My mother's love song

It's not like I don't have the courage to draw my sword against my former master.

He thought that he was no match for the ever-victorious king, but that was not the case.

Gawain is a confident and tough knight, but that is only within the Round Table.

In his heart, the king is an extraordinary and perfect being, and what he cannot overcome is his own inner demons.

"You must be Saber."

The Knight King of the Holy Lance asked in a cold tone.

"……Well."

Gawain raised his head and nodded subconsciously.

"That's right. I am Saber's knight."

My king, you don't intend to say anything to me here.

Are you not going to blame me for not being able to defeat the rebels in that rebellion?

Are you not going to accuse me of the crime of drawing the sword against my master?

Gawain, extremely confused, looked at King Arthur.

When Wang's eyes met those yellow-green pupils, there was no hesitation in them.

"……Well."

Gawain unconsciously felt sad about his own immaturity.

At the same time, Gao Wen also understood what the king wanted to say from her expression.

I see… I am no longer a Knight of the Round Table standing here.

As a sword knight, the one I should serve is not my former lord, but my own Master, Lord Kenneth.

It was you who made me understand this.

If I hadn't met you first, a half-baked knight like me would have been forced to leave the Holy Grail War early, bringing disgrace to the name of the Round Table.

Ah... King, your gentleness is still as great as ever.

Even in the face of my enemy, you still pointed out my immaturity.

Even though we are not in the same camp, you shine on me like the Milky Way at night.

Thank you...my king!

Gawain's expression became as bright as the midday sun. He held the Chakravartin in his hand and looked at Lancer with clear eyes.

"...Hey, Lancer. Isn't this Saber a little weird?"

Irisviel whispered as she stood behind Altria.

"His expression has been changing from startled to shocked since a while ago, and he was also mumbling to himself... Is he a pervert?"

Altria pursed her lips calmly.

Just get used to it. I'm used to it.

The so-called Knights of the Round Table were not powerful in combat, but in the fact that they could always read King Arthur's thoughts from his stern poker face (think about it).

"Words between you and me are superfluous."

Air flowed from under Artoria's feet, chalk armor appeared, and she took a few steps towards Gawain.

"Saber, let us communicate with the weapons in our hands."

"That's just what I want... But please don't hold back just because it's night. Otherwise, the only consequence will be a disgrace to your honor."

Seeing Gawain's tone change from retreating to confident, Lancer's face also revealed an expression of enjoying the battle.

"No, I never underestimated your strength."

As he spoke, the Spear Knight released the huge amount of magic power hidden in his voluptuous body.

The bursting magic power spiraled around the tip of the holy spear in her hand, stirring up a whirlwind-like airflow.

"Come on, Saber. Let me blow out your Kagerou."

"Lancer... Let's fight it out fair and square!"

Both sides took a step forward, crushing the concrete under their feet, rolling up the rubble and rushing towards each other.

Along with the sound of a sharp blade cutting through space, two pale shadows fought each other in the dark night.

The dignified knights swung their swords and spears at a speed that could not be captured by the human eye. Every collision between the swords and spears shook the atmosphere like thunder.

Irisviel and the familiars of other magicians hiding in the shadows were deeply shocked by this battle that was beyond their comprehension.

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The highest point in Fuyuki, the rooftop terrace of the Hyatt Hotel.

Standing in the howling wind, Rhodes used his enhanced eyes to watch the duel between King Arthur and the Sun Knight ten kilometers away.

The floor below is the room of Saber Gawain's master, Director Ken.

However, the owner of the guest room was currently at the port, so no one would stop him even if he went down to steal some things and flirt with his fiancée.

"In a hand-to-hand fight, Gawain is more advantageous, even at night."

Rhodes calculated while watching the battle.

"Originally, the hand-to-hand combat between Altria and Gawain should have been a 50-50 match.

However, Gawain's master, Kenneth, is far more capable as a magician than Emiya Kiritsugu, and after becoming a Servant, Saber, a Celestial Dragon class, has its attributes corrected."

In Rhodes's view, Gawain and Arthur were fighting back and forth, almost evenly matched.

“…I see, the Holy Lance can also use the Wind King Barrier.

Originally, the Holy Lance is a wind-attributed treasure, so maybe it has a better compatibility.

A lance this long would be much more dangerous than a two-handed sword if it was hidden. "

Watching the high-level battle, Rod showed a serious expression for the first time since entering Fuyuki.

"Hey, Kyouko. What do you think?"

He asked, turning his head.

The girl with pigtails who attacked him a few days ago was now kneeling on one knee respectfully behind Rhodes.

Wearing dark blue swimsuit.

枪呆

Chapter 038 Assassin Ver. School Swimsuit

The time goes back to more than ten hours ago.

When Kyouko woke up from her bed, she immediately fell into a deep state of self-flagellation.

How could this happen...what a stupid thing I did.

She was totally oblivious to the fact that she was still alive.

Nor does he care about the black heart in his left chest that was condensed from the curse.

Kuang Xinzi just kept staring at the ceiling with a sad expression.

"I no longer have the qualifications to call myself a believer..."

The reason why Keiko was not chosen as the leader of the assassins was because she made people around her feel scared.

She is really too simple.

Breaking into Caster's magic workshop in broad daylight and slaughtering people, if it were an ordinary old man living in the mountains, he would never use such a tactic.

It must be because the "blood of a warrior" in his body is stronger than the "blood of an assassin", so he failed to become the leader of the cult.

Kuang Xinzi, who didn't realize this until he was killed, just kept blaming himself for his immaturity in his heart.

Is someone as immature as me really qualified to put an end to this heretical ritual that has deceived the leaders?

Therefore, I was

Only then will the fallen angel personally punish you.

When his heart was being dug out, he couldn't even see the angel's movements.

It is easy to imagine how weak one's faith is.

That is the real divine skill that can guide the cult.

Compared to this lord, the eighteen divine feats and fantasy bloodline [Zabaniya] that he boasted about was simply blasphemy.

She clasped her hands together and muttered to herself, feeling ashamed of her cowardice.

As to why the messenger from heaven would leave behind his worthless life, Kuang Xinzi already had the answer in his heart.

That adult must have felt that his existence was a disgrace to the cult and that he had to start practicing from scratch.

The door to the room was opened.

"Oh, you're awake already?"

"Lord Angel."

She slowly got out of bed, the confusion no longer in her eyes.

Why didn't this gentleman take his own life? It must be because the time has not yet come to end.

The fact that I am here is also the result of this adult's will.

"My Lord Angel, my master.

Thank you for saving me from the clutches of this heretical ritual."

Fanatic knelt down on his knees in front of Rhodes and pressed his forehead tightly against the ground.

"Please allow me to serve you.

Please allow me to offer my body to you and help you destroy the evil of paganism."

"...Is that so? Is this your answer?"

"Yes."

The assassin replied.

Well, Rhodes looked down at Assassin.

Two thick black braids hanging down to the ground.

A mature and ascetic body wrapped in a black robe.

I don’t know how many lives have been strangled by those slender fingers.

And the white back of the neck is exposed to show loyalty.

Looking down upon everything about her, the young man spoke calmly.

"Fanatical, it seems... your faith is not strong enough."

"As wise as you are... I am speechless."

After hearing what Rhode said, the ashamed fanatic pressed his forehead to the ground with all his strength, as if he wanted to crush the floor.

"Well, never mind. There's nothing we can do about it. Just put this on first."

As he said this, he threw a dark blue dress in front of her.

“…What is this?”

Keishinzi raised his head and looked at "that" that was thrown in front of him.

It is modern clothing that exposes a large amount of the face, hands, feet, neck, and collarbone.