[Fate Gun Brother] The 2.5th Holy Grail War

The heat transmitted by the rough palm with calluses has risen to the heart.

"It's okay. I will always be by your side."

"Well. It's good to have you here."

Maybe it was because they both felt a little shaken in their hearts.The two hands that were tightly clasped together were so hot and warm.

A clock on the wall reads 05:30.The golden-orange light of the evening mist poured in lazily from the window.It had stopped raining all day.Overcast clouds hang lightly in the sky.It's almost night.

"Let me untie the thread for you, and then we'll go to dinner. And then..."

"Yes, everything follows your arrangement."

Diarmuid, who sat on the bed, said so while removing the armor embodied on his body, and covered the quilt between his crotches.

A total of three stitches were stitched.The work of removing the stitches was quickly completed.The two tidied up a table of utensils and medicines, beds, and other messy indoor facilities.After everything was tidied up, Heyamendi walked away on the catwalk as if nothing happened, and the servant who turned into a spirit body followed her out of the school gate.

The heavy rain finally stopped, but there was fog and dust, lingering in the air of the city for a long time.Prague in the evening has a sense of doomsday splendor.

Across the street from Charles University, there is a line of open-air restaurants serving the spearman and his master.The locals, who are addicted to alcohol and meat, especially like to eat meat.For the two who are about to go to the battlefield of life and death, this is a hearty meal.

Sitting in adjacent seats, we enjoyed what was likely to be the last meal during our stay in Bughera.

"Well, the garlic pancakes with sausage here are really amazing. Lancer, try it."

Diarmuid watched helplessly as the host handed him another portion of food.

"By the way, there's also this—roasted pork with sauerkraut and sliced ​​steamed buns. What a long name."

The plates in front of Diarmuid had piled up into a hill.

"Master, I don't really need much food..."

"Hey? The more you don't eat, the more you can't help but want to stuff it for you. What, are you afraid that you will get fat if you eat too much?"

"...What are you talking about, master. Heroic spirits don't have to worry about that."

"Ah?" He Yamendi blinked his eyes twice as if he had heard something very amusing, "It's so convenient to be a Heroic Spirit?... Then do you think it's unpalatable? Do you feel like throwing up after chewing on it, Lancer?"

"It's not..."

"Then what are you tweaking. In short, this is an order."

Diarmuid surrendered.This is the biggest killer feature.He Yamendi was very happy to see the spearmen finally take action on the food waiting to be eaten in front of them.

When the two were eating, a burst of impact sound similar to wolf smoke interrupted the meal time.

boom--!

People looked up and looked up.A layer of smoke remarkably similar to that of a fireworks explosion can be seen above the sky.Today is not a special day, why would someone set off a salute?

Only two people in the crowd knew the answer.

"That's—" Lancer followed the voice and looked over, "The one I saw before."

The fluctuation of magic power transmitted from the high altitude can be easily perceived. After hearing what Diarmuid said, Heyamendi also remembered it.When Einzbern responded to Caster's flare two days ago, he used the same thing.

"Hmm. It's a white phosphorous bomb."

Staring at the message that seemed to say "If you are not afraid of death, come here", Heyamendi immediately noticed that Diarmuid's eyes seemed to say "It's just what I want".

The yellow-white magic flash that appeared in the sky was exactly due east from where they were, and the color was much brighter than last time.

"This is the clarion call for a decisive battle. Master, the enemy is deliberately provoking. They are using high-profile means to lure us over."

"That direction...it seems that Einzbern chose the museum."

"That saves even guesswork. We—?"

Diarmuid's golden eyes were full of eagerness to fight.Seeing the spearman's body trembling with joy and fighting spirit, Heyamendi turned back his cold eyes looking at the distance, squeezed his chin and said:

"Don't pay attention to him. Eat slowly. Don't rush."

"Hey?"

"If you have time to get excited over there, why not get rid of these foods first."

"Master, is this... a military order?"

Diarmuid suddenly put on a serious face, and Heyamendi felt powerless for a while when he said this statement from the mouth of the gunman with a serious expression.

"You'll be fine."

"understood."

Facing Diarmuid who made concessions in this way, and thinking of the man who was always full of fighting spirit before the battle, Heyamendi had nothing to say.

She took a bite of the pork chop, chewed it twice, and swallowed it expressionlessly.It was only then that I realized that my mood to eat with peace of mind had been completely disturbed by that signal flare.

Although Aqiya had already known the place of the spiritual vein, Heyamendi still didn't choose one of the three places to wait.It is impossible to guess which place Einzbern will use as the place for the ceremony.Acting separately will play into the enemy's hands.She and Diarmuid cannot be separated.

Judging from the difficulty of attacking and defending, the three spiritual sites are all about the same, and the museum should not yet form a fortress.From Charles University, which is not too far from the new city, Heyamendi couldn't sense any enchantment around him at all.

The most severe decisive battle is about to begin...

From the moment Brussels appeared, he recognized her as the master's knight, and had known him for nearly four months, but it was after the Holy Grail War that the two really had a heart-to-heart relationship, got along day and night, and shared adversity in life-and-death contests.In these short few days, there are too many memories deposited in my mind.Memories shared with Diarmuid.All of this will soon come to an end...

"My lord, I'm done."

Diarmuid saw that his master seemed to be wandering, so he quickly whispered a reminder.He Yamendi's eyes fell on him, waiting for the respectful attitude of his order to be imprinted in his eyes.

"Is the magic power full? How is the current state?"

"It has already returned to the best state to be able to play at any time."

"But what about Berserker's Anti-Army Noble Phantasm? Have you seen its power before?"

Berserker's treasure flashed coldly in front of his eyes, and it was less than a day since Caster disappeared into the abyss of death.Hoyamendi will never forget this.

"That move needs to be charged. If something goes wrong, I will jump away. I won't let him use it so easily, and I won't be easily hit."

"That's really general. How can one feel at ease..."

"It took a total of five seconds from when I grabbed the caster behind my back to when the blow was released. Master, do you think that this speed can hit the heroic spirit of the gun? The reason why I was injured was largely due to the consumption of energy and energy. In the battle against the caster, and because there was no way to withdraw from behind him in the first place."

He Yamendi was startled when he saw Diarmuid's proud and refreshing smile, and explained eloquently.She rolled her eyes at him, and the gunman immediately shut his mouth quietly and did not interrupt the master.

Ah, but is that really the case—a knight who behaves cautiously in front of his master is not the essence of Diarmuid at all.Only the man linked to the battle is the real Diarmuid Audina!

Although the suspicion of Berserker releasing water could not be ruled out, the unusually calm and confident expression of the spearman did not appear to be faking.Although Heyamendi was worried about the Servant, but looking at it from another angle, this euphemistic expression is also doubting his strength.That's why he was eager to prove himself to the Master.

In any case, Diarmuid's expression and tone were obviously more relaxed than before.Is he determined to stick to his master to the end, or has he adjusted his nervous attitude?

"During the meeting with Berserker, did your mood change, Lancer?"

"Please don't say that. I will do my best to overcome it. Please believe in your servant." Diarmuid's eyes stayed on her for a while, slightly subtle, "On the contrary, it is you... and Berserker's Is there no problem with the master battle?"

"Ah, what's wrong?"

"You can hide, in case..."

"It's nothing. It's just a face." He Yamendi frowned, "If I want to believe you, the premise is that you also have to believe me."

43

43. The Seventh Night - The Night of Destiny [Middle]...

There was a chill atmosphere in the square.

Those giant axes have targeted themselves more than once.

Lancer and Berserker - this is not the first time the two have faced each other in the Holy Grail War.But the former Berserker was a monster who only knew how to kill and irrational, and he was completely different from the heroic spirit Finn today.And now, the double throw of the great ax reminded Lancer of the horror of the beast.

"Uuuuuuuuh-!!"

"——"

A gigantic scythe surrounded by black magic. Lancer immediately reacted to the murder weapon following the growl.

The flower beds were inexplicably swept away.The roadside sign has lost its top half as if it had been decapitated.the nearest coffee shop,