The years I was a hero

Kotomine Kirei didn't know what kind of mood he was holding to hide the specialness of the Berserker from Tohsaka Toki, but the excitement of watching the pure white heroic spirit being chopped off was an unconcealable fact.

"Saber." Irisviel looked at the girl in the blue dress who had returned to the castle and walked forward worriedly.

Saber shook her head silently, clenched her hands hanging by her side tightly, "Why on earth, master..." Is he so indifferent to life? !

Anger was suppressed in Saber's emerald green eyes, Caster threatened them with the lives of the children, but Emiya Kiritsugu, as the Master, indifferently let them go.

He even asked Saber not to make a move.

Saber knew that it was the caster's conspiracy, but Emiya Kiritsugu's behavior really chilled Saber.As a knight Saber has always followed his own rules.

Humility, integrity, mercy, valor, justice, sacrifice, honor, soul.

In the face of a strong enemy, fearless, courageous and loyal, worthy of God, loyal and upright, would rather die than surrender, protect the weak, no violation of the law of nature.

Although she is a woman, she is a well-deserved knight king and the red dragon that protects Great Britain.

But Saber didn't expect that her master was such an indifferent person.Violating her code time and time again.

Saber couldn't help but clenched her hands tightly, the anger couldn't be concealed on her pretty face.Irisviel held Saber's hand worriedly, "Saber, Kiritsugu..."

"Irisviel, there's no need to defend him anymore. Even if his wish is great and kind, it can't hide that he is a guy who will not save him."

Saber closed her eyes, gently stroked Irisviel's hand away, looked at a closed door on the second floor with extreme disappointment, and turned back to her room.

The beautiful woman with long silver hair looked worriedly at Saber's petite figure, "The relationship between Saber and Kiritsugu is getting worse and worse."

During the Holy Grail War, the master and the servant were companions of the same faction, but the only situations where the master and slave got along so unpleasantly were Saber and Emiya Kiritsugu.

Pushing open the door of the room, Irisviel frowned and looked at the silent man in the room.

"Kiritsugu, your performance today made me and Saber so sad."

Watching the caster killing the children one by one, watching the immature lives disappear one after another, even the artificial Irisviel felt angry, let alone the knight Saber.

And Emiya Kiritsugu's performance was too indifferent, so indifferent that people were frightened.

The tall black-haired man was smoking a cigarette in silence, his dark eyes were dull and deep, "I'm sorry, Eri." Stuffing out the cigarette, Emiya Kiritsugu turned to look at his beautiful wife.

In the suppressed and empty pupils, the pain and fragility undulate in the black deep pool, "For the final victory, everything is worth it."

In order to achieve his final goal, he will do whatever it takes.

Irisviel hugged her dazed and fragile husband distressedly, "You will succeed, Kiritsugu, for the final great ideal."

The tenderness and beauty hidden in the depths of this man's heart can only be understood by careful interpretation.

"I will succeed for you and Illya." Emiya Kiritsugu remembered his daughter who was far away in Einzbern Castle, tenderness and longing appeared on his indifferent face.

Irisviel stroked Emiya Kiritsugu's cheek with great distress, "Yes, we must succeed for Illya's sake."

Only by ending the Holy Grail War on her, will her daughter not become the container of the Holy Grail.Irisviel has a beautiful and gentle smile, which is her destiny and the only thing she can fight for her daughter.

"I'm sorry, Ellie." Looking at his beautiful and innocent wife, the pain in Emiya Kiritsugu's eyes deepened, and he hugged Irisviel tightly. In the dimly lit room, the two vented their fragility with a hug.

Jiang Min landed in the woods, the wings on his back were retracted, a layer of fine white dragon scales appeared on his face, and a manic breath emerged from his body. He used too much magic power to repair his body.

As expected of Saber, that sword almost cut him in half, and the sword energy in the wind also destroyed the inside of his body along the wound. Just now, Jiang Min's body seemed to have only been cut with a sword.

But the inside has been shattered by the sword energy, leaving only an empty shell.

Instantly summoned a large amount of mana recovery, and Kariya Matou didn't have enough mana to replenish, Jiang Min felt that he was about to lose his mind and become a real berserker.

He needs healing.

The scarlet pupils shrank into vertical pupils, carrying the indifference and cruelty of reptiles.

As if sensing something, Jiang Min's rational and crazy eyes flashed with greed, and his pale and bloodless cheeks were handsome and sinister under the moonlight.

Like the legendary vampire accompanying the cemetery.

Diarmuid moved quickly in the woods. If the route was okay, Berserker finally came here.

Surrounded by dead silence, Diarmuid stopped and looked around vigilantly with two guns in hand, ready to fight.

The sound of rustling sounded from all directions, it was the sound of leaves being blown by the wind.

"Clang!" The long gun met the black long knife, and Diarmuid looked at Jiang Min who suddenly attacked him in shock, and he realized that something was wrong with Jiang Min.

Rather than saying something was wrong, it was better to say that the white heroic spirit at this moment was a berserker.

The fine white dragon scales emerged from the flesh and blood on the cheeks, the vertical pupils that were not human-like, and the crazy and obscure breath, all these were telling Diarmuid.

The berserker was out of control, or on the verge of it.

Looking greedily at Diarmuid, Jiang Min licked his lips, "What should I say, fortunately you are here? It's really timely, Diarmuid."

Diarmuid looked at Jiang Min vigilantly, every cell in his body was clamoring for the danger of the heroic spirit in front of him, "Calm down, berserker, we are allies."

Jiang Min shrugged, "Yes, ally, since you are an ally, shouldn't you help me?"

He frowned, a bit of grievance and confusion appeared on his handsome face, and his beast-like eyes fixed on Diarmuid.

"But, I'm really suffering now, help me, Diarmuid." The soft and hoarse voice contained a distressing plea, and no one could refuse such a plea.

After the last sound, Jiang Min had already disappeared from Diarmuid's sight. A sense of crisis struck, and Diarmuid suddenly woke up and jumped away.

Where it stood before, a white piranha bloomed, devouring the soil and grass leaves.

"Dang!" Turning around to block Jiang Min who suddenly appeared behind him, Diarmuid took two steps back from the huge shock before standing still.

"Good boy, don't resist." With a long knife in his hand, Jiang Min smiled bloody and evil, and walked towards Diarmuid step by step.

Diarmuid calmly analyzed the current situation. The separated limbs did not appear, only a piranha, plus Berserker's current state and fighting style.

Diarmuid knew that Berserker lacked magic power. If he had a separate limb, he might not be able to run away today, but if he didn't...

Maximizing the speed advantage of the lancer job title, Diarmuid began to retreat.

Jiang Min's eyes were full of irritability, "One or two, do you think you can run away if you think you can, why don't you obediently leave yourself to me?"

Diarmuid used his speed to the extreme, as long as he returned to Kariya Matou, there must be a way to bring Berserker back to his senses.

"Linglingling!" The black chains fluttered through the gaps between the trees, like spirit snakes.

Diarmuid screamed in his heart that it was not good, and knocked off a black chain that was entangled, and more chains took the opportunity to catch up. Diarmuid was accidentally entangled in his calf.

Being dragged staggered, the other chains had chrysalised up and entangled Diarmuid's limbs, tightly imprisoning Diarmuid's movements.

Diarmuid was hung in the woods, and the treasure was thrown aside. He had lost the ability to resist and became a prisoner.

"The speed is quite fast." The pure white heroic spirit approached slowly, and looked at the suspended Diarmuid playfully. Jiang Min's back was split into more than a dozen openings, and each opening was a mouth.

More than a dozen chains are derived from the mouth.

Diarmuid raised his head and looked at Jiang Min angrily, "Do you want the alliance to break up?"

Jiang Min raised his eyebrows, walked in front of Diarmuid, and lowered the chain so that Jiang Min and Diarmuid could look at each other.

Stretching out his hand to caress Diarmuid's handsome face, Jiang Min moved closer, rubbing Diarmuid's pale lips with his fingers, and the pure white heroic eyes were greedy.

Warm breath hit his face, Diarmuid tried to break free from Jiang Min's hand awkwardly, but it didn't work.

"As a Celtic, you are surprisingly innocent." Jiang Min's voice was deep and ambiguous as he stuck to Diarmuid's ear, and he chuckled softly. The smooth and fair skin is coated with a layer of crimson.

Diarmuid couldn't help shrinking his head, because of the things in his life, he has been avoiding this aspect intentionally or unintentionally, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is innocent.

"If I lost control, you would have died long ago, not only you, but also your master."

The deep voice drilled into Diarmuid's ears like a small hook, and Diarmuid couldn't help but move his throat.

"So I just need to replenish the magic now." Jiang Min licked the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were misty.

Rubbing Diarmuid's neck, vigorous blood rushed in the blood vessels, and the scarlet tongue licked the corner of his mouth.

The thirst for magic power in Jiang Min's eyes finally couldn't be suppressed, he bit Diarmuid's side neck, the muscle was torn by the sharp teeth, blood rich in magic power poured into his mouth.

Satisfaction appeared in Jiang Min's eyes.

Diarmuid's body froze, he could feel the rapid loss of blood and magic power, and he could also feel the warm touch on the skin from time to time.

The dragon scales on his face gradually faded, rationality replaced mania, and the cold animality in his eyes disappeared. Jiang Min let go of his mouth and licked the wound reluctantly.

Diarmuid had lost consciousness, his face was pale, and his magic power was missing a lot, so he almost left the scene.

The chain was released and retracted into Jiang Min's body, Jiang Min took advantage of the opportunity to catch the unconscious Diarmuid, "I'm sorry, tsk, Kotomine Kirei, I remember you."

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