Hey Timothy Grail

"──That's right, my name is Mordred, and I am the sole and orthodox heir to Knight King Arthur Pendragon."

"See you, rejoice, tremble, a legendary king will fight side by side with you."

"But... aren't you rebellious?"

The subconscious question of Lion Jiejieli instantly made Xiao Mo's face turn red, and he immediately faltered, "Well, that's right, I did rebel" "Because the king didn't recognize my ability" "No matter the sword Skills and governance, I am equal to that perfect king—no, I should surpass the king." "That king resists my existence because of my origin" This kind of sentence instantly fills the air with joy.

Ah, this wave, this wave of old Maud himself!

That cold voice was definitely not because she was no longer agitated, but on the contrary, the anger and hatred that was enough to make her whole body tremble was hidden in her body.

"So I ended everything in a rebellious way, and let the king know that her ideals have no meaning."

That's right, according to legend, it was indeed Mordred who drove King Arthur to his death.Even though he was pierced by the holy spear, Mordred still gave King Arthur a fatal blow.

King Arthur, who was dying, finally returned the holy sword to the lake and sank forever in the ideal land [Avalon], while Mordred died on the hill of Camlann, and only the notoriety of the rebel knight was handed down to future generations.

"Ah, so, Saber, is your wish to become king?"

For Mordred, who was denied the right to inherit the throne, becoming king must be a wish that he hopes to use the power of the Holy Grail to realize.

But the bear kid Mordred responded to Lion Jie's question in an even more arrogant tone.

"No, no, I have no intention of becoming king with the power of the Holy Grail. Even if I become king like this, my father will definitely not approve of me. Master, my wish is to challenge the chosen sword again, that's all."

"...Is the chosen sword the one that King Arthur pulled out from the stone?"

Mordred nodded, that's right, because King Arthur was fooled by a conscientious guy, at the age of 14 he successfully pulled out the sword in the stone, which symbolized destiny, and thus obtained the qualification to become king.

If Mordred can also draw that sword, it means that she is indeed considered worthy to be king.However, her wish has a fatal flaw.

Lion Jie Jieli asked in a low voice: ""

"I—meaning, hypothetical, may I ask a question?"

"It's impossible."

"What if the Holy Grail finally grants your wish, but you can't pull it out?"

That's right, since it is a challenge to choose the sword, of course there is a possibility that it cannot be pulled out, after all, it is the sword of king's choice that only one person can pull out throughout the ages.

Even Mordred, who inherited the blood of King Arthur, might not be able to pull it out successfully.

"Master, your question is stupid. After all—"I can't pull it out"!"

Xiao Mo suddenly raised his head and puffed up his chest, asserting so confidently and unreasonably.

The sense of oppression coming from her voice does have the courage to be a king, she might really be able to pull out that sword easily.

"Then Master, without further ado, please give me instructions. Where is the enemy that should be killed?"

Lion Jie slightly comforted Mordred who asked with a cheerful voice.

"Haven't you heard the idiom 'haste makes waste'?"

"It's none of my business, I was summoned to kill seven enemies."

It seems that the Holy Grail has given her the basic knowledge about this Holy Grail War.

"That's true, but we still don't know what kind of opponent the hostile seven are."

A small flutter of wings from the sky made them both look up, and a gray crow was perched on top of a tree.The bird-like eyes that couldn't see any emotion flickered non-stop, and after spitting out the paper in its mouth, the pigeon flew away as if it had completed its task.

Lion Jie picked up the paper, and Xiao Mo also looked at it with great interest.

"Use a crow as a familiar?"

"That's right, it's in line with the habits of necromancers."

"Tsk tsk... where are we going now."

"Go and meet the Holy Lady who knows everything."

"Who??"

"Saint of France, Joan of Arc"

Lion Jie crushed the note that read "Ruler has arrived at London Airport at [-] o'clock today evening".

Who was it that sent him the message? ?

The Magic Association, the Clock Tower, or the Holy Church? ?

In this regard, Mr. Necromancer, who has successfully summoned Saber, has nothing to fear.

If there are demons and monsters ahead, the newly born King of Knights will slash them all with one sword.

He has this confidence in her! !

PS: After taking the train for seven or eight hours, I finally got home at ten o’clock in the evening. I wrote it for two hours, and I will try to add it tomorrow~~ I’m asking for a blade and a monthly pass here. Don’t vote for waste at the end of the month, right? (laugh).

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011 Rin Tohsaka's Bajiquan!Cunjin Open Sky! !

──According to the notification sent back by the "crow", the adjudicator did not transform into a spirit body for some reason, but hitchhiked to the clock tower in London.

then.

Pry open the door on the road at will, and then drive the engine by magic under the memory of "modern car theft".

The necromancer brought his newborn servant to the necessary road to the clock tower early.

Only by waiting on this road, the adjudicator's free ride will pass here sooner or later.

However, as one of the masters of the red side of the Holy Grail War, Shishi Jiejielidao didn't mean to embarrass the ruler, but just wanted to find out enough information from him, if he could use a spare Command Spell or two It couldn't be better!

Originally claiming to be the only heir to the King of Knights, a high-ranking red knight Mordred is absolutely impossible to obediently wait for the enemy to arrive in one place, but his master is obviously an older single dog, but coaxing girls The child's means are simply first-rate.

Thousands of wears, no flattery.

The very useful Saber obediently sat on the boundary marker.

Still, she had some doubts about the order.Because the target is not an enemy servant, not an enemy master, or even killing innocent people in large numbers to replenish mana.

Lion Jie's first thought was actually the No. 15 servant of "Jielu"—it is said to be the adjudicator in charge of judging this war, which made the bear tilt his head in confusion.

Speaking of which, the adjudicator will not side with either side.

They will only preach to those who violate the rules and give corresponding punishments, presumably to prevent the existence of the Holy Grail War itself from being untenable.

Although most of them eventually became black whistle.

"Hey, Uncle Useless, that adjudicator is not a beauty, right? You will think of blocking other people's way in the middle of the night, and you have agreed in advance that if you help the evildoers and force the good into prostitution, the awareness of being a knight king will not allow me to do it." This is against chivalry."

Even so, the Master is still the Master.Although Xiongzi would refute the uncle's decision, she still couldn't help but make a move at critical times.

"Hmm... what are you thinking? Do you think I'm the one who can do this kind of thing??"

"Isn't it?"

"Ah this..."

On the high mountains near the clock tower, the trees are densely arranged on both sides, as if following some strange law.

In this place where you can't see your fingers, even if there is a nuclear explosion scene that you like to hear, it should be suppressed by the enchantment that comes with this mountain.

It is worthy of the London Clock Tower, the second flattest place in the world.

In front of me are lonely and falling leaves, and the cold wind brought by the night also has a bit of bitterness.

When the darkness of the forest under the moonlit night was about to cover the shadow of Mordred's face, the man who was smoking a cigar and playing with the bullet in his severed hand spoke.

"Saber, do you know my uncle's long-cherished wish for the Holy Grail?"

"Oh, let me think about it, money, status, roots???"

"It's not a woman, is it?"

"...Well, it's all wrong."

The thick voice seemed to kill all the vitality around him, the temperament of being a necromancer magician was beyond words at this moment, the hideous scar of Lion Jiejie Li was full of inexhaustible anguish, even the magician wearing sunglasses Facing the legendary King of Knights, it is also difficult to untie his knot.

"I want a child, an heir who can inherit my strong genes, a complete engraving, and everything in the Lion Jie family."

"Because of the necromancer magic I practiced and my misfortune, every adopted child of mine died in an accident, so I can only achieve this by relying on the almighty liver blaster."

Lion Jie in a black coat looks even more like a tombstone than a tombstone when he is not moving. From his vicissitudes, anyone can understand his tragic life, just like an epitaph.

Mordred sighed upon hearing the sound, with a strange expression on his face.

"What? I feel that compared to Saber, you challenge Wang Xuan's unrivaled temperament, my desire for selfish desires is too small, right?"

"No, I just suddenly thought of you, master, you deliberately stuck here at night, you don't want the adjudicator to be your daughter. It sounds even weirder, so perverted!"

"enough."

"The target has arrived."

Shishi Jie originally wanted to reply with righteous words. In fact, it was a good attempt for Saber to be my daughter at your age, but just as the words came to his lips, the two of them noticed the faint lights of car headlights flashing in the distance at the same time.

Yes.

After chatting with Sister Tohsaka for two hours, when the pickup truck that Joan of Arc took finally arrived at the area where the clock tower belonged, the ruler's [Revelation] class skill made her suddenly realize that there was someone from a few kilometers away. breath.

The alarm in the saint's heart sounded instantly, danger, danger!

That follower is very dangerous!

"──Please pull the car aside!"

The blond girl said so to the old driver, ready to stop the truck that was constantly moving.

"What's going on..."