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"... Hey, cheer up, you bastard."

Rider sighed, shook twice, his tone seemed a little helpless.

Then he waved his hands to Saber and Lancer, and pulled the reins of the two divine bulls. The bulls neighed, issued thunder and lightning, and shot lightning from their hooves towards the sky.

"Goodbye!"

With the roar of thunder and lightning, Rider's chariot left towards the southern sky.

Irisviel finally couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief after seeing Rider's departure. The mighty power that this king has shown since his debut until now is really jaw-dropping.

"The first round of battle was so intense, has there been such a Holy Grail War in the past..."

Just as Irisviel was whispering, a voice broke her whisper.

"Hey, did you forget about me?"

Xia Qing patted his coat coolly, shook off the dust from the battle of the heroic spirits before, and said with a relaxed expression.

Saber didn't put down the sword in his hand from the beginning to the end, because Lancer hadn't left yet, still maintaining a posture of preparing for battle.

"In that case, come on Lancer! Continue our unfinished duel!"

Chapter 33 Caster (fourth more)

The blond hair tied into a single ponytail flicked slightly, Saber pointed the tip of the sword at Lancer, moved back slightly and then raised it.

Irisviel's expression froze, her brows furrowed.

"Do you still want to continue..."

I don't know if Lancer's Master will suddenly attack, but she concentrates her mind and stares at Xia Qing's movements with all her attention.

Seeing their serious expressions, Xia Qing waved his hands casually.

"Don't be so nervous, I don't have the idea of ​​continuing to fight with you for the time being, and it's not good for us to ambush so many people, isn't it?"

Irisviel was taken aback when she heard Xia Qing's words, and then fine beads of sweat oozed from her nervous forehead.

"Could it be... that Kiritsugu was noticed..."

But, how is that possible, the other party should have no chance to observe the surrounding situation from the beginning to the end.

And with Kiritsugu's ability, it is not difficult to avoid the sight of these people.

While she was still thinking, Xia Qing grabbed her body and walked towards the other side of the street.

"Lancer, let's go."

"Yes, Master!"

Hearing these words, Cu Chulainn immediately put away his posture of guarding Saber, swung the long spear in his hand in a red trajectory, and threw it behind his back.

"Let's continue the unfinished duel next time we meet, Saber!"

Saber who heard these words also nodded solemnly.

"It's a deal, Lancer!"

After finishing speaking, Cu Chulainn turned his back towards Saber without fear.

Seeing their gradually leaving figures, Saber's sword was slowly lowered, and Irisviel also let out a long breath while holding her chest.

Suddenly, the man in black who was gradually moving away from the battlefield in her line of sight raised his right hand and waved towards the top floor of the nearby building, as if he was greeting someone.

Feeling a little puzzled by this move, Irisviel tilted her head, and Saber also looked bewildered.

Then she raised her head and stared at the silent night sky with bright moon and few stars. Her exquisite side face did not have the excitement and haggard look left by the desperate struggle just now, but stood solemnly and quietly on the battlefield.

The figure of the girl in armor is as beautiful as a painting, which makes it impossible to approach.

Alice Viel smiled softly.

"...Thank you, Saber, thanks to you, I survived."

Saber also smiled at her.

"I fight forward to protect you behind me, Irisviel."

Irisviel once again felt Saber's strength, bravery and gentleness.

She is a full round smaller than herself, with the figure of an underage girl, such a petite body and slender wrists, but she is a real knight, a hero.

"The battle is just starting now, Irisviel, the hustle and bustle tonight is just the eve of the war."

"……Yes."

"They are all evenly matched and strong enemies. The heroes invited from different eras do not have a mediocre opponent."

There was no anxiety or fear in Saber's voice, before the storm approached, the warrior's mood was both calm and excited.

The high fighting spirit and hot blood of the soldiers will never change no matter what era or world they are in. This is the proof of the soul of a hero.

But Emiya Kiritsugu, who was on the top floor of that building, couldn't calm down at this moment no matter what.

His hand holding the sniper rifle was trembling slightly at this moment, and the sweat dripping from his forehead foreshadowed his shocked state of mind at the moment.

Maiya looked at him suspiciously.