[Fate Gun Brother] The 2.5th Holy Grail War

As chic as the outside.There was a look of anxiety on Junyi's face.He put his right index finger against his lips, tapped his knuckles next to his teeth, and then put his hand down.

Saber will be right back.The battle in the shallows has been recounted by the servant, and it has been engraved in the heart of your son.

Elijah and Aqia haven't seen each other since the war started.Even if the relationship between brothers and sisters is claimed to the outside world, no matter when and where, it is always Elijah who is the young master who follows his father to receive guests or attend banquets.As the family's secret weapon, Azia has never stepped out of the castle since she was born.Therefore, their union is unknown to others.Because of this certainty, before the war, they swore that the Holy Grail must belong to the treasure of the Einzbern family.

However, the train carrying this beautiful dream gradually derailed.The advantages of the siblings are being disintegrated bit by bit.

The supervisor who spent a lot of money to buy was killed, the surveillance demons arranged in the city were all wiped out, Aqiya's residence was exposed, and the two Command Seals wasted for Saber...

The above are not the worst.

Aqiya, his "sister", as an artificial human, she has a fatal flaw in her physical structure.

— sleep.

No matter how you adjust the biological clock in your body, it's useless. Aqiya has to sleep half of the time every day.As soon as the sun goes down, you have to sleep.The battles she participates in can only be carried out during the day, and sleep is not human sleep, but a complete cessation of function. Berserker cannot be summoned while the master is sleeping, and the vacuum period in which saber is alone and helpless is very large.

Now, Aqiya is sleeping soundly in her new home.To make up for this shortcoming, Elijah had to get up early.

The enemy, on the other hand, seems to be quite keen on fighting at night... which makes Elijah feel a headache.

He couldn't sit still any longer.

Incompetent people who love to dream but do nothing, put them all under my command and use them for me.That was his decision, Elijah von Einzbern.

***

"Mr. Security Officer, what charges are you arresting me for?"

"Obviously, homicide, Mr. Rod Hawke."

"Do you plead guilty?"

The layout of the interrogation room is very simple, a table, three chairs, gone.

The man with short golden-gray hair looked thoughtfully at the water in the teacup on the table for a long time.Under the dim light, the white gauze was clearly visible, and the man's entire left arm was tightly fixed by a hoisted bandage.

Two guards in black uniforms, tall hats on their heads, one fat and one thin, sat across from the suspect, scooped out paper and pens, and waited.

"I said, please don't call me by that name. There is no definite evidence that I and that professor are the same person."

"Then skip this question." said the fat guard on the left, took out his cigar and lit it, "You live here?"

"Do not."

"What do you do?" said the thin man on the right.

"I am a collector of life."

"Do you take pleasure in stealing other people's lives? At best, you're just a murderer." With disgust in his tone, the fat man on the left said.

"So, who did I kill?"

"Two victims. According to eyewitnesses, you had an unexplained conflict with a white-haired lady on Casino Street in the New City. During this period, you hijacked a passing carriage and drove it into the car in a very cruel way. At the same time, my companion found that the leader Subu was killed in a similar way when searching the "Golden Emperor's House". Sir, isn't your hiding place right there? It can be preliminarily inferred that you want to Kill the reporter and silence the accomplices. The lady in the carriage is just a victim who unfortunately got involved in the dispute." The thin man on the right said.

Immediately following the words of his colleague, the fat guard on the left said, "The bodies of the two deceased were both cut up. Quite a neurotic killing style. What is your weapon? What is the motive for killing Subu? How many more people are going to be killed? Next Who is one object? Were you also involved in the St. George's Convent case?"

"Although your questions are so many that I can't remember them, but I will answer the question of 'how many more people to kill' with good intentions."

The two guards stared intently at the man opposite.With a rather gentle expression and an academic atmosphere that can't be concealed in every gesture, he looks like a decent guy.However, who would have thought that such an elegant man is actually a murderer with several murders.A place for such people should not be a stinking prison.He's clearly a nice guy—however you look at it in this situation, it feels awkward.

"Mr. Security Officer, have you ever thought of killing all human beings? Yes, the target I want to hunt is not 'someone', but all human beings. Why? Oh, I don't know either .That’s what I’m thinking about, really, really badly, impatiently. It’s been with me for over 30 years.”

The man with short golden-gray hair touched his chin and told without emotion.The ember-like eyes shone with a playful light, and looked towards the two security officers who had already been shocked.

The fat man on the left opened his mouth wide, as if he was about to jump up from his chair.The thin man on the right looked calm, but subconsciously wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"...Then, your second charge is attempted murder. Compared with that professor, you are far behind." Stuttering, the fat man said.

"Killing all human beings is not a joke. Are you willing to undergo a psychiatric test?" Turning the pen in his hand, the thin man said.

"I'd love to. I'm not quite mentally stable."

"Then the interrogation is over. Unfortunately, sir, your grand ambitions cannot be realized. You will spend the rest of your life in prison."

The guard came over and led him out of the interrogation room.When he got up, Rod Hawke gave them a thankful look and smiled slightly.

16 The second night - rest after the war

When Heyamendi and Diarmuid returned to their residence in Golden Alley, the rising sun had already set, and the night was dotted with bright stars.

Walk for more than ten hours.The money I had with me was barely enough for a meal.There was no carriage willing to rescue them along the way. I don't know whether to be angry or angry at this bad luck.Despite her attractive face, Lady Luck has never been attached to a dark-haired spearman.And his master was also unlucky.

Having experienced the battle with the professor, Heyamendi, who used the "Phantom" excessively, was so tired that he almost fell to the ground.On the way, Diarmuid even hugged his master and shuttled through various houses with a super-fast leap of a gunman. He drove a lot of roads, but he still couldn't get back to his residence before the sun set.Using the remaining money to eat, constantly looking for places to sit and rest, wasting time is certainly a major factor, but compared to these, the remaining reasons are embarrassing.

Diarmuid—not only lost his way, but also forgot about the blockade of the Charles Bridge, and had to return to the Francis Chain Bridge in the south with Heyamendi dozing off in his arms.

After waking up, facing the luck of the spearman's luck index e, the white-haired woman could only lament.

Two people go and go...

finally reached.The familiar door came into view.This dilapidated little church is no more intimate than it is at this moment.

I don't know if it was unexpected, but someone welcomed them immediately after opening the door.

"You guys walk so slowly..."

The one who made the sound was the blond boy sitting on the bench in the first row.

"..." For a while, neither the master nor the slave spoke, and they didn't know what expression to put on.

"I woke up from sleep, and you guys just came back." Facing the owner of the house, the white-haired woman and the black-haired man who were standing still, the young Maggie Helvin strengthened his tone, and couldn't help but doubt them. Are you deaf?

"Are you...the master of the rider?"

Great, finally someone responded.

"So, you are Lancer's master?"

He Yamendi nodded and gave the boy a knowing smile.Haierwen, who understood the meaning of this smile, immediately turned his head away, put on a look of [this was not my intention], and muttered in an inaudible voice:

"Don't get me wrong... the rider sent me here on his own initiative."

"Ah... riding a horse, well, it's so convenient."

Unable to help but wink at the spearman, Diarmuid shrugged and returned a helpless smile to his master.

Heilwen cautiously looked back and observed them, the two who were likely to become his allies.Is this woman who looks to be 20 years old at most and has no command spells in both hands, is she really one of the seven masters of this Holy Grail War?She shifted her gaze to the man next to her.He had seen Lancer, the Heroic Spirit of the Spear, and he had left a very deep impression on Haierwen, whether it was his magical beauty, superb martial arts skills, or his righteous deed of rescue.

After exchanging names, Heilwen asked:

"Using this as a base, why don't you open an enchantment to protect it?" Is this place easier to be discovered by the enemy than that cruise ship?Helvey stopped herself from thinking about it.

"Because I accidentally banned myself from magic not long ago."

Under the surprised eyes of the young man, Heyamendi, who was leaning on the edge of the bench, walked towards the door and raised his left hand.A circular magic circle with a hexagram pattern appeared on the back of the hand, and with the powerful flow of magic power, a silvery white light suddenly appeared.

No matter how many times he watched this scene, Diarmuid could not express his feelings other than admiration.The silver light is like flowing snowflakes, reflecting his