into laughter and slapped his master on the back with his large hand like a palm leaf fan, causing his master to do several somersaults on the fifty-meter-high arch bridge.

"What are you talking about, idiot? As a Master, of course you have to stand in the same position as me."

"Otherwise, how can you be worthy of being my Master?"

……

In the mountains far southeast of Fuyuki City.

Vitan's temporary residence.

Sitting on the sofa, Vitan looked at the crystal ball on the coffee table with great interest.

Different images that switch back and forth are reflected on the crystal ball.

"What do you think, Lancelot?"

"The king is still as heroic, upright and clear-minded as ever."

Putting down the wine glass in his hand, Lancelot's eyes showed a look of nostalgia.

"..."

Several black lines suddenly slid down from Vitan's forehead.

"Who told you to keep an eye on your king? I'm talking about this Lancer who's provoking others everywhere."

It would be fine if you could just say that he looked majestic and heroic.

After all, Altria in men's clothing was indeed stunning, except for her slightly disappointing breasts and height. Even Vitan became slightly interested.

But Gao Zhengjie, how did you know that?

"I'm sorry, my lord."

Lancelot apologized immediately and decisively.

But Lancelot quickly straightened his expression.

"If you're referring to the Lancer who's been running around since this morning, I can only say that he's probably a man who lives up to his own legend and abides by his own chivalry."

Lancelot made no secret of his admiration for Lancer.

However, Vitan had some guesses as to why Lancelot admired Diarmuid so much.

It’s probably because the situations of the two people are slightly similar.

Both of them inevitably fell in love with their lord's wife, and eventually due to various reasons, the knights and the kingdom collapsed.

The only difference is that Diarmuid sticks to his bottom line and never hurts any member of the Knights Templar under any circumstances.

During this process, he failed to stick to his beliefs and killed his colleagues in the Knights of the Round Table with his own hands.

"Well, you don't really look like a wise hero right now."

Vitan fell directly into deep helplessness.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter."

"Who do you think will be the first to accept Lancer's challenge, show up, and finally fight him?"

He casually lit a cigarette, put it between his lips, and took a deep puff.

The main body has no interest in this kind of thing, but he has indeed become deeply addicted to cigarettes in the past two days.

"I think it should be the king."

"Given the king's character, he would ignore such an invitation to fight."

"Of course, the premise is that the King's Master does not stop this unnecessary behavior."

Even though Vitan is complaining about Lancelot, his IQ is still basically online.

What's the point of a provocation like Diarmuid?

In fact, there is none at all.

He ran around like this, releasing his aura everywhere, even if there really was a heroic spirit that responded to him and started a battle with him.

Such a battle is definitely carried out in full view of the public.

Just like his current lord, isn’t his perspective always following Diarmuid?

In a battle like this, even if you can kill the opponent, your information will be exposed to a large extent.

So ignoring it is a qualified way to show what you should do.

But that's not what a knight should do.

A knight should fight openly and fairly on the battlefield, without any conspiracy or intrigue.

And his own king.

He is the knight among knights, the legendary king of knights.

I will definitely not refuse Diarmuid's invitation.

However, he felt that, based on the information he had learned from his lord, his king's master would not allow his king to do such a meaningless act.

"If you think from the perspective of Emiya Kiritsugu's personality, then there is nothing wrong with thinking this way."

In response to Lancelot's conclusion, Vitan simply blinked his eyes and chuckled.

"But the problem now is that your king is not someone who can be easily controlled by Emiya Kiritsugu."

Lancelot was silent for a few seconds, and finally nodded in understanding.

Indeed, according to the description of the lord.

Emiya Kiritsugu is a person who will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals, as long as it can achieve his goals.

Assassination, threat, siege, sneak attack, poisoning!

He can use all the means as long as they are available.

As long as it is something that should be sacrificed, he will sacrifice it without any scruples.

This is absolutely unacceptable to the Knight King.

Therefore, Emiya Kiritsugu must never reveal his true appearance in front of Altria.

Otherwise, his king would definitely have a conflict with Emiya Kiritsugu.

This situation would be absolutely fatal for the Master and Servant who share honor and disgrace, if a conflict arises between them.

After all, although the Command Spell can control a Servant, there are only three chances.

If the Command Spells are used up and there is a conflict with one's Servant at that time, it will become one's death warrant.

Not to mention, if one's Command Spells could only be used to defend against one's own Servant, then one would be at a disadvantage when facing off against other Servants.

After all, the function of the Command Spell is not just to give orders.

Increasing magic power, strengthening attacks, and temporarily enhancing physical fitness, these are all things that the Command Spell can do.

"That's true. It looks like the king will accept this man's invitation."

"Ok!"

Vitan nodded his head, then looked at Lancelot with a playful look.

"Well, since your king is ready to accept the challenge, Lancelot, are you interested in getting involved?"

"After all, this can be considered the first battle of the Holy Grail War."

"The other protagonists have already arrived, but we are the only one missing. It would seem a bit petty."

As he spoke, Vitan transformed Sora, who had transformed into a crystal ball, back into Sora's original form.

He has nearly omnipotent abilities and uses crystal as a medium to manipulate magic.

This is the art of crystal reflection.

Just now, Vitan was able to achieve an effect similar to clairvoyance at such a long distance, all thanks to the Crystal Reflection Technique.

"As expected of you, you are the Lord. You possess a spirit that ordinary people cannot possess."

Lancelot also stood up, and the lavender armor was directly condensed by magic power on his body. Then dark black gas emerged from the gaps in Lancelot's armor, completely dyeing Lancelot into the appearance when Vitan first saw him.

"Very good, the hiding effect is very successful."

Vitan nodded his head in satisfaction.

The Master can check the ability values ​​and panels of the Servant. Lancelot originally had the skill to conceal the panel.

However, after Vitan ended his frenzy, this skill disappeared.

Now, Vitan is using the ninjutsu from the world of "Seven Magicians" that he learned from Sora to cover up and achieve the same effect.

"Master, it seems that the King's side has also begun."

Feeling the fluctuations of magic power erupting in the distance, Lancelot turned his body and muttered.

The magic equipment exclusively used by magicians, as well as the magic pistol transformed and condensed from the void, also appeared on Vitan's body at the same time.

"Then let's go too."

"It probably won't take long tonight, and we'll be back soon."

……

This is a large coastal park in Fuyuki City along the coast. From here, you can just see the Fuyuki City cross-sea bridge not far away.

In the silent night, only Irisviel and Altria were strolling here.

The night sea breeze blew by like a roar, blowing up Irisviel’s beautiful long hair that looked like the tail flame of a shooting star.

It is also because it is winter now. Even though the scenery at the beach is beautiful, no couple wants to get close to it.

However, for Irisviel, who had been looking forward to the seaside for a long time and had always lived in ice and snow, these could not stop her from yearning to see the sea.

"But if it were daytime, it would be even more beautiful."

Saber looked at the sea view in front of her and felt a little emotional, or rather, a little sigh.

"It doesn't matter. The sea at night is also very beautiful, just like a mirror formed by the darkness."

With her hands spread out as if she was embracing something, a blush appeared on Irisviel’s face.

Probably no one would mistake a girl with such an innocent smile as a married woman.

No one would have thought that she was even pregnant with her own child.

Her every smile, gesture and movement are still exactly the same as those of an innocent teenage girl.

"It turns out that being able to walk in a city with a knight is such a wonderful thing."

"I want to thank you, Saber!"

"I just hope that the performance of this unqualified knight of mine can satisfy you."

With the same smile on her face, Altria spoke softly.

"Of course you are qualified, Saber. You are the best knight today. Everything you do is so flawless."

Irisviel blinked her eyes cutely, and a sweet smile was hidden in her wine-red pupils.

"It's my pleasure, Your Highness."

Saber’s polite attitude made Irisviel shyly turn her little head towards the other side of the sea.

This is normal. From birth to now, Altria has only lived as a woman for a short period of time during her childhood.

After that, whether in private, at work, or on the battlefield.