[Fate] Box and Servant

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This is a strange customer, the lady pharmacist working in the pharmacy thought silently, then packed the medicines needed by the customer, handed the paper bag over, and said: "Pain relief infusion and other medicines are in the It's inside, thank you for your patronage."

Patronage.The word was not misused, the lady was more salesperson than pharmacist.There are no so-called prohibited drugs in Pandora City, as long as there is a source of supply, some poor people who can't afford drugs come here to buy cough medicine, and small gangsters come here to buy cold medicine if they want to make drugs.And the sales lady here with a good salary never said anything, and she would prescribe medicine when the patient gave the order.

But this guest in front of me is really eye-catching for women, because of his tall figure, his forehead seems to be touching the top edge of the window. Every time he comes, he wears a black suit and leather gloves, with loose purple hair and low eyebrows. With his eyes closed, he naturally formed a melancholy expression.

Uh...that makes me feel itchy.The sales lady thought about it but didn't strike up a conversation. She knew that the danger in this city was too great.Besides, this handsome man was dressed like a Mr. Bodyguard, with bluetooth on his ears, and would come to buy painkillers and needles almost every night before closing the door. He was definitely not an ordinary person, so it was better not to get into trouble.

"Thank you." Lancelot nodded after paying the money, turned and left the pharmacy.As night falls, pharmacies are less crowded near residential areas, and the vicinity of the hotel is very bustling, but there are not many pharmacies, and some are unwilling to give these prescription drugs casually. Maybe it is because of superficial problems. It will be sold, but neither Sakura Matou nor Lancelot has the energy to do so.

The law and order in Pandora City is not good. The night tourists are indulged in the urban area, and the streets are very quiet. You can only see two or three office workers returning home after walking a street.Not knowing whether it was due to the weather or the smell from some residential house, Lancelot shook his nose, and finally there was an inexplicable stench permeating the air.

The bluetooth on the ear flashed rapidly, Lancelot pressed the button, and before the girl could speak, he said, "May I ask what's the matter?"

"There are heroic spirits, be careful." The girl's unwavering voice permeated Lancelot's eardrums through the advanced machinery. It was as cold as the fog in the night. Lancelot looked around, not to find the breath of the servant. He was looking for the familiar from Sakura Matou, but he frowned when he couldn't find it.

What the Master said suddenly made Berserker suspicious. Without any eyeliner, why would Matou Sakura, who was far away in the hotel in the city, know ahead of herself?Before Lancelot could figure it out, a gust of murderous wind came from behind, blowing his long purple hair into disorder as if to say hello, and the sound of undisguised footsteps resounded through the entire street, extremely arrogant.

Lancelot looked at his murderous master, and the blond young man gradually revealed a face that Lancelot was very familiar with under the dim light—ten years ago, when his master was Matou Kariya, with him Heroic Spirit Archer who has fought twice.

Archer's blood-red eyes fixed on Lancelot, who was about to face an enemy. He was in a good mood. After wandering all the way, he finally found a heroic spirit who was more worthy of a fight than the hidden assassin.Putting his hands in his trouser pockets, he stood in a relaxed posture, raised the corners of his mouth and exposed his fangs. This smile was full of fighting intent, and the golden ripples floating in the air gradually emerged from the dark sword hilt. He held it in his hand and waved it At once, the long sword with a dark sword face and a bright silver blade turned into a chain of light and attacked Lancelot!

The first knight who had experienced many battles waved his hand and put on his armor. Lancelot, who did not dare to underestimate the enemy, grasped the indestructible lake light and took a step forward, stably blocking it like a sword on a silent lake in the middle of the night. After this blow, the two sharp long swords pressed against each other tightly, Lancelot lowered his wrist, and the harsh sound of metal friction followed. The rapier held by Archer trembled, and Lancelot suppressed it with all his strength.

The blood-colored eyes were like dragon pupils, revealing strong excitement, shining under the dim street lamps, Archer waved away the indestructible lake light, stepped back, and charged towards Lancelot again with his sword. The calm air brought a fierce wind, and a slender and deep wound appeared on the side of Lancelot's face.

Due to Sakura Matou's relationship, Lancelot's stats remained at the level of the berserk period. It stands to reason that he could completely overwhelm the opponent in terms of strength and agility, but after dozens of moves, Lancelot realized that Archer's attack this time The master is also not weak, and although every move is disorderly, it disturbs Lancelot's rhythm a little bit, and the long sword derived from the king's treasure is not inferior to Wuhui Huguang.

However, Archer is an extremely arrogant guy, Lancelot knows this very well.Ten years ago, he stood on the street lamp and looked down at the crowd without concealment, sat on the throne and smiled and watched the sea monster swell, and now facing him who was fully armed but still did not put on the gold armor, the archer in ordinary clothes can be said to underestimate the enemy. laugh.

And this kind of heroic spirit will definitely reveal a gap once it faces the experienced and calm knight. The very patient Lancelot swung his sword to block the next attack, and the sharp sound echoed in the quiet street. Sparks burst into blinding light.

"Hey, nameless Heroic Spirit, why do you only defend, this kind of battle is really boring!" Archer stopped attacking, and jumped back a few steps, the arm holding the sword naturally dropped, and the other hand was inserted again. In the pocket of his trousers, he performed such a carefree movement, but it was particularly pleasing to the eye and revealed an invisible pressure, making it impossible not to answer any of his questions.

"My master didn't give an order." Lancelot didn't say much, maintaining a fighting posture on guard.

"Are you another dog that obeys fools? Oh, you are a ferocious beast. Heroic spirit, please use your martial skills to curry favor with me. What is your job title? Report it!"

"If you ask someone's name, you have to give your own first. Don't you know this bit of etiquette, you arrogant guy." Lancelot stood up straight, holding the sword in one hand, and turning his wrist, the moonlight flowed on the sword surface A Shizumi that doesn't match a weapon.

"This stupid holy grail has assigned the strongest king to the role of archer. You who hold the long sword, are you the saber this time? If so, it will really make me happy!" Archer carefully Looking at Lancelot who was standing guard not far away, his extraordinarily tall body was covered with gray-silver armor. Deadly, the silver chain fixed the cloak made of dark purple, gray and white on the broad shoulders, with a cross hanging from the end, and made a crisp sound as it hit the armor with the movement. Archer narrowed his eyes, and said with great interest: "Oh, are you also a knight?"

"I'm a rider." Lancelot lied, and Matou Sakura's voice came from the earphones just now. The girl didn't want him to tell her true job description. Berserker, who is still rational, thinks it is weird.

"rider?" archer raised his eyebrows after hearing the reply, the servant couldn't see the value, but his intuition as a king made him laugh slightly mockingly, and said, "ah ha ha ha ha, you are really ashamed of yourself Martial arts and knight status, heroic spirit who loves to lie." As soon as the voice fell, the weapon that appeared out of thin air shot at Lancelot with the bursting golden light, and the archer stepped forward unceremoniously and swung his sword to chop Lancelot's body. At the waist and abdomen, Lancelot blocked the archer's attack with the blade of his sword, and then quickly dodged a spear sideways.

These Noble Phantasms used as bows and arrows did not attack at random. Lancelot was caught off guard every time they attacked. In the fourth round, the two battles between Lancelot and Archer were purely long-distance. Lancelot never thought that Archer's close combat would be so good.King's Treasure's shooting and melee match are seamless, and a large piece of the solid iron armor on his body was shattered by the treasure, blood oozed out, and the severe pain aroused Lancelot's locked side, but he Trying to restrain myself.

Unless ordered by the master, it must not go berserk...absolutely not.His eyes hurt from being pierced by the golden light. The first knight didn't dare to blink, lest he miss any treasure flying towards him. Facing such a fierce attack, he only had this thought in his mind. The bluetooth had already lost hearing the girl's voice. It was replaced by a mechanical hoarse electric sound.The proud knight already had a deep feeling of repulsion towards madness. Thinking of the thin man who lay on the bed and never opened his eyes, Lancelot felt an inexplicable emotion flow into his seething heart. magic.

At the same time that Archer stabbed the rapier into his belly, the barserker, who restrained his madness, raised his huge hand to cover the arrogant face, blood sprayed out, he ignored it completely, and pressed the enemy to the concrete floor wholeheartedly.

During the fierce battle, they didn't notice the changes around them. The thin and light mist gradually became cloudy, heavy like a silk-like curtain with a strange color, and like dark paint dripping into the water, spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye. Open until the entire water surface is covered.

At the other end of this weird fog - another group of contestants walked briskly with big bags and small bags.

That is Box and Saber, probably a cigarette addict, Box put the paper bag on the edge of the flower bed, took out a newly bought cigarette from one of the bags, tore off the transparent plastic film, opened the cover, and uncovered the paper bag. With the film, the aroma of tobacco came out completely, which made me feel happy. When I pushed my thumb up, the cigarette holder was closed by the thin red lips.Clicking, clicking, the crisp sound didn't change in any way, but it couldn't ignite the cigarette anyway, which made the box irritable. Saber, who was watching from the side, sighed, took the lighter and tried it a few times, and the cigarette that came out of the hole The sparks flickered for a few times and then disappeared, without even a small flame emerging.

"Could it be a substandard product?" Saber held it in her hand and looked over and over again, sighed lightly, put the cigarette back into the box resignedly, retrieved the lighter and threw it away, and threw it accurately into the trash can far away Inside.

"It should be because of the damn fog." Ji moved his small nose, and immediately frowned. The unpleasant and grainy fog was really disgusting. He clicked his tongue and said disgustedly: "This city won't It's polluted so fast, the air is so bad... No, it's fine in the afternoon."

Saber raised his head, his blue pupils were covered with a layer of gray-green by the thick mist, and the mist was so high that he couldn't see the night sky clearly. Subconsciously approached, he didn't stop until he could clearly see Box's displeased expression, and said, "This fog is wrong, please master not stay away from me." As soon as the voice fell, he stretched out his hand to hold Box's wrist, Just when he was about to lift the box and pull it closer to him, a ray of light flashed in front of his eyes. In the blink of an eye, blood sprayed from the crook of the box's arm. Before Saber and the box could react, a huge wound appeared on the box's abdomen. The sudden wound tore through the cotton shirt, fine pieces of fabric and buttons fell to the ground, thick blood soaked Saber's sleeve.

The thick bloody smell stimulated Saber's brain. When the box swung Saber away, he turned around and kicked fiercely in the strange foggy mid-air. As expected, the real touch could be transmitted through the leather boots. Flipping over flexibly, the small dark purple leather heels stepped firmly on the ground after opening the distance. The girl holding the dagger, no, she can already be called a girl.The slightly bulging childishness all reminded her of her growth. The upper body was wearing a small vest and the lower body was barely wearing anything. The thin-edged briefs wrapped the girl's upturned buttocks, and the black belt on the thigh socks showed a little sensuality. The clothes that seem to be easy to move but are too sexy always make people want to put on a long skirt for this young girl.The girl didn't care at all, with light gray-gold almond eyes open, the corners of her mouth drooping slightly, her short silver hair was as soft as a child's lanugo, with a fragile luster. Doubt means.She slowly opened her pale lips, and said in an unexpectedly childish voice, "It's really strange."

Saber held the transparent long sword, and the armor wrapped around his body little by little with the running steps.The sharp sword slashed, and the short blade caught it. This movement seemed so easy that Saber was surprised. The girl's too slender arms did not have any muscle contours. She relied on her own agility and dexterity to resist Saber's full blow. Her forehand Holding the knife, the blade was stuck in the back of the knife, and the blade slanted and slid down the blade. The girl cut Saber's wrist with a backhand. Fortunately, the knife was not deep, and did not affect the large blood vessels and meridians. Threads of blood trickled down the back of his hand and onto the ground.

Swordsmen never retreat because of injuries, but the girl is like a floating ghost, which is even more difficult to figure out in this dense fog. The wrist can be flexibly turned to resist the long sword or use the sharp blade and the tip to cut the skin and separate the flesh and blood. The small leather shoes stepped on the ground like stepping on the fog without making a sound. She spun and jumped around Saber, and every time she waved her hand, it brought a string of blood beads. This was a cruel dance.

While recovering the wound on his abdomen, Ji watched the battle situation. The move just now was really weird. During the attack, the assassin's aura was exposed. The strange thing was that the wound didn't seem like it could be cut with a short blade in such a short time, but it seemed like a kind of magic.This Servant is undoubtedly an Assassin, but compared to Lancer's speed, it's still a bit slower. After seeing the battle between Saber and Lancer, I feel puzzled. Saber's attack speed is really abnormal.

"Saber, it's mist!" Said the box to Saber with his palm pressed against his stomach.

Saber didn't reply and concentrated on fighting, but he miscalculated a bit, the center of gravity of the assassin who was wrestling with him was not on him, the assassin stepped on the sword he swung, kicked hard to turn over in the air, and pulled away in the blink of an eye distance from each other.

There were four scabbards tied to her upturned buttocks, two of which were held by petite hands, while the other two were pulled out by invisible forces from the scabbards, flying around the girl's body, and the surrounding fog rolled purple The strange green color, the sticky smell at the tip of the nose is more obvious, the trachea is so dry that it sticks together, the lungs are aching, and the small leather shoes take a step forward.

'Click' - this is the only sound of assassin's footsteps that makes Saber's heart tighten, her petite body is vaguely exposed in the mist, but her gray-gold eyes are as bright as a shining blade surrounding a girl, and the cold air is overflowing .

What kind of moment was this for Saber?

It was rare to stand obediently behind him. The box that had been seriously injured once was like a grapefruit that was cut open by a child with a fruit knife. Blood sprayed out again from the split flesh. Stained with blood, Saber can hear the sound of mist rolling and blood bursting out of the water.

"It's strange, why the internal organs haven't been ripped out. Could it be that the disintegration of the Virgin Mary has failed...?" The girl tilted her head with a puzzled face, her voice was sweet and vague, just like a toddler who just learned to speak, she He raised his hand holding the dagger backwards, raised his little finger, which was still dripping with warm blood, and stuck it to his pale lips, stretched out his soft tongue, licked the space between his fingers, and said, "Oh, this is blood. The taste is fishy, ​​salty and slightly sweet, but...it is different from the people I have killed before, hey, big sister, are you human?"

"Cough, cough, cough..." Although the internal organs were not pulled out, the body was still churned into a ball, and blood overflowed from the nasal cavity and lower lip. He wiped his nose casually, stood up straight and replied, "No Oh, you have picked the wrong target, little sister."

"Ah!" Assassin, who was called a little girl by the box, nodded with a clear face and said, "Sure enough, otherwise I wouldn't be able to kill you, women are very fragile, even if I don't use the mist, I can easily kill you." Cut out their wombs." Such cruel words, but the girl had a normal face, as if she was just discussing the delicious cookies she baked.

"The little girl's curse is so powerful that it can actually hurt me. Oh, and this mist, it not only affected Saber but also helped you a lot, right?" Box coughed for a while and then stopped. His wounds were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and these pains were nothing to Box.

But it's different for saber.

The blond swordsman's eyes flickered, he raised the sword with one hand and swung it down seemingly casually, at the same time the gust of wind howled from the sword, just like the anger in his heart at this moment.No matter how thick the curtain-like fog is, it will still be blown away by strong winds. It doesn't need much, just a place where the rats have no place to hide, and Saber can defeat them.

Is this sudden arrogance...?

No.

Saber pursed her lips, her face was cold, her restored agility merged with the wind, and a dazzling light burst out. When the sword swung down, the silver-haired girl was still licking the blood in the crevice of her nails. Saber didn't want to hurt assassin , The dodged sword move brought up gusts of wind after another, this was his purpose.

The weak and petite girl couldn't stand upright very quickly, the wind was like countless swords, blowing her whole body with wounds.

It's tactics, it's torture.

Assassin can sneak in the fog of nothingness and illusion, so what about in the wind?This is like a bird locked in a narrow cage, even if it flaps its wings, it is useless.

Brilliant brilliance shrouded the sword. The Wind King Barrier is the glory of the king. Strength and speed are also treasures bestowed on him by the heavens. In the blink of an eye, the wider sword pierced Assassin's shoulder. I have to say This girl's skill is indeed very good, and she was able to escape the fatal blow under the pressure of the strong wind. The pain caused her to cry, her gray-gold pupils stared at Saber, she bit her lower lip, raised her hand to hold it With the sword body, the toe kicked hard, the short blade bounced the long sword away, and leaped in the air, like a small beast with a wounded head, successfully escaped from the silver sickle of death with animal intuition and explosive speed.

The fog gradually dissipated, and the plants in the flower beds showed a decaying posture. He wiped his bloody hands on his pants, and looked through his shopping bags. Fortunately, there was no major problem. Take a breath. Saber, ignoring that she was still wearing armor, stepped forward and held the round shoulder of the box, forcing the other side to face herself, without saying anything, her hand slid down the arm, and directly stuck to the belly of the box, the hand armor completely disappeared the touch, Saber frowned displeasedly and unloaded the magic weapon, and finally felt the warm skin in the palm of her hand.

There are no wounds, but there is a tight and firm but still elastic abdomen, the Command Seal on the chest is intact, and there are no wounds on the back.After careful inspection, Saber let out a long sigh, which was a sigh of relief.

Let Saber check the box back and forth, and when he finished, he raised his hand and patted Saber's shoulder, saying: "It's okay, don't be nervous, I still have your Avalon on me, I can't die Lose!"

After hearing this, Saber immediately raised her eyebrows, wanted to sigh, but tried her best to restrain herself, and said in a slightly displeased voice: "What stupid things are you talking about."

"Hey, it's all right, you touched it just now, and the wound is healed." As if he was worried about Saber, Hajime held Saber's broad hand with both hands, stuck it to his skin again, and said: " Right? Fortunately, the focus of assassination is on the stomach, not the chest, otherwise the newly bought underwear will definitely break."

The corners of the mouth raised slightly irresistibly, and after the mist receded, the moonlight filled the path again, and fell on the blond hair dyed a little blood-colored from the box, blurring into a thin circle of light. Saber didn't know how many times she had this helpless expression facing the box, and even her tone of voice couldn't restrain her helplessness, she said in a deep voice, "You don't want to obediently wait for me to fight because you are afraid that your underwear will break Is it over?" Without using any honorifics, Saber asked the question so naturally.

"Of course!" He turned around and took out the cigarette case, but remembered that he had thrown the lighter into the trash can, sighed sadly, and continued to answer Saber's question, saying, "Isn't this the case for all women? Besides, this underwear It’s really not suitable for fighting, let alone turn over, lower your waist and raise your breasts, and your head is about to run out. But it’s stained with blood... Fortunately, the one I bought is red, oh, it’s also good that I bought a special one Washing powder. But you should send your clothes to the dry cleaner tomorrow, I knew I would have made you wear that ugly outfit, hey." He frowned slightly, pouted his lips, and looked very cute, as if he was coquettish. Saber didn't know where to start.

This woman who was injured so badly can calmly help him analyze the battle situation, heals her wounds silently without making a fuss, doesn't complain after the battle and still thinks about how to wash her clothes... Saber lowered her eyes, feeling an indescribable feeling in her heart popped out.

Saber took off his coat, and gently slipped his wrists into the sleeves while holding the suitcase, and gathered the skirt. A suit with only one button couldn't cover the woman's fair breasts. A brooch can fasten the skirt tightly.

Box then stuffed the paper bag belonging to Saber into his hand, held Saber's hand in one hand and held his own in the other, and said, "Go home first, after taking a shower, I'll get down to business, I'm so sticky and uncomfortable."

Saber came back to his senses, nodded and smiled at him, but he didn't push the box, and walked towards the apartment.