[Fate Gun Brother] The 2.5th Holy Grail War

Between 162 centimeters, holding a strange sword, the kind that can breathe fire, quite powerful in combat.As for Lancer..."

"Enough." Caster interrupted suddenly, "I see. This information is enough."

Up until now, Caster had been speaking in an easy-going tone, making it impossible for anyone to feel the distress caused by the failure of the mission.The insouciant conversational manner resembled that of a person walking casually brushing the dust off his clothes.It's different now.

He only said a few words, but his voice was obviously no longer as lacking in enthusiasm as before.

His mind started to wander.There was a faint and slowly fluctuating sound in the air.

"You came to provoke me before I took the initiative to find you. Since you are so important..."

caster laughed.I couldn't see what kind of smile was on his face because of the cloak, but the shudder that emanated from his body was real.

He held out his left hand, palm up.Accompanied by the surge of magic power, a piece of parchment with curled ends emerged in midair.At the same time, a quill appears in the right hand. Caster began to write on the blank paper.

"...Caster, you actually... used the treasure? Lancer, they are worth it for you?"

"You don't understand. My Noble Phantasm is different from yours. For me, the sooner the Noble Phantasm is activated, the better, and the more powerful it is against an enemy I know well. If it is used properly, it can produce satisfactory results. Unexpected effect."

No one knows what he wrote on the parchment.After writing a few lines in eloquence, those things that suddenly appeared disappeared with the surge of magic power.

Caster left that room.The slender black and purple figure walked slowly.He walked through the corridor to the hall, walked up the spiral staircase, and finally stopped in front of a room on the third floor.The strange thing is, where did the five warriors who originally guarded the villa go?

The action of pushing the door is quite gentlemanly.There was a foul smell in the room.

"By the way, Assassin, you just said you were injured?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

In the purple room, the black-haired girl was sleeping soundly on the bed.She is Ye Tohsaka, the master of the caster.The long eyelashes covered the lower eyelids, motionless.Breathing is very steady.

"Do you need to replenish the magic?"

Caster stood by the bed and spoke in a very ambiguous tone.

"Replenishing magic? In that way? No, there's no need. I can take care of this little injury myself. It won't take long for it to heal. Besides, I also want to avoid coming to your place as much as possible. If people find out that we are colluding, then Oops."

After stretching out his hand to caress his master's cheek, Caster closed the printed curtain beside the bed.A series of incoherent and obscure laughter flowed from his throat, not aimed at this assassin who was more talkative than he imagined.

"Hahahahaha... well, you're right. We'd better not meet. So, describe to me everything you saw at Charles Bridge today."

Above this luxurious villa, the color of the sky became more mysterious.

***

Diarmuid did not slack off.Shortly after escorting Hoyamendi back to the small church, he went out on patrol.

The magic power provided by the master is so abundant, of course it should be used well-this is his self-consolation.In fact, he was kicked out by He Yamendi.

It wasn't Diarmuid's first idea to go out on patrol as soon as he came back.In other words, it was a bit different from his first idea.He had something very important to tell his master, at least it seemed important to him.But he couldn't.

Hoyamendi looked different after leaving Charles Bridge.Hiding silently in the small attic, refusing to have any contact with his followers, including language, eyes, body, everything is forbidden.Diarmuid could only be seen through the crack of the door, and the master seemed to be scooping up the strange letter received in Brussels and studying it for a long time.

"Don't stand still, hurry up and get hold of that little girl's movements." A quarter of an hour later, a human voice came from the attic.Hoyamendi finally spoke her first words after returning to church.Diarmuid was sent out to patrol under such circumstances.

now--

Diarmuid, who had been patrolling outside in spirit form for several hours, slowly approached their residence.It was already evening.After wandering around the small streets of Golden Lane for a while, Diarmuid finally returned.

It was eerily quiet in the small church.The chapel on the first floor was lit with only a few candles.

He hesitated to go up to the attic and exchange the results with his unhappy master.

Several minutes passed in hesitation.

What am I afraid of?Diarmuid pressed his eyes with the soles of his palms and rubbed them.He is a mighty fighter.Before his death, when he was attacking cities and lands with the Knights, he never felt any fear. Even during the 16 years when he eloped with the princess and fled, he never had the thought of shrinking back like now.

After taking a long breath, he gently pushed open the attic door.The door didn't lock.

"..."

However, the well-prepared black-haired spearman still couldn't say anything.On some narrow beds lay Heyamendi, who had long since fallen asleep.

It's just past dinner time...

Diarmuid wanted to go to the first floor.However, as if in order to better get used to getting along with this person who gave him the idea of ​​escaping for the first time, he didn't leave.He chose to stay here.

With his back against the open door, the spearman sat on the ground with one leg extended and the other bent.No matter how you look at this scene, it looks like Diarmuid is protecting the sleeping Heyamendi.

Under the dim light of the soft oil lamp, Heyamendi is as beautiful as a myth.It turns out that she can also be as gentle as an angel.

The snow-white eyelashes cast a beautiful shadow on her face.Lying there quietly, unguarded.He could hear the master's even breathing, and he could see the sleeping side of the master's cheek.All these made Diarmuid realize that his Master is just a lovable woman, and he really shouldn't imagine her as a scourge that is difficult to deal with.

Such thoughts made Diarmuid feel more at ease.He looked at her for a moment, then looked away in another direction.In this claustrophobic little space, there is nothing else but a low bookshelf, a single bed, a bedside table and a small curved window.He looked at the floor in a daze for a while, and finally turned his gaze to the person on the bed.

Suddenly, something strange appeared in front of his eyes.

[... There is a man and a woman who are arguing.It was dark all around.It should be a room, but I can't see the furnishings clearly. Everything is hazy, like out-of-focus images. If I want to see clearly, there are always two or three layers of overlapping shadows blocking it, and it becomes more and more unclear. It's getting blurry.

Only the outline of the man and woman is clear.

——You still have the face to come out to see me?

Among the two people standing facing each other, the woman pointed her left hand straight at the man, and the magic circle on the back of her hand burst out with dazzling light.she cursed.

--Owner!

The man stood in the red light.His body looked stiff, his freedom restricted by magic, and he couldn't move.he howled.

——I didn't expect to be tricked by you, who is closest to me!

After throwing this sentence, the woman suddenly turned around and turned her back to the man.She covered her chest with her hands, and leaned forward slightly, as if in pain, her feet would limp and fall to the ground if she didn't pay attention.

——From now on, whether it is life or death, I will never see you again.

After the woman's calm voice sounded, accompanied by the poisonous oath, the man's figure gradually dissipated in the red light bred by the magic circle.He still wanted to refute something and explain something, but in the end he couldn't say anything, and was strangled in the magic circle formed by the woman's strong hatred.

After the light dissipated, the woman collapsed to the ground.She coughed a few times and spat out a mouthful of blood.She wiped away the blood from the corner of her mouth and put her hands on the ground.Her shoulders trembled a little.she cried……】

The picture suddenly changed and became brighter.

[What kind of place is this, how to describe it?How was the magnificent palace above the white clouds built?

10 The Second Night - The Magician's Killing Intent

On a clear night shining with the brilliance of black gemstones, the river surface is as calm as a mirror.An ordinary pleasure boat neither docks nor anchors, rippling back and forth in the water quietly.

In the morning, after the Charles Bridge was damaged for unknown reasons, the government immediately started repair work.Pedestrians are prohibited on the bridge, ships are prohibited from disembarking, and all people or objects are prohibited from passing.

Although this cruise ship is not luxurious, it is not easy to buy tickets.The passengers on the Vltava River one-day tour all come for this purpose.Now ships are forced to stop on the river south of the Charles Bridge, and cannot cross the bridge to enjoy the scenery to the north, which has caused dissatisfaction among quite a few passengers.

Helvetia shivered, and lifted the blanket that had slipped under his shoulders.He pawned his only valuable watch in exchange for five first-class tickets.He planned to swim back and forth across the river, killing the first five days in the Holy Grail War.

There were nearly a hundred tourists on the cruise ship, and the enemy would have some concerns if they wanted to attack. This was Heilwen's idea.

I lay on the bed for a long time, but I didn't feel sleepy at all.He put his hand on his forehead and touched it.

A little hot.Are you catching a cold?

He knows not.

Ordering the rider to intervene in the battle of the Charles Bridge, providing the fighting rider with the magic power necessary for action, almost exhausted the boy's physical strength. The reason why the rider made his own