[Fate Gun Brother] The 2.5th Holy Grail War

Avoid some backaches and cramps in hands and feet.

Located in the southwest of Prague, the railway station, with white walls and black roofs, stands on the vast horizon.

He Yamendi dragged the suitcase with his left hand, and kept pinching and rubbing the back of his neck with his right hand, trying to relieve the exhaustion of his body.

The suitcase is not heavy, except for a first aid kit, there are not many clothes and daily necessities in it.Even so, Diarmuid suggested to the master that he should scoop the suitcase.

"Master, please give this to me to scoop up."

Diarmuid's expression was very upright, no, it was too upright.He Yamendi couldn't bear to look directly.

So, after looking at his servant for three seconds, Heyamendi gave up his insistence and gave him the right to haul the suitcase.

The two walked in tandem.But after all, Diarmuid is a tall man with big hands, long legs and long legs, and his stride is always bigger than that of Heyamendi.He tried his best to slow down subconsciously, keeping his master in a slightly forward position.

It was probably because the black-haired gunman was wearing a tight leather battle suit, or because the mole under his right eye was too eye-catching, and occasionally passers-by would look at him. "What's that? Gladiator play?" Although Diarmuid's dress did not match this era, Heyamendi still found it funny when he heard people around him say that.

Of course, Diarmuid would not care about these.

The moment he stepped out of the gate of the station, He Yamendi suddenly noticed the lurking breath in the air, which became stronger and stronger.The black-haired gunman also frowned.

Just as he was about to signal Heyamendi, he heard the woman say in a mocking tone:

"I was monitored as soon as I came here. The treatment is a bit high."

Diarmuid took a slight step forward, protecting his master with half of his body, covering her behind him, and the spearman's eyes were fixed on the height a hundred meters away.

The red and black monster squatted on the towering street lamp, and transmitted the picture it saw to its owner.

"A white-haired woman around 20 years old and a... um... a beautiful man with black hair standing in front of her. The strange thing is, neither of them has a command spell!" Aqia squinted her eyes and looked carefully.

--how can that be?

"Can you show me the picture?" Elijah asked in a serious manner.

"This won't work... The familiar can only convey the picture to me who summoned them." The red-haired girl's voice trembled, "Let me continue to observe, brother."

Without command spells, there would be no master, but the familiar cannot identify the target by distinguishing the servant, the familiar relies on the command spells in the hands of the magician to lock the target!Even wearing gloves is useless.

In other words, one of these two people must be the master!Is the other one a servant?Which one is the master and which one is the servant?

When Diarmuid blocked Heyamendi with his body, she smiled.Heroic Spirit's actions can just cover up her movements, allowing her to do what she wants to do conveniently and freely.

The left hand was secretly hidden, and a fiery red circle was faintly visible on the back of the hand. In the place where the command spell should have been lying, the back of Heyamendi's white hand was covered with a magic circle.

Then, snap your fingers.

The thing squatting on the street lamp burned up in an instant, leaving not even a speck of dust.

"It's on fire!" Amidst the horrified shouts of the surrounding crowd, Diarmuid seemed to feel something shining behind him.He turned around.

The moment he looked back, he caught a glimpse of the small magic circle in the white-haired woman's hand slowly disappearing.

He Yamendi regretted it as soon as he finished doing it.

5 The night before fate

The previous doubts still linger in my mind.But at this time, he could only follow his master mechanically, but Diarmuid's inner anxiety continued to expand.

After leaving the train station, they rented a carriage, and under Heyamendi's instructions, they drove to their destination in a meandering way around the long road, probably in order to confuse the enemy's supervising familiar.At dusk, they finally arrived at the house that Shaka Sirt bought for them in Golden Lane.

While waiting at the carriage rental point, the master and the servant once had such a conversation——

"Lancer, what do you think of those familiars?"

Facing the master's question, Diarmuid had no choice but to temporarily put aside the uneasy factors in his heart, and expressed his thoughts in detail.

"The familiar itself should not have outstanding combat effectiveness, but it is very suitable for the role of a watcher. Through the luminous eyeballs to lock the target, it is estimated that it can transmit the picture it sees to its master. As for whether it can eavesdrop, and The number in the city is unknown. It is certain that their owner is a very good magician."

"Well, if the ability to peep comes from the eyeballs...then the possibility of those familiars with no special ears having the ability to eavesdrop should not be high. Even if it is possible to eavesdrop on conversations, we didn't just now How much communication is there, isn't it?"

"That's because of you, Master..." Diarmuid hesitated to speak. The reason they didn't communicate enough was the master's unilateral refusal.

"The magician hiding in the dark must be quite confused now." Ignoring the worries of the man beside him, Heyamendi threw out this sentence with a smirk on his face, "Because I don't know who is the master and who is the master among us." servant."

Diarmuid nodded without denying it.Without showing both guns, and at such a long distance, it is impossible to judge that he is a servant based on his appearance.

"This is probably the only benefit of hiding the Command Seal. Since he wants to monitor me, I can only confuse his eyes."

Staring at the murderous intent hidden in those ice blue eyes, Diarmuid secretly made a decision in his heart.

In the Holy Grail War, if the master and the servants can't think together, but have different ideas, if they can't cooperate closely, it will be very fatal.

For Diarmuid, who can no longer repeat the same mistakes, the relationship with the master is undoubtedly a bit delicate-since entering Prague, his master seems to have been deliberately avoiding too much communication with him, making people I really can't figure out what she is thinking.If the two continue to have their own concerns, even if they don't turn against each other in the future, I'm afraid they will gradually become strangers.

Now it's hard for the two of them to talk...

The spearman, who had strengthened his determination, asked his master in a respectful but oppressive tone that could not be ignored:

"Master, what is the principle behind your hiding the command spell? What kind of magic is that? Please tell me."

"Huh? I remember explaining to you a long time ago that the wind was used as a barrier." Heyamendi raised his eyebrows and looked at his followers with a smile.

"Could you... explain to me in more detail?"

Facing the gunmen's reluctance, He Yamendi still had a smile on her face, but her voice was obviously cold, "Using the enchantment that the wind expands, compressing the air that distorts the refraction of light, and isolating it from the outside world It's just a cover-up. In fact, the Command Seal has always been there." When she finished speaking, her face was expressionless.

In a trance, Diarmuid fell into deep thought, looking for memory fragments in his mind.If he could stop his thoughts at this moment and take a look at his master, he would find that there was no expression on Heyamendi's face.

"However, in front of your 'Devil-Breaking Red Rose', this thing is nothing worth mentioning. Your Noble Phantasm just happens to have the ability to disintegrate it."

The woman's words reminded him.Facing Heyamendi's cold words, Diarmuid's handsome face suddenly paled.

"My lord, I absolutely dare not do this!" After saying that, the flustered knight quickly knelt down on one knee towards his master.

Gradually, whispers began to spread around.People don't know what happened to the man and woman.Are you arguing?

He Yamendi was slightly startled.After a long while, she chuckled, "Won't your knees hurt if you keep kneeling like this?" As she spoke, she raised her hand to signal the half-kneeling servant to get up.

Diarmuid didn't dare to disobey his master's will, he knew she wanted him to get up now, so he followed her gesture and stood up.

"It doesn't hurt." The black-haired spearman responded lightly, "This is to show my loyalty to the Lord..."

"Lancer." The woman interrupted him with a very quiet voice, "Can loyalty be guaranteed by kneeling?"

After finishing speaking, He Yamendi immediately regretted it!Because she saw that Diarmuid's face changed suddenly, showing a sad expression like a wounded beast.

The black-haired spearman trembled uncontrollably.He didn't know what to do, should he justify, acquiesce, or do nothing?If he doesn't do anything, will he be doubted by the master for no reason?

But Diarmuid was not the only one who fell into this mood that can only be described as bad, Heyamendi was also there.

She shook her head slightly, put her hand on her forehead, closed her eyes tightly, and kept regretting in her heart.

--What's wrong with me?

Getting closer to the city in destiny also means getting closer to the battle.

I'm going to fight side by side with my followers again...

Wait, is it really fighting side by side?

Since arriving in Prague, it seemed as if a pair of invisible hands had strangled her throat, making her breathless.she is sober