Next, Shen Er, what's your business?

Chapter 448 Gathering
In order not to be discovered by Joan of Arc's ruler privileges, the red rider Achilles and the red archer Atalanta did not go too deep, just wandering on the border of the Sighişoara region.

Not long after receiving the summons from Semiramis, the two returned to the king's room.

When he pushed open the gate between the kings, Achilles was still carrying half a deer, which seemed to be the prey that Atalanta casually shot when he was on standby.As expected of the legendary huntress of ancient Greece, she never forgets to hunt wherever she goes.

As for the other half of the deer, it has become a barbecue in Atalanta's hands. Judging by the oily light on Achilles' mouth, it is estimated that this guy has not eaten less.

Seeing the laziness of the two of them, Semiramis frowned immediately: "I asked you to wait for orders to fight against the enemy, not to have a picnic."

"Where's the enemy? Why didn't I see it?" Achilles put his free hand on his forehead, looking out, "It caused my eldest sister and I to blow the cold wind in the middle of the night, and my uncle hasn't asked you for an explanation yet. "

Atalanta was even more straightforward, didn't even bother to say a word, and continued to chew on the deer's leg.It has nothing to do with elegance, and it is full of wild eating that unceremoniously declares her attitude-I tameow ignores you Semiramis.

The disrespectful gesture of the two naturally aroused the anger of the Assyrian empress, and Shirou hurriedly comforted her.

"Okay, okay, the operation is canceled anyway, so don't worry about these small things. Thank you, rider, archer."

Achilles snorted as an answer.

Atalanta held up a deer leg: "Would you like some?"

Shirou glanced at Semiramis beside him, and shook his head.

"Good intentions to take it."

To be honest, he wanted to agree to Atalanta's invitation, and he was indeed a little hungry after a busy midnight, but who made Atalanta and Semiramis not deal with it?

If he agrees, Semiramis will definitely be awkward.Therefore, for the upcoming war, he could only endure.

Atalanta didn't care, and continued to gnaw fiercely.Although Priest Shirou gave him a better feeling than the Assyrian empress exuding conspiracy and decadence, it was still very limited. Her wild instinct told her that this priest also had problems.

The particles of light, as dazzling as the sun, scattered, and Karna, the red lancer, walked between the kings.Although he didn't speak, no one could ignore his presence.

"Lancer, I'm sorry, I called you here specially."

After hearing this sentence, Lancer shook his head lightly.The slightly pale face was still like a mask, and the frozen expression did not waver in the slightest.

"No problem. What happened?"

"Please wait a moment, and I will explain when the last person arrives."

For this "hero of giving", Shirou's attitude is obviously much more solemn.Not only Shirou, but other red servants including the empress would not treat Karna with a casual attitude.

Five minutes later, the last person made his grand debut bearing the anxiety of everyone present.As soon as he entered the open door, he spread his hands with dramatic movements, and cried aloud:

"Ooooh, 'Dark as hell, dark night you!' 'I feel so beautiful, even sparkly!'"

Semiramis sighed "Oh" and asked:
"Does that mean I am?"

The man who was asked—the red caster, the literary monster Shakespeare nodded.

"Is there anyone else? The Empress of Assyria!... No, no, I'm really sorry. I accidentally got too excited. Because I haven't come here for a long time to write, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Did you get something?"

"You mean the computer. It's already ready, and it's in my room."

"Then hurry up—" Shakespeare urged repeatedly.

Seeing this scene, Semiramis and others also felt quite helpless.

"Caster...don't forget about the Holy Grail War."

"Of course, empress. Since you asked us to gather here, there is only one reason. It's war, right? The heroes will compete for hegemony and start a savage fight against each other, right? Of course I, Caster, will do my best - Watch it carefully!"

"I said, don't you fight?"

"Well, I'm actually very unfamiliar with war and magic and all that stuff, 'yet the gods have added the right flaws to make us human'."

You are clearly Caster——Although Achilles and Atalanta wanted to point this out, they reluctantly held back.

In fact, as he said, Shakespeare is basically a hero who has nothing to do with "war".His job (as he sees it) is simply to record the Holy Grail War, and to weave the ensuing story of the protagonist's misery and despair, hope and violence.

Even more helpless than the Greek duo is Empress Semiramis, the character among the red followers is really bad.

Spartacus who doesn't listen to people's words, Atalanta and Achilles who are free and unrestrained, Shakespeare who has no combat power and causes troubles from time to time, except for Karna who has been silently carrying out orders, everyone else is constantly Challenge the queen's endurance limit.

Especially when these people get together, the lethality increases exponentially, and I don't know how the master reconciles these people-at this time, Semiramis admires his master very much.

"Anyway, everyone is here. Now that we have completed our preparations, it is time for us to go to crusade. After all, it is a rare Holy Grail War, and repeated small-scale battles are meaningless."

At Semiramis' words, Achilles and Atalanta nodded reluctantly.As she said, just skirmishing is too boring.

However, wars are not determined solely by passion and whether they are interesting or not.

In a sense, Atalanta, a pragmatist with the least heroic pride, said: "Our berserker has become the enemy's pawn, and Saber is not here. It is really true to launch a general attack on Black under such unfavorable circumstances. Does it fit?"

"Hey, big sister."

Before Semiramis could answer, Achilles spoke first.

"With me here, I can fight at least three by myself."

"Your real name has been revealed!"

Atalanta glanced lightly at Achilles with her green eyes.

"Even if it's exposed, it's impossible to hurt my weakness in a confrontation with me." The latter laughed wildly without hesitation, showing his true qualities as a hero.

Atalanta persisted: "What if it was a sneak attack? You have already been sneak attacked by the black assassin once."

Achilles spread his hands helplessly: "I said big sister, which side are you on?"

"I just don't want to lose, I still have wishes to achieve, that's all."

"Then let me help Eldest Sister achieve her wish. Correspondingly, Eldest Sister will protect my weaknesses. With Eldest Sister, I don't have to worry about being attacked."

"You really..."

Atalanta was at first displeased with Achilles' naivety and cunning words.After thinking about it carefully, he found that this was the best way, so he shook his tail and acquiesced in this matter.

"However, this still doesn't change the fact that our side is at a disadvantage—Assassin, you... what kind of look is that?"

The moment he looked up, Atalanta saw Assassin's playful eyes.

"It's nothing, I just think your feelings are really good." Semiramis simply didn't hide anymore, "I don't know how the rider's father, Mr. Peleus, will feel when he sees this scene.".

"What does this have to do with my father?" Achilles looked at Atalanta suspiciously, who was also confused.

"It's nothing, just take it as if I'm talking to myself." Semiramis, who learned that Peleus had longed for Atalanta, didn't reveal it, and secretly laughed alone.

"I don't understand what you're thinking at all." Achilles crossed his arms and sat down on the ground. "If you have time to talk about things you don't understand, it's better to answer the elder sister's question."

"It's up to me to answer this question."

"You/ru—?"

Hearing this voice, Atalanta and Achilles turned their heads in surprise, and even Karna had a slight expression fluctuation.

It was none other than the caster, Shakespeare, who answered the conversation.

(End of this chapter)