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The forest where the Einzbern's castle was located was hidden by a barrier. Although it was possible to invade in a more covert way, in Roland's view, the current Einzbern was no different from his own home, so he just broke in openly.

Sure enough, in front of my sight, under the hazy moonlight, there appeared a woman who was as pure white as a pearl and as clean as winter snow.

"Irisviel, my dear wife, long time no see, where is Illya?"

Roland raised the corner of his mouth and greeted him in a very familiar manner.

"What do you want to do, Master Caster, by breaking into the forbidden land of Einzbern?"

Irisviel deliberately ignored Roland's words, her face sank and her expression solemn.

"I just came to see my daughter. She's in the castle behind you. I sense it."

Roland still had a smile on his face as he moved closer to Irisviel step by step.

"I won't let you see her!"

Irisviel clenched her fists, suppressing her heartbeat that began to beat violently due to Roland's approach, and the desire and sense of closeness that seemed to be burning in her body.

She turned her face away, not wanting Roland to see the shy and angry expression on her face. Fortunately, when she was retreating, the knight of Cangyin had already stepped forward and faced Roland actively.

"If you retreat now, I won't attack you. Otherwise, unlike last time, you won't be able to stop me with just caster."

"Tsk, what an arrogant guy."

Medea behind Roland showed an unhappy look. With just one chant, under the effect of the high-speed divine words, a magic trick that would have required more than ten magicians to complete was performed by her alone.

Several magic circles of great magic are already ready to go amidst the roar, and the dense purple light even illuminates this quiet deep forest.

Although she spoke with disdain, Medea knew that Saber's resistance to magic was quite high, and it would be difficult for her to deal with her without relying on the position.

"Don't be so tense, Saber, I have spent a lot of time preparing for today's meeting, and I have prepared a big gift for you."

Roland smirked and clapped his hands lightly.

"I have been looking forward to this scene for a long time."

As if he didn't notice the atmosphere of the confrontation between caster and saber, Roland continued to walk in the direction of Irisviel.

Faced with such a naked provocation, even the good-tempered King of Knights couldn't bear it.

His feet sank slightly into the soil, and Saber's body immediately turned into a silver-white meteor, rushing towards Roland.

And at the moment he moved, the magic cannon in the caster magic circle roared and shot out, pointing directly at Saber, but he didn't even think of dodging.

Saber glanced casually, and after confirming the number of magic cannons, under the pumping of the magic furnace named Red Dragon Heart, the dragon factor in the body began to transport huge magic power to all parts of the body, when the surging magic power was released It even shook the atmosphere, turned into a storm surrounding him, and collided fiercely with the flying magic cannon.

This ordinary attack from Caster only had a hindering effect on him.

But Saber did not feel proud or relaxed because of this, because facing the servant's attack, Roland still maintained a nonchalant attitude, as if he didn't take him seriously at all.

Saber, who had suffered several losses from Roland's hands, kicked hard on the ground and stopped her progress. His intuition was constantly flashing, warning of the crisis ahead.

Seeing that Saber had noticed something, Roland had no intention of keeping it a secret.

"berserker."

The dark mist condensed into shape in an instant, and the mad beast did not need anyone's guidance. It turned into a galloping thunder and rushed towards Saber, roaring like yesterday.

"Arthur——!"

Chapter 74 Public Execution

"It's this guy again! Master, back off!"

Seeing Berserker's determined look and that inexplicable feeling, Saber couldn't help but feel a little irritated.

He mercilessly raised the invisible holy sword and slashed at the berserker fiercely, and began to judge the opponent's next step. Should he move sideways to avoid the counterattack, or retreat first and use that strange treasure to seize a handy weapon, and then compete in sword skills?

Then--

The violent and crazy Berserker stretched out his hands as if he had repeated it a thousand times, and caught the invisible sword with his palms together in a smooth and flowing manner.

"He caught it. Can he see it?"

As Saber's most commonly used tactic, although it seems to be only an inconspicuous C-level, under the concealment of the Wind King's barrier, every time he fights for the first time, no matter how powerful the opponent is, he can take advantage of the opponent's lack of understanding of the length of his weapon and gain the upper hand.

But it doesn't work for berserker.

Putting aside those ridiculous speculations, the facts that Saber had been subconsciously ignoring were finally exposed before his eyes.

Berserker knows the length of his holy sword, he is familiar with his own fighting style, and he has a deep obsession with himself.

"Who are you? If you still value the honor of being a knight, then tell me your origins and face me!"

Seeing this scene, Roland pursed his lips, but even so, he couldn't hide the smile on his face.

Caster, who had received the order long ago, couldn't help but sigh. Having already been briefed on the origin of Berserker and the grievances between him and Saber, she understood how things would develop next.

What a master with a bad taste! Although she was complaining, Medea still raised the staff in her hand obediently, letting the mist emerge from it, turning into a tangible stream of light, and hitting the bersekrer.

There is no taboo for the class of Berserker. In theory, any servant can be qualified for this class, but it is easier for servants with legends of madness or irrationality to increase their berserk level and gain power.

After seizing Lancelot's contract, Roland realized that although he looked so crazy that he had lost his ability to speak, Lancelot's frenzy level was only C, and he could still maintain his obsession before he died. His manic appearance was just a coat on the outside of his noble soul.

So, he came up with a bold idea.

In essence, the berserk state is only added to the spell artificially in order to make up for the attribute gap caused by the quality of the Master and to control the Servant as a familiar.

After the class container is built and the Heroic Spirit descends as a Servant with the Berserker class, this condition is no longer necessary. In this case, is it possible to artificially remove the acquired berserk state?

After asking Medea, the other party gave a positive answer, but unlike the simple operation of finding loopholes in the Holy Grail system, to complete this change, a power with a specific direction is required.

Fortunately, she did.

That was the Noble Phantasm she possessed as a simple lily before she became a traitorous witch. It was a healing Noble Phantasm that was the opposite of the Talisman that could break all laws used by Medea as a Caster.

It can reset all the damage caused by curses and magic to zero.

——All flaws must be repaired.

The moment the berserker was touched by the light stream, the dark mist on his body seemed to be wrapped up, began to boil, and gradually disappeared, revealing the gorgeous armor.

Just as Roland thought, although the frenzy correction had dissipated, the berserker finally revealed his true form.

The shadow-like, turbid and ominous appearance was completely shattered, and the gorgeous yet majestic armor revealed its true appearance.

Even under the not-so-bright moonlight, the sheen on the armor still shone, making it look extremely majestic. The berserker's body, which had been hunched over like a wild beast before, finally straightened up, and the twisted and hideous face under the helmet turned into a beauty that would make countless women's hearts beat.

Although he was given the derogatory name of a mad dog, in the past, he had been praised and trusted by the king as the chief of the Knights of the Round Table.

No matter what era it is, no one will look down on Lancelot if they mention his name.

Reason triumphed over madness and gradually returned. For any heroic spirit with chivalry, this was a moment to be celebrated.

But not now.

Even in the black fog that had not yet dissipated, he would never forget that gorgeous and holy posture.

Even though his gender was completely different, he still couldn't take off the responsibilities he had witnessed and carried under the holy sword.

There was no mistake, even though the posture was completely different, perhaps from another world, but there was no doubt that this was the king he swore to be loyal to.

But why men?

Lancelot felt like he was about to split apart. If there was a hole in the ground right now, he would crawl into it immediately.

If it was the king he knew, he would have no complaints even if he apologized to her, fought with her, and was finally executed.

But to do such a thing in front of King Arthur, a man, was a bit too glaring for Lancelot, who had a high self-esteem.

Me in another world, what on earth have you done?

Although he had regained his sanity, Lancelot did not want to step out of the mist that served as his last fig leaf. However, his malicious Master urged him in a mocking tone.

"Hurry up, berserker, I have given you permission, just tell me your name. Your opponent is the world-famous King Arthur, and fighting him will never damage your honor.

In this kind of public execution, my honor would be lost if I gave my name! Facing his new master who was a little out of touch, Lancelot's face was filled with distress and melancholy.

But Saber added fuel to the fire without realizing it.

"That's right, if you still dare to challenge me! Just admit it. No matter which opponent I have faced in the past, we are all just knights fighting for our Master and our goals!"

Seeing Caster suddenly attack his own people, Old Sword was a little surprised. His intuition was twitching as if he was electrocuted, which made him even more curious about the identity of the enemy.

Hearing this stern yet familiar tone, Lancelot also sighed. A knight fighting for his goal?

Indeed, he has died in the past history. Now, as a servant, he should abandon his past position and face him as Lancelot instead of being a Knight of the Round Table.

It was like facing the real Knight King, not with the previous arrogant attitude, but facing him uprightly.

"Although I don't want to admit it, this is all due to my youthful impetuosity."

In the gradually dispersing mist, the berserker's clear and awe-inspiring, yet complex voice echoed in the forest.

"As you wish... Lancelot, the First Knight of the Knights of the Round Table of Britain, is here to accept the challenge!"

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Chapter 75 Father

"Lancelot?"

Irisviel turned her head and looked at Saber. Anyone who knew a little bit about King Arthur would know the meaning of this name.

For Saber, who was determined to restore her country, this name was the fuse that caused her kingdom to begin to collapse. But contrary to what she thought, Saber's eyes widened, revealing a strange expression that she had never shown since her advent.

That face that always had a smile as warm as the sun was now filled with confusion and anxiety.

Both because of the name and because of the face of Lancelot.

Beads of sweat oozed from his forehead and slid down his pale face. Even when he faced the century-long battle between Enkidu and Gilgamesh yesterday, he had never shown such an expression.

There was no trace of the calmness and composure that showed him on the battlefield, only confusion and surprise.

"Is it possible for such a thing to exist?"

Saber uttered a hoarse voice, as if denying the cold reality, "So one of me and Sir Lancelot is from another world?"

"My king..." Seeing Saber understand the fact so quickly, Lancelot bowed his head deeply, "My king who came from another world, I, Lancelot, am deeply ashamed. Even in another completely different world, even in front of you as a man, I still did things that I shouldn't have said..."

"Don't worry... Sir Lancelot, I have never blamed anyone," Saber raised the sword again, "The only one who is wrong is me."

"Sir Lancelot, although I am not your king, I still have to give you a suggestion. Since you are fighting for your dream, you don't have to care about the past. So, draw your sword!"

Faced with such a decisive King Arthur, Lancelot was obviously stunned for a moment, then he smiled bitterly and his eyes regained their calmness like the surface of a lake.

I didn't expect the scene to be like this. It was different from what I thought. Compared with Altria, the Saber in front of me, even after experiencing so much, was still like a true king of perfection. She could always judge everything calmly and face difficulties with extreme correctness.

Although his face is completely different, he is still the King of Knights.

Is it possible that the king I serve could also appear in this state? If so, I must ask clearly.

What kind of dream does he have in pursuing the Holy Grail? Is he unwilling to accept his own ending? He must get the answer. Only in this way can he atone for his sins.

"Boring, I want to see rivers of blood."

Roland yawned and said, "Wait until one of you two leaves, then come and call me. Before that, I'm going to go see my dear daughter first."

With Lancelot blocking him, Roland came to Irisviel smoothly and held her hand.

Without even a symbolic struggle, Irisviel seemed to have accepted her fate, closed her eyes, and sank into the darkness with Roland.

"Irisviel!"

Even though Saber knew that Roland had no intention of killing his Master, she could not sit idly by. However, as if it was a replica of history, facing Roland who took Irisviel away, Lancelot sighed, acted as a protector, and stood in front of Saber.

"Don't worry, Saber. If you really want to save your Master, then use all your strength to kill the Berserker. However, I advise you not to be careless. Although he has lost the correction of berserk and is not ranked among the strongest classes, this guy is definitely not an easy character to deal with after he draws his sword."

"call--"

As if testing his hand, Lancelot slowly pulled out the magic sword that shone like the lake water under the moon, with elven characters engraved on both sides of the sword.

In the hands of Matou Kariya, Lancelot would endanger his master's life if he even pulled out the magic sword, but in Roland's hands, Lancelot did not feel any burden, and the magic power supplied by the master was like a bottomless abyss.

"The undamaged lake."

Saber also revealed a nostalgic look, and began to abandon unnecessary distractions, devoting his whole body and soul to the battlefield in front of him. Although things and people had changed, the holy sword in his hand seemed to be inspired and began to emit an excited humming sound.

Lancelot sighed and saluted Saber as a knight.

Now that he has drawn his sword against the Knight King, the only thing he has to do next is to show his respect with all his strength!

"My king, be careful."