[Fate Gun Brother] The 2.5th Holy Grail War

He raised his arm and pointed somewhere.

The gatehouse on the west side of the Charles Bridge—looking northeast from the two of them on the Manes Bridge, there is a cloud of mist entrenched there, which is different from the mist formed by the space barrier.The strange cloud and mist obstructed the Heroic Spirit's line of sight, and in places where there seemed to be nothing, Archer's intuition that "there is someone there" was confirmed by Berserker's Master's assertion.

"It seems that 'Clairvoyance' made a mistake?"

"That's not possible. My eagle eye can even see the creases of the statue of St. John on the bridge. I probably used some kind of dirty method."

Rhodes didn't speak.Seeing that the Master was thinking about something, Archer continued in a rather casual tone:

"I want to exercise my muscles and bones in the past, how about it?"

He wanted to kill directly, but Rhodes just told him to monitor the opponent from a distance.It would be a good thing for Archer to be spotted by the enemy.This means that you can finally have a good fight without staying here, and mix up the dull situation.But no matter how strong the fighting spirit of a Servant is, his Master may not be the same as him.

"—I'm afraid it won't work."

Rhodes sighed and refused. Archer curled his lips extremely unhappily when he heard this.

"That ostentatious action is obviously trying to lure the enemy. How can the aura of two heroic spirits fighting make people sit still."

"So, knowing that the enemy is tempting you, you still jump into the pit? What kind of mentality do you have to say such a thing?"

Rhodes could only smile wryly at the Servant who contradicted the Master the next day after he was summoned.He's talked to Archer so rarely that he can count on his fingers, and that's how it is now.

"...Do you have to stand guard here?"

"Take control, Archer. If we wait and see what happens, maybe some impatient Master will make a move. What I have to wait for is that time."

"That's why strangers don't know who you are when they hear your name."

"'Pride is nothing but a mask of ignorance - Voltaire, 1694-1778.'"

Facing Archer's perverse and obvious provocation, Rhodes said very calmly.Hearing this answer, Archer was speechless no matter how dissatisfied he was.

As a Servant, the first thing you should do to the Master who summoned you is respect.No matter how great a hero was during his lifetime, if he wants to survive in this world, he must rely on the magical power of his master.The dominance should be in the hands of Rhodes who is the Master.

"There are many ways for celebrities to go through the ages, not only through the way of war. Your Master happens to be such a person. Rod Hawk is not talented, he is world-famous, but he is still famous in the academic world. .”

Rhodes' gray charcoal eyes stared at the heroic spirit who spoke extraordinarily, and said in a flat tone. Archer was speechless.But Rhodes, who was calm on the surface, was very happy in his heart.

If there is any way to establish an ideal master-slave relationship with the Heroic Spirit as soon as possible, so that this self-righteous Servant can serve him obediently, it will not work without both soft and hard tactics.It shouldn't be too late to correct the concept of personal heroism produced by the stupid ancient thinking mode like now - besides, the Master still has the Command Spell bestowed by the Holy Grail as his trump card.

The battle between Saber and Berserker continued unaffected by their silence.Immediately afterwards, a female heroic spirit wearing a top hat and armor appeared on the stage.From the horse on her crotch, one could tell that she was a Heroic Spirit of the "Cavalry" class.The battle turned to a confrontation between Rider and Berserker.

And Archer almost immediately felt the expression of "Did you see" written on the face of the man with golden-gray hair.

"Finally a fish was hooked. This is the young master's Servant, right?"

"Ah, yes."

"'Prudence is the eldest son of wisdom. Prudence is much more powerful than daring. Pride is where all heroes can be hurt-Victor Hugo', a French romantic writer born in 1802 and still I am still alive. I am a loyal reader of his. These famous quotes are given to you as advice."

Rhodes spoke slowly in an indifferent tone. Archer shot him a sideways glance.A thought of "I can't communicate with this guy" deeply occupied Archer's mind.This may be the same for Rhodes who tried his best to persuade Servant.It seems that it is difficult for the two people with far different ways of thinking to reach a consensus in the short term.

Although Gray Eyes and Blue Eyes are looking at the Charles Bridge at the same time, do they have the same thoughts in their hearts?

This boring duel - boring because there is no Archer involved - when will it end.

***

Pain, and coldness, were the only sensations Maggie Helwin could feel at the moment.

Whether the boy can feel only these two, or whether the boy himself is made up of them, is not important in the face of the facts.

The dark blue buckled gown dragged all the way to the floor, and the gold thread embroidery on the chest showed the low-key luxury of the declining family.A thick sweater was wrapped under the robe.A wide black and yellow woolen scarf was wrapped around the neck in two full circles.

If it's just like this, it's nothing special.In this cold country, this is the normal attire for most people to travel.However, the crutch in the hands of a boy who looked like he was sixteen or seventeen years old at most was very suspicious.If you look carefully, you will find that there is a sickness on that childish face.

The teenager who was born with injuries and illnesses is no stranger to pain.But the gradually decreasing temperature slowed his pace.Ignoring the barriers of the clothes, the cold air continued to penetrate into the body.A Haier text that lacks exercise cannot go a long way.The cold wind was blowing, the body was so cold, and the heart was also so cold... The boy trembled suddenly, and walked more and more slowly.

I really can't do it myself.It was only at dusk, and the afterglow of the sun had not completely set, and it had already frozen into this appearance.I can't even walk, let alone participate in the Holy Grail War.

The heat in the body is gradually lost with the warm air exhaled.Hai Erwen coughed twice and stopped, looking around.

Pedestrians on the road lowered their heads, and no one paid attention to the helpless blond boy.Probably everyone has a destination in their hearts, so they can walk firmly without any hesitation.Helvetia looked at them blankly.His physical condition does not allow him to walk too fast, which is only one of the reasons.besides--

He didn't know where he should go.

When my grandfather said those words, I can't remember the feeling of sadness that I once had.Perhaps he has given up on himself.

Breathing hurts, heart hurts.

"...It doesn't matter... I don't care about a home like this..."

The sun was setting and the lights were slowly turning on.What he said against his will made Haierwen even more powerless.In front of a long-closed post office, Helvin sat on the steps, scratching his hair in frustration.

Now the mood is really complicated.

There are some contradictions and sadness, and regrets—the most terrible thing is this.

If you want to overcome the cold and drive away the disease, you must get the Holy Grail. The boy's wish can only be realized by relying on the miracle of the universal wishing machine.

Hai Erwen thought of his determination to follow through even if he defied his elders, but now he was defeated by the biting cold wind.I just put on a brave face in front of my grandfather, and I'm going to turn around in a blink of an eye?If you can't even walk this far, what is the fight for the Holy Grail?How could I be so weak.

"No!... Cough, cough cough... I can't go back even if I die...!"

Helvin wrapped his arms around him in pain, and couldn't help but curse like a curse as a sign of encouragement.Whether it was useless efforts or desperate struggles, Haierwen still struggled to stand up with crutches.

The howling north wind ruffled his fair hair.

Where should I go... This is the first time for the boy who has been waiting to wither in the castle since he was born to travel far.Haierwen, who had never seen the outside world before, and couldn't even distinguish north from south, east from west, felt that he looked like an idiot now.

Servant—At this moment, I can only ask for the help of Servant.

Haierwen stared at his right hand in a daze and smiled wryly.Ahhh, he is a Master who has summoned Heroic Spirits, and has his own Servant Rider.After the sky completely darkened, let Rider come out to ride his horse on his back, so he wouldn't have to suffer so much.

But this kind of thought only lasted for a second, and it was dispelled by the boy's rattle-like shaking of his head.It's not because Heilwen can't even afford this magic power, but...

"hateful……"

There is no other way than this.When he really didn't know how to deal with the mixed emotions in his heart, he could only bow his head in depression and shout——

"Rider...!"

The next moment, a girl suddenly appeared in front of the shivering boy.

"Master."

A voice as calm as spring water flowing.

Pretty plain girl.Because the relationship between the height is about the same, it can make people look at the same level.from the eyes of a boy