Let Go of That Blackened Heroine

After being injured, Huang Qiangwei could never recover.

The tip of the short spear cut through the handsome cheek and passed through the mole of love.

"It gave me an unfortunate look, and that's where it ends."

"From then on, there is no longer a glorious appearance."

He turned his head, finally opened his eyes, and looked at Kenneth.

"My lord, Dimuludo, will obtain the Holy Grail for you."

He turned around with difficulty and looked at Rin.

"It's impossible for you to win."

Dimuludo's eyes became lively.

There was even a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Rin's pupils contracted.

With slightly trembling fingers, he clenched his small fist with difficulty.

On Kenneth's hand, a red mark had disappeared.

For the magician, the pursuit is rationality.

After all, things that fail will not be done.

A battle that is bound to be lost should not be supported.

Another mark disappeared.

Diarmuid raised both guns.

Rin slowly took a stance.

This is the first time she has shown her posture, using the posture of a warrior.

Before, she seemed extremely casual.

To the proud man, failure is a disgrace.

If you are bound to fail, you should disassociate yourself from failure.

In this way, you can let yourself have nothing to do with failure.

Lancer's failure was the result of his disobedience to orders and arbitrariness, and his arbitrariness in carrying out fair and honest challenges.

If he lost even after using the Command Seals, if he still needed to use the Command Seals because of this, wouldn't that mean that even with all his strength, the battle he had already approved had failed.

One of the twelve monarchs of the clock tower, Archibald's patriarch, Kenneth Elmeloy Archibald, lost to a young girl on a small island country in the Far East.

The last command spell disappeared without a sound.

A figure running fast.

The afterimage brought out by the red and yellow guns is like two wings.

Flying like a bird.

Like a bird, it was hit by an incoming arrow.

It didn't fall down, it didn't have time to fall down, and it didn't get close to Rin at all. It was hit by an arrow-like air in the distance, and then it turned into scattered brilliance.

If it wasn't that he couldn't support it anymore, even if he got the strengthening of the Command Seal, he couldn't recover. He could only use this last blow. If it wasn't for the last blow, he launched an offensive, if it wasn't because of the galloping attack that he couldn't dodge.

There will be no ifs.

As a result, at the moment when he was hit, he couldn't even see the Lord's expression clearly.

Failed, utterly failed.

Will return to the Hall of Valor with shame.

It was an incomparable shame, and all he got was a fiasco, and even lost his precious and glorious appearance.

Nothing could be done.

I swore an oath to my lord, but it never came true.

With the help of three Command Seals, the result was still a fiasco.

As a knight, it was too much of a failure.

Presumably the lord is also very disappointed with himself.

Moreover, with a heroic spirit like himself, losing to a little girl, such a shame will also accompany him for the rest of his life.

I am already a dead person, and I don't have to care about my reputation.

However, the lord is still alive, and his whole life will be ridiculed by others.

It's just that the complex emotions overflowing in my heart are definitely not pure shame.

"Why. Why don't you even allow me to die with you." Sora cried.

Many spectators were amazed, watching the spectacle of the scattering of the flashing particles.