[Fate Gun Brother] The 2.5th Holy Grail War

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This article takes Lancer-Diarmuiduo in FateZero as the hero

Overhead BG fanart, there are original plots, original heroines, no Su, those who don’t like it should be cautious

In addition to the original plot, it combines part of the original Fate settings

The length of the battle may be slightly longer, and the strategy is more difficult

"Servant Lancer, I came here according to the call. Excuse me, are you my Master?"

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[Fate Gunge] Diarmuid Doujin - The 2.5th Holy Grail War

Author: angel

1 Everything starts before the start

-Brussels-

1875, October.

This is a city full of artistic and humanistic atmosphere.All buildings have a strong medieval style.

In the very center of the city, there is a chic and gorgeous mansion with ivory-white stone walls, which is an institution called the Hall of God.

The moonlight shone in wantonly through the floor-to-ceiling windows, forming squares one after another on the floor.In cities that have already entered winter, on such a cold night, people are probably already hiding under the covers and falling asleep.

Hey, hey, hey—it's the slow sound of flipping a book.In the nearly 4-meter-high study room, one of the entire walls has been turned into a bookshelf, which is neatly filled with books.The decoration inside the house is wonderful, murals, lamps, and desks are all exquisite.Under the embellishment of the dim light, it is like a dream.

Sitting in front of the table was a woman with her chin resting on her right hand and a rather heavy book in her left hand.The pattern on the cover is reminiscent of annual rings.

She looks very young, but her hair is all gray for some reason.Her fine, short curly hair was casually drooping on her slender shoulders, her ice blue eyes were focused on the words in the book, her expression was indifferent but solemn.

What breaks the silence of the study, which seems like time stands still, comes from her left thumb turning pages every few tens of seconds.

Probably a little tired from lifting, the woman placed the book on the table, and after a comfortable stretch, she refocused her eyes on the book with the strange patterns drawn and the Gothic fonts outlined with a pen.

The cold wind blew in from the window, making her shiver.She picked up the book and stood up, and was about to reach out to close the window, but suddenly felt a strong glare coming from behind her!

She felt a magic power like never before.

White smoke filled the entire room, and the eyes were hazy, only light-colored thunder flashed from time to time—where did this smoke come from?

Holding the book in front of her chest with both hands, the white-haired woman frowned slightly, staring at the strange light motionlessly.

Evil breath!

If I met other girls, I'm afraid they would have rushed out of the door with a shrill scream, right?Although the white-haired young woman seemed a little at a loss for all this, her face was still very calm.

The smoke finally receded slowly, and a handsome man slowly walked out of it, and then bowed to the woman.

"May I ask, are you the master who summoned me?"

It was a tall man with jet-black hair pulled back, exposing a pair of blood-red pupils.That pale skin looked like a dead soul.Under the simple black armor is a dark leather jacket, which fits tightly on the strong but well-proportioned body.

no answer.

And she just stared at him blankly.

The book in her hand fell to the ground, but the woman didn't pay attention at all.

The line of sight was in contact with the other party, and at that moment, the strong arrogance full of malice made people completely unable to move.

"Servant lancer, following the call, may I ask, are you my master?"

He reworded the previous words again.The man stared at the silent woman in front of him with his blood red eyes, and the tear mole under the corner of his right eye was really impressive.

She gasped.

"No... I didn't..."

What stopped the woman from continuing was the thick magic book that fell on the ground—yes, the magic book—automatically opened to a certain page, and then burst out with a stronger white light than before.

Finally, before the burst of white light dissipated, she ran out.

"Shakashirt!...Shakashirt!!!"

The woman's harsh voice tore through the quiet night that belonged to the Brussels God Hall.

Kayak, a man in a blue and white military uniform, hurried over from the other end of the corridor, "Miss Heyamendi, what happened? Why are you so panicked?"

The woman called Heyamendi dismissed him with just a look back, and walked towards the room Kayak had just walked out of.

Quite tidy and clean to some meticulous spacious office.A brown-haired man drinking tea sat on a chair near the window.Suit and leather shoes, extraordinary temperament.

Before he had time to ask, he heard He Yamendi's cold voice with five points of resentment, three points of fear, and two points of rationality:

"A strange man, speaking strange words, suddenly appeared in the study! Old man, is it so easy for someone to break into your mansion?"

Shakaxiert raised his eyebrows, and glanced at Kayak who followed Heyamendi.The man in military uniform looked bewildered.

"Is there such a thing? An assassin? Where?"

"Oh...Kayak, he's right behind you now." Shakashirt, who was sitting in the seat, gave his bodyguard a wry smile.

That evil spirit-like man unexpectedly appeared behind the three of them?

Dark-haired, gentle, handsome, masculine-looking man with a mole—wait, gentle?

He Yamendi turned around, feeling the completely different aura coming from the man behind him.

"Master?"

He whispered so softly.

Intruder?Kayak subconsciously drew the pistol from his waist.Didn't discover it in time, then destroy it immediately!

"Wait! Kayak, don't do anything yet!" Shakaxiert stood up.

"But, Lord Director..."

"Put the gun down." Shakasirt didn't emphasize his tone, but his voice was a little softer than before, but his eyes never left the uninvited man.If you want to assassinate, then you should do it when their backs are turned to him...

He Yamendi quietly looked at the brown-haired man approaching.

The black-haired man felt the eyes of the three of them, and didn't know what to say for a while.

"You seem to have said just now——master?" After a brief silence, Shakasilt said seriously, "Can you explain it to us?"

The black-haired man hesitated to speak.After pursing his lips, he suddenly knelt down alone in the direction of the white-haired woman, with a solemn expression, "I—— Diarmuid Odina, I came following the call of the master, please believe me, I will definitely fight in the Holy Grail War Bring you victory!"

"Holy Grail...war..."

The atmosphere in the office became tense.

After the brown-haired man pondered, he greeted his bodyguard slightly, and the man in military uniform bowed and retreated without saying a word.He Yamendi looked at the half-kneeling man on the ground, and then at Shakaxiert beside him.

"What's going on? Old guy, give me an explanation." She clasped her hands on her chest and urged.

Shakasilt closed his eyes, and after opening them again, the words came out immediately:

"The Holy Grail is a legendary treasure that can grant all the wishes of the holder. The ceremony to obtain the Holy Grail is called the Holy Grail War. Every once in a while, the Holy Grail will select seven magicians it likes as the master. Summon their respective servants and make a contract with their master to fight together. Only one group can get the Holy Grail. These seven groups of people will kill each other to become the last group, and decide who will be the final one through deathmatch He is qualified to hold the Holy Grail." At this point, Shaka Sirt paused, "Although it is something in legends, the reason why it suddenly appeared here is unknown. As for this man, he must be your servant ?”

"Is it a wishing machine? Hehe..." He Yamendi sneered, and turned his gaze to the man kneeling on the ground, "But I haven't summoned any servants, is it the Holy Grail that made a mistake?"

And Shaka Sirt just said to himself:

"Servants are legendary figures recorded in myths or history during their lifetime. After death, they are upgraded to superhuman beings, that is, 'heroic spirits'. Heroic spirits are the power to protect human beings and are summoned by the world. From this point of view, presumably this man was alive It must have been a great achievement."

Completely ignoring the kneeling man, the white-haired woman glanced at Shaka Sirt, "How do you know such details?"

"It's from the book." He replied with a smile as he moved to the bookshelf. After a while, Shakashirt turned out a book with a dark red cover, and pointed at Heya with an expression of "Do you want to read it?" Mendy.

Hoyamendi ignored him.She adjusted her eyes and looked at Diarmuid who had been kneeling in front of her for a while.

"I don't believe in the Holy Grail. That kind of thing is just an illusory thing imagined from the lust of the greedy. Isn't there enough excuses for killing and excuses for wanting to cause fights for humans? If If a wish can be fulfilled by a cup, wouldn't that seem too insignificant as a wish itself?"

Raising his head, Diarmuid looked at his Master in disbelief.The white-haired woman looked back at him expressionlessly.Then he heard the cold female voice, the cold