[Fate Gun Brother] The 2.5th Holy Grail War

Could it be that this Heroic Spirit doesn't understand the obvious truth?

The answer is that he understands, but in the end he let the knight's reputation and sense of justice dominate his thoughts.

"Lancer, you are really, tell me what to say about you..." He Yamendi shook his head feebly.

Having said that, Diarmuid can no longer make any excuses, and can only wait quietly for his master to deal with it.

Without any hesitation, the white-haired woman said quietly, "Running is not purely a shameful act. Sometimes, it's a way to preserve strength. It's for the next time you can appear in front of the enemy with complete confidence and kill him." Completely defeated."

The honey-colored eyes stared at the master's figure from a slightly overlooking angle.The woman who stood in front of his eyes and said these words had an ethereal feeling of being far away from the fireworks in the world at this moment.The dignified and beautiful cheeks were a little tense, and the indifferent expression was not so much a cold iceberg as a sweet and refreshing stream.

Diarmuid felt unable to refute Heyamendi's words, but could not agree with them, so he could only laugh helplessly.

Facing Diarmuid with a wry smile on his face, Heyamendi sighed somewhat dissatisfied, even tired.

"Look at that professor, he's so good at running away... He didn't hesitate to waste a Command Seal, and even I wasted one. If I didn't have the confidence to fight against him, I would have decided to run away to protect myself. The stage we are in is not a battlefield of glory to be proud of, but a cruel Holy Grail War. Above is the Holy Grail who likes to play pranks, jokes and torture people, and below are masters of all parties who are good at scheming, tricks and conspiracy. Of course, I am not What a noble person... I've never considered myself that way. But, Lancer, don't forget that our goals are the same. If that's the case, don't let gaps stand between us."

This man must be made to understand that on the battlefield for the Holy Grail, there is nothing worthy of pride and glory, and to let him see through the essence of the Holy Grail War is to deal with dirty affairs.Taking Rhodes, one of the contestants, as an example is also a last resort.

She seemed quite imposing, but in fact, she didn't intend to convince him with just a few words.Changing a person's deep-rooted thoughts cannot be achieved by just a few words.What's more, the person standing in front of her now is a heroic spirit!Have your own legend, your own story.She cannot deny Diarmuid's values.If it's the right idea, she doesn't need to change it.Heyamendi would do this because he just wanted to build a platform for good communication with his servants, so he tried it for a while.

It's not blindly blaming, but a heart-to-heart exchange.

Her painstaking efforts were at least to some extent understood by the gunmen, and even accommodated.His heart seemed to be touched, which made him feel more guilty.

"Are you angry?"

"Angry? No, no, how can you tell that I am angry."

"Then you...would you blame me?" Diarmuid continued to ask.

"No. We are just discussing on an equal footing." Without showing any displeasure, Heyamendi's expression remained calm and indifferent, "Your wish is mine. So... lend me a few days temporarily, Okay? There are only a few days before the end of the Holy Grail War."

Diarmuid, please lend me your body and mind...

Perhaps unable to refuse, Diarmuid lowered his head in silence.But it was quickly raised.The eyes staring at the master suddenly became persistent.

"I understand the truth of what you said. I am also a person who has experienced the baptism of countless wars. I have tasted the most unforgettable joy and experienced the deepest despair. The temporary retreat is to prepare for a better advance in the future .”

"Ah, you understand. That's great."

When Heyamendi was feeling emotional, Diarmuid looked at the light and shadow in the distance, and whispered in a dry voice:

"If I'm gone, how can I ensure your safety? I'm so sorry that I almost failed your expectations of me. I have restrictions on you. I was too impulsive..."

The voice became deeper and weaker, and she couldn't help looking over her head.He lowered his head, trying to keep himself looking straight into his master's eyes without wavering, and then smiled at her.Heyamendi couldn't feel the magic charm in his eyes, only the tiredness of fighting against himself.

She had been flattered by Diarmuid's somewhat semi-forced restraints for her before.The age is different, the environment is different, and the culture is very different.Heyamendi, who has always disliked the existence of the ban in Celtic mythology, could not identify with it, and was even a little sad about what happened to the servant during his lifetime.In the myth, his leader Finn took advantage of the many restrictions on Diarmuid and cleverly murdered him.

Therefore, on the topic of prohibition, she does not intend to continue the discussion.

"Confirm two things." She said, "You didn't make an appointment with that archer, did you?"

"No, please rest assured."

Ah, this guy is not beyond hopeless... Heyamendi thought to himself.But what she said was completely different from what she thought.

"The advantage of not being able to scoop weapons with your right hand should be kept as long as possible. The second thing, riders..."

Diarmuid, who fully understood the meaning of the master, immediately interjected, "Before leaving, I have passed on the address to the rider. Whether it can be successful depends on her master's intention."

She nodded.

In any case, what they had to do had been done.Sincerity is definitely enough, and the rest depends on the other party.

Diarmuid didn't seem to notice her distraction at all.

The familiar mysterious atmosphere...

This is? !

"My lord." He called out, "At one o'clock, on the roof less than 300 meters away, the assassin is there!"

Heyamendi's eyes were immediately drawn by the servant's warning words.With the excellent [Intuition Preemption], the airflow of the assassin's hidden breath could not escape Diarmuid's perception.That figure... a weird figure in a black cloak and a skull mask was squatting by the chimney of a certain house.

"Is he...observing us?" From Heyamendi's eyes, all he could see was a mass of black.

"..." Diarmuid guarded her closely behind his back, armed with two guns, not daring to be careless.

Although Assassin's combat ability may not be very good, and they retreated once under the hands of their master and slave, but no matter what, it is impossible to fight Assassin now.Unable to use magic, Heyamendi felt powerless.

Rather than risking a frontal attack, it is more appropriate to obtain intelligence by tracking people.If you can meet the situation where the master and servant act separately, you can still find a chance to assassinate...

Unfortunately, being too focused on monitoring the shallow battle made Assassin miss the chance to assassinate the single Rod Hawk or Heyamendi.

Assassin's Heroic Spirits are able to suppress their magic power to almost zero and act like invisible shadows, quietly approaching the target.

Now, that black shadow released the spirit body and appeared in a materialized form on a high place in the distance. There is no doubt that it was not a simple investigation.He had wanted to gain something.

"Oh, I was discovered again. Can't even get close to 200 meters? That little brother with two guns is really worrying." I don't know what method was used. He was clearly complaining, but still no one could hear the assassin Then, "I can't help it, I'd better get out first!"

The assassin who talked to himself, after dropping such a self-deprecating sentence that no one could hear, transformed from a physical body to a spiritual body and disappeared.

Fortunately for Assassin, although Lancer has the ability to track the spirit-formed servants, he is unable to track them because of the crisis of Heyamendi's inability to cast magic.

"Despicable guy, are you looking for a chance to assassinate you who is alone?"

"It seems that the Assassin's Heroic Spirit is a guy who holds grudges, and he must be worried about the last miss."

Heyamendi, who couldn't deny the Servant's words, could only laugh dryly, and replied half-jokingly. The assassin's incident undoubtedly sounded the alarm for her. If she can't be sure that nothing will go wrong, she should try to avoid acting separately.

Diarmuid, who was full of fighting spirit due to the sudden appearance and retreat of the assassin, suddenly realized an important problem after he lifted his vigilance, and his expression became a little distressed.

"Master, shall we... go back?"

"Go back, what else are you doing?"

"Then—how should we go back? This is a new city, and it seems... quite far from the castle area."

"Ah, this... seems to be the only way to go back."

"……yes."

"Pray to heaven for a kind coachman...give it to us."

In the reddish sky that was about to dawn, the two looked towards the west of the city, which was far away, and sighed deeply.

***

Tasting the mellow aroma on the tip of the tongue, the endless aftertaste makes people feel like they are in a vineyard, with the vast grassland at their feet and the snow-capped mountains in the distance.

Elijah reclined on the sheepskin sofa and put the wine glass back on the table.In the large white bathrobe, the beautiful and well-proportioned body line under the tight collarbone is faintly visible, full of heroism and allure, making this red-haired nobleman even more handsome and charming, showing a completely different side from the previous elegant and rigorous temperament.

But his countenance was far from