My Wife Can't Be a Liar

Mei Li said through gritted teeth.

Wu Luo kissed her forehead slightly, then lowered her head and asked, "Meili, have you confirmed that Shabu won this match?"

"Well, it's almost confirmed. Now the competition field has fallen into the most unfavorable situation for Emiya, oh, no, that archer. Now they are competing for magic power to see whose magic power can't hold it first. Although that Sha Cloth consumes more magic power than that of the Archer, but the base of her magic power is much higher than that of the Archer, and the two are not in the same order of magnitude at all."

Mei Li smiled and said to Wu Luo.

But at this moment, Wu Luo grasped a question in Mei Li's tone, and asked her strangely: "Wait, you just said that archer is called Wei Gong? I don't know any famous person with this surname. Who is he? Which Heroic Spirit?"

"This is..."

Mei Li smiled slightly, and then showed a narrow expression.

"Darling, do you know? You and I exist independently of the timeline, what would happen if we didn't appear?"

"The result? The result won't make much difference, will it?"

Listening to Mei Li's question, Wu Luo scratched her head and asked in doubt.

However, he got a meaningful shake of the head from Meili.

"Darling, if I didn't instruct you to save Sakura back then, then Sakura would have become the adopted daughter of the Matou family, and then transformed by that old bug. And Shiro, that little guy, he wouldn't have entered In the line of sight of the Matou family."

"Then Shirou will always be at home, right?"

Wu Luo continued.

Mellie shook her head.

"If there is no Darling, the Holy Grail War will only be a tragedy, and it will be a tragedy that swept across Fuyuki City. Under this tragedy, Shirou would also lose his parents. However, at that time, he would have another adoptive father. Its name is Emiya Kiritsugu."

Chapter 20 Game [-] - Killer Tennis ([-])

"What will happen after that? What will happen to Shirou?"

Upon hearing what Mei Li said, Wu Luo asked nervously.

Because of what he knew about Emiya Kiritsugu back then, he believed that under his influence, it was extremely detrimental to the physical and mental health of every teenager.

Facing this question, Meili pouted at Archer on the field.

"No, that's it. He also became a heroic spirit in the end. But, he seems to have a lot of hatred for himself and wants to kill his past self."

"What!? Should I tell Shirou?"

Wu Luo was very concerned about the situation of the children he saved back then.

But for this question, Meili has her own ideas.

"It's okay, it's okay, that guy is going to kill Emiya Shirou, what does it have to do with Matou Shirou?"

Mellie said nonchalantly.

Moreover, he looked back at Wu Luo, and then said in a confident tone: "Besides, I'm still here. Don't worry, everything is under my control. A mere archer can't make any waves. of!"

"Alright then, let's continue watching the game!"

Now that Mei Li has already mentioned this, Wu Luo will not say anything more.

At this moment, the husband and wife turned their attention to the playing field of the tennis court.

Sure enough, the final result of the matter was as expected by Mei Li beside him. Under the infinite magic power of Shabu, Archer's body gradually couldn't support it. The whole person seemed to be salvaged from the water, completely covered by sweat. Soaked.

"The defeat seems inevitable. But even so, I still won't give up easily. Wait, Mei Li didn't say that she can't attack the opponent, did she?"

Sweating, Archer thought to himself in his heart.

Afterwards, he stared at the heirs of the black goats surrounding Shabu with gleam in his eyes, and continued to release his own projection magic.

But this time, he won't be projecting something small like a tennis racket.

Maybe it will anger this Shabu later, but in order to win, he can only decide in this way.

"Shabu, get ready for a showdown!"

Archer shouted loudly, and then the atmosphere around the entire arena changed rapidly.

The originally clear sky has now turned into a dim yellow, not the color of the setting sun, but more like a post-modern feeling from old metal.

Countless mechanical parts, gears, and incomplete long swords appeared on the ground, but in the sky, at this moment, it became a canopy of treasures.

Noble Phantasms, countless Noble Phantasms, countless Noble Phantasms that seem to have the desire to attack.

Seeing this, Wu Luo's face changed slightly, and then he said to Mei Li: "Do you know who I think of?"

"Darling, I know, you must be thinking of Gilgamesh back then, right? But let me tell you, there is a big difference between the two."

Mellie said with a smile.

"What's the difference?"

Hearing what she said, Wu Luo asked curiously.

"Gilgamesh owns the treasury of Babylon, and every piece of his king's treasure is genuine. And the archer in front of him can be said to be just an imitation. Of course, it does not mean that the latter is necessarily weaker than the former. But there are fundamental differences between the two.”

Mellie explained to him.

"Okay, then let's continue watching these battles!"