gaze of war

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In addition, there is a classmate called "What can I save you, my lower limit", I saw you sent me a long comment in the background, but it was deleted inexplicably!Please contact me or send it again!Every long comment is a treasure I want to cherish TT

Lancer blankly raised his left hand holding the short spear, and let go of his palm.

He stared blankly at his palm.

As if it had suddenly become someone else's.

The magic... is replenished.

Weak cold magic power flowed into the body.

The source is...

Hot blood spattered from this man's body.

Lancer's head, which was feverish with hatred and killing intent, became slightly sober.

His sanity began to return, and his mind began to function again.

He looked at the black-clothed priest in front of him, saw his embarrassed appearance and calm expression, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

The contact of □ produced a return of magic power, which meant that there was a [contract] between them.

His contract with Kenneth had been transferred to Sola by himself after his death... and then completely terminated with Sola's death.

After the contract is terminated, it can be re-concluded.

There is only one master of a heroic spirit, but the servant of the master can have many people—as long as his magic power is enough to afford it.

Both parties who have concluded a contract will achieve "synchronization" to a certain extent due to the communication and sharing of magic power.The heroic spirit can feel the master's crisis, and the master can fully understand everything about the heroic spirit.

But he couldn't feel the breath of the man in front of him at all.

The pact they made between them was anomalous.

...That's right, this man said something like this just now—【Your loyalty in exchange for her death—and then, become the servant of me, the murderer. 】

What a joke.

Just relying on you, you are also worthy to be my master——? !

Lancer's eyes flicked across Kotomine Kirei's face.

The red eyes like a cold-blooded animal narrowed slightly, and the corners of the mouth pulled out a sarcastic arc.Slightly raising his chin, Lancer fixed his eyes on Kotomine Kirei from a overlooking angle.

The man in black looked very embarrassed now.

His right shoulder drooped unnaturally, and a long gash was drawn horizontally from his abdomen, and the surrounding area was soaked in blood from the gash.

His face was pale with blood and pain, but his brown eyes remained unmoved.

...It's just a slightly stronger human being.

That magic power... the overflowing magic power that is enough to support him is definitely not something this priest can afford.

What's more, he is still burdening the mana consumption of the assassin battle at the same time——

Of course, Lancer's peripheral vision flicked to the ground.

The assassin whose body was torn apart by him has all disappeared.Their bodies are composed of spiritual power, and when their lives die, they will be re-formed into spiritual particles without leaving any traces.

...there are no assassins anymore.

Most of them died in the battle with Caster, and the rest of them were all pierced by Lancer's spear point and took their lives.

In any case... the man who had borne the consumption of their battle would never behave so calmly.

So... the mana he consumes in battle... who is supplying...?

Lancer is definitely not the kind of brainless brave man.

He keenly smelled the truth from countless clues.

He felt the magical power flowing into his body - cold, dark, but... faintly irritable... as if even the cold exhalation carried a violent fighting intent.

As cold and dark as death.

It was as violent and brutal as a war.

This is……

The power of "her".

The power that now supports his body, the magic that flows smoothly through his body—

This is Morrigan's power.

Using this man's body as a container, dormant in a place he cannot detect...creating the illusion of a contract.

——She deliberately created a superficial contract between herself and this man.

However, the magic power to run this contract comes from herself.

In another, more cryptic form, Morrigan reproduced Kenneth El-Meloy Archibald's technique of "separating the command spell from the offering."

The power of the Goddess of War... is flowing in this man.

When this was confirmed, Lancer's whole body froze.

He wanted to speak, but couldn't utter a word several times.

He almost exhausted all his strength to successfully vibrate his vocal cords.

He heard the trembling voice of his gaffe, and asked the hateful priest in front of him:

"... is she... still alive?"

Hearing Lancer's words, Kotomine Kirei did not answer immediately.The priest, who was panting quickly due to the fierce battle, calmed down instead at this moment.

He stood up straight and lowered his gaze.

As if he didn't hear Lancer's question, Kotomine Kirei put the black key back into his shirt, and covered his injured abdomen with his free hand.

The magic power was transferred to the palm of his hand, and he softly recited the healing mantra, ignoring Lancer as nothing, Kotomine Kirei cast the healing magic on his abdominal wound, and when the wound slowly stopped bleeding and his mouth closed, he couldn't help it With a change of expression, he pushed the dislocated right shoulder back to its original position with a "click".

Then, he straightened his sleeves, revealing the Command Seal on the back of his hand.

The threaded bright red Command Seal was quietly engraved on the back of his hand.

Kotomine Kirei performed these actions without saying a word.

It's as if the priest who enjoyed the grand occasion of the knight's degeneration just now does not exist at all.

He has a gentle expression and solemn movements, no matter where he looks, he looks like an orthodox priest.

Lancer was not impatient because of Kotomine Kirei's silence and neglect.

He watched Kotomine Kirei's movements with his bright red pupils, maintained the standing posture at the beginning, and his breathing was not disturbed at all.

Even the other party's deliberate gesture of revealing the Command Seal failed to provoke him.

Kotomine Kirei's behavior made him confirm his guess.

According to the level of her trust in Kotomine Kirei, it is impossible for Kotomine Kirei to remain so calm when she died.

He didn't even notice the expression on his face.

His eyes closed tremblingly.

His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to smile, but also as if he was about to cry.In the end, the curvature of the lips was fixed on the smile.But the eyebrows and eyes were bent downward, showing a sad angle.

"...She's still alive." Lancer muttered to himself. "...you... are not dead..."

He clutched his chest and took a deep, trembling breath.The fresh air poured into the dead chest cavity, causing the heart to absorb the breath of rebirth.

The heart fell back into place heavily.

The regenerated organs beat vigorously.

The empty chest was refilled with the heat of blood.

Morrigan... wasn't dead.

Hands and feet are numb.

I almost feel suffocated because there is so much stuff in my chest cavity.

Head dizzy.

want to... loudly... roar...

The sound of his heart beating was so strong that he felt that even his blood vessels were beating with the rhythm of his heart.

She's alive... not dead...

The force that supported his attack just now faded away.

But when Lancer opened his eyes and saw the calm figure of the black-clothed priest in his vision, he felt another kind of urge from the bottom of his heart, which made him feel another kind of anger that was different from hatred.

——That is the flame called "jealousy".

Lancer remembered that scene.

When he recognized Kotomine Kirei and rushed towards him angrily——

He thrust his spear at Kotomine Kirei...

She appeared from Kotomine Kirei's side.

The hands that used to caress the mole under his eyes also gently pinched the tip of his gun.

But the eyes that once gazed at him intently and tenderly... are casting the same eyes on Kotomine Kirei.

That hoarse but soft voice once called his name intimately in tenderness, but ignored his existence in front of him, calling for that man.

……

Why?

It is not a brave warrior, and it is impossible to leave a name in history.

——Only you deserve to be treated like this by her? !

The anger of being forced to make a contract with this man, and the jealousy of having his lover taken away violently rioted in his chest.

The forehead is tightened.

The golden red pupils narrowed into a thin line.

The lips are slightly parted, and the sharp canines protrude from the edge of the lips.

Like a raging bulldog, Lancer's expression began to be imbued with negative emotions, and dark lines began to climb up his neck, winding towards his cheeks.Against the weird dark lines, his golden-red eyes were filled with murderous intent, and the blood-stained whites of his eyes looked even more weird.

"Want to kill me, Lancer?"

Kotomine Kirei has been observing this heroic spirit who has become moody.

Kotomine Kirei could see clearly from his daze and joy when he learned that the goddess was safe, to the hostility he showed when he turned to himself.Just now Lancer's hesitation had given him a chance to prepare, and Kotomine Kirei had already quickly sorted out what he was about to do.

Lancer's fall had brought him enough pleasure.

Continue to provoke this heroic spirit?

no need.

Paying for one's own life in this regard is undoubtedly a choice made by a person with a muddled mind.

Something must be done to win back his life from this mad knight.

Then, the most effective one is probably...

"You don't care about Her Majesty's situation anymore, Heroic Spirit."

Kotomine Kirei raised his palm with the Command Seal engraved on it.

The bright red Command Seal stings the spearman's eyes nakedly.

Lancer narrowed his eyes as if he couldn't bear the red shimmer.

Kotomine Kirei faced Lancer calmly.

Lancer looked back at Kotomine Kirei gloomily.

"Loyalty doesn't matter anymore, right? You already understand how your so-called loyalty makes people laugh? You finally know how your self-righteous obsession with self-satisfaction loyalty hurt the heart of that highness, right? "

"I don't need you, Lancer."

"I also don't want to put my life in your hands."

"What I wish is... to fulfill the wish of that Highness. No matter what she asks me to do, I will become a sharp knife in her hands, even if I sacrifice my life."

"Are you going to break her wish again, Lancer?"

"……Ah."

After a long silence, Lancer sneered.

"The moment you can be useful is only in this war."

He looked at Kotomine Kirei mockingly, and said the truth that the priest never knew, "Morrigan...one of the five Valkyries of the Celtic era, a great god called 'THE GREAT QUEEN', she lived The era of this world has never been in the present world where beliefs are disappearing...not to mention that this is not a Celtic region at all, but an island country called Japan."

The black-haired spearman showed a cruel look.

His blood-stained eyes stared viciously at Kotomine Kirei like a poisonous snake.

A triumphant smile formed on his lips.

"She's here because I'm here."