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In the second half of the sentence, Fran even carried a hint of mockery.

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Fortress in the air, between the thrones.

The Empress of Assyria sat on the main seat, a purple mirror projected by magic in front of her eyes, scanning the figures of Sighishwara Weston and others below.The picture paused between Weston and Joan, her expression was slightly unhappy.

"It's just a small deterrent, but the enchantment of Sighisoara is nothing special after testing it." Assassin fixed his eyes on the blond-haired saint and locked it firmly. This is the Holy Grail The biggest obstacle to her Master during the war. Ruler!

Standing beside her, Kotomine Shiro pondered: "Maybe this enchantment is similar to Tulipas, the larger the range, the less it will be able to take into account the subtle things?"

Although the Romanian grand duke is close to invincible in the barrier of Tulifas, if he really wants to use the light beam just now in a wide range and indiscriminately, the opponent will not be able to take care of everything.

Below them, there was a long and steep staircase, where Achilles and Atalanta sat and rested freely.

"The free time is finally over, and it's finally time to join the battle...!" Achilles stood up and stretched his muscles and bones, eager to try.

"Rider." The Empress of Assyria stopped Achilles, and looked down suspiciously: "Where are Lancer and Caster? They were still here just now, right?"

It only takes a moment for the heroic spirit to transform into a spirit body, and it disappears without even saying hello. Did she already know that this attack would inevitably fail, or is there some unspeakable reason?In a sense, those two Heroic Spirits were really rude.

"Lancer is probably ready to go down and fight the opponent's Saber! As for Caster, he is probably going back to his magic room." Atalante on the side answered for Achilles.

"What? The plan we made..." Kotomine Shiro felt helpless, and summoning a heroic spirit with too much personality seemed to be troublesome. Lancer is usually fine, but when encountering Saber, he will have such an overly focused thought. Although he went out to fight early, it didn't fit the original plan, but the goal is that Saber rides against each other, so it's not too conflicting.

And Caster...

"Let me go and summon him!" Thinking of that heroic spirit, Kotomine Shirou said a little speechlessly.

"Wait, Master. Wouldn't it be like running errands if you went? I don't agree with this kind of thing, as a Master above me. It's better for me to summon this kind of trivial matter!"

After the Assyrian empress said something, she lightly waved her fingers, and after a while, a heavy door in the fortress of the castle was slowly opened.

A man dressed as a medieval poet appeared under the throne, holding a book and expressing passionately: "Oh, you are as dark as hell, you are like a dark night... I think it is extremely beautiful, and even has the feeling of shining! "

The empress sighed: "Is that talking about me?"

"Of course. Is there anyone else? The Empress of Assyria—Semiramis. No, no, I am so excited to call out your real name. I am so sorry. I accidentally became interested in writing. I was hiding in the My own room brewed all of this." Caster apologized slightly, and then he turned his gaze to Kotomine Shiro on the other side.

"Father Shiro, I have an unfeeling request."

Judging from his speech, this is definitely a follower who is very good at taking the initiative in words, but when he appeared, he praised Assassin Semiramis, and then bowed to his master to make a request, at least He is still a follower who knows his status and what to do.

Kotomine Shiro has long been used to the appearance of the Caster in front of him. To be honest, the Caster summoned this time is not a famous magician in history, but a poet.

The famous poet who turned from weaving comedy to weaving tragedy after a seven-year gap - Shakespeare.

Talking in this way will make you dance, and occasionally the conversation will fall into the posture of being intoxicated by the words you have woven. It is not so much habit as it is helplessness!

"What is it?" Kotomine Shirou asked.

"According to the knowledge I have been given by the Holy Grail, there seems to be a machine in this world that can type out words just by tapping on the keyboard, right?" Shakespeare asked.

"Did you mean the computer?"

"Yes, would it be convenient to get one for me?"

"No problem, but that will probably be the day after tomorrow."

The conversation between the two was easily completed in this way, and Shakespeare was also satisfied, ready to turn around and go back to his room.

Semiramis frowned: "Wait, Caster, this is the Holy Grail War."

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Weston below was troubled by his servants, while Semiramis and Kotomine Shiro above were also troubled by the scene before them.

What a child's play attitude.

Semiramis' helpless reminder also hoped that Caster could fight well.

But to her absolute surprise, the answer at the next moment was this:

"Of course I know this. The heroes are fighting for the Holy Grail, right? Of course I, Caster, will enjoy it to my heart's content - watch it carefully!" Shakespeare paused, and said something that made people even more speechless.

"I said, don't you plan to fight?" He also participated in the question of tactics, but he never expressed his opinion and was completely treated as an audience. But the fact that he didn't fight at all was beyond their expectations.

Shakespeare said embarrassingly: "Actually, I'm not very familiar with war and magic. You should also understand the reason that 'the gods gave us appropriate shortcomings in order to make us human'?"

The last sentence can be called sophistry, being able to be summoned as a Caster, at least the skills and Noble Phantasms it possesses, is definitely in line with this class.

But thinking of his real name, Semiramis and Kotomine Shirou really couldn't force him to fight. The real name of 'Shakespeare' basically represents a heroic spirit who has nothing to do with war. His duty is only to be responsible for the record of the Holy Grail, and to weave the story of the suffering and despair, hope and violence of the protagonist (Master).Storytellers never perform on stage, only support the performers!

"Okay, then as you wish."

"The declaration of war has been completed with that blow. Since it is a war, let's make it vigorous!" After speaking, Semiramis showed a bewitching smile and stared at the projection.

With a slight flick of the finger, two long-range beams of light, exactly the same as before, were shot out outside the sky garden.

Regarding this, Achilles and the others were not surprised at all, and directly chose to turn around and run towards the outside of the fortress.

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Back to the perspective of Weston et al.

The two beams of light that shot out suddenly again smashed and splashed two large craters on the garden of the manor, and the figures of Weston and Joan of Arc fell from the same place to the other side at the same time.

"This kind of attack is really cheating!" Weston had some dissatisfaction on his face.Turning on the remote laser directly without showing your face is really disrespectful.