[Fate Gun Brother] The 2.5th Holy Grail War

, bowed his head deeply.Those words that he said in a subdued and serious tone fully expressed his mood.It was a pity, it was painful...but in the end, the reputation that the black-haired Heroic Spirit had always valued gave way to something.He didn't want to see the disappointment in his master's eyes.

With a little unbearable emotion, He Yamendi concluded in a deep voice, "Then, Lancer and I will act as bait. Maqili Heilwen, you and Rider are hiding in the dark and waiting for the opportunity to support. This time, we will kill Archer in one fell swoop. crush."

After clarifying the goal, everyone nodded in affirmation.

Less than three hours before the agreed deadline.Time is pressing and there is no room for delay.After eating something casually, the blond boy set off with his allies.

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Diarmuid is a man who values ​​chivalry and fights for his personal honor.More than once, he has been obsessed with participating in the Holy Grail War, and his sole purpose is to fulfill the duties that he failed to accomplish in his previous life in the name of a knight.He has regrets for not being loyal to his lord during his lifetime, and it is his most primitive pursuit to die in battle and sacrifice his life for his loyal lord.No attachment to the Holy Grail itself.

But why unconsciously, his mind changed.

In the Fourth Holy Grail War, the tiny wish that the heroic spirit Diarmuid sincerely prayed for was strangled in the master's command spell, and he was out of the game with regret.He was like a child who has lost his way, waiting eagerly for the guiding light that would lead him to the main road.In between, he came to this battlefield at the end of the nineteenth century, and met the woman who was waiting for him in his fate, and at the same time was waiting for him.Go against her original intention for her and make a decision that would never be possible in her lifetime.It's becoming less and less like my own self, ridiculous, lamentable, sad...

Of course Heyamendi was aware of this.

The lord who wants Diarmuid to work for him must first increase his own value.His lord should be a noble person who is more respectable and trustworthy than anyone else.He is braver than anyone else in battle, and his conduct is more noble and upright than anyone else!Let Diarmuid be proud of his lord at all times.After achieving this point, I will not bother to use the tricks of the three evils... But, this is too difficult in the Holy Grail War.It doesn't mean that Diarmuid and her ideas are completely opposite, but that it is impossible to apply to the battlefield of the Holy Grail, and it does not conform to Heyamendi's own personality.

I don't know how many times I can shake him like this.

I don't know how many times I can make him willing.

I don't know how long it will be until he defies for the first time.

I don't know if he will regret it halfway.

With such uneasy thoughts in mind, people have come to the place they want to go.

Mount Petrin—

This is a hill located in the center of Prague, west of the Vltava River, with an altitude of more than [-] meters.To the north is the Lesser Town of Prague, and further north is the Castle District.On a mountain full of vigor and vitality, there is a large lumber farm.Surrounded by trees, it is neither dry nor dry, and the fresh air makes people feel refreshed.

It is indeed a suitable venue for a duel.In the capital of magic in spring, the afternoon light shines through the branches and leaves, and the whole hill shows a warm and pleasant scene.

"I really didn't expect you to come to this kind of appointment with me. Lancer, you are not ashamed of this strategy of two against one?"

"I don't want to make you worry. I can't be too rigid in the form of fighting anymore."

Diarmuid responded lightly with a low but clear voice.The stern expression that hung on the face of this beautiful heroic spirit eased a little.

He didn't look like a person who was about to risk his life to fight at all, and the bitterness between his eyebrows made He Yamendi unable to ignore it.

He sighed lightly, then looked around.

An empty lumberyard.The felled tree trunks are neatly arranged and piled on the ground.But the workers were nowhere to be found.Maybe the other party's master used some method to make all the workers around him leave.

And this uninhabited corner of the mountain, away from the residential area, is indeed perfect for a duel between servants.

Diarmuid and Heyamendi appeared on the field of the decisive battle early as if they were the ones initiating the challenge.

wrong.Can't think of it that way.

The irrelevant people were sent away from the battle field in advance, but in fact, the other party arrived earlier than them.

"Kacha" is the sound of stepping on fallen leaves on the ground.With the sound of even footsteps, the enemy also boldly stood in the middle of the logging camp.If they had a clock by their side, they would have found that this enemy had a strong sense of time, and it happened to be exactly twelve noon when he appeared on the stage.

However, the person who came was not Archer.

Tall, broad shoulders.The long dark blue-purple hair hangs down on the shoulders, and the vindictiveness wrapped in the knight's cloak—don't be surprised, the person who came to the appointment will be Saber.The enemy you least want to meet.

He Yamendi's expression froze.Diarmuid also opened his mouth in disbelief.

"Saber—could it be you?"

The long-haired knight did not put on a fighting stance, but instead stared calmly at the questioning Lancer.The thin facial contours are impeccable, and the thin lips make people feel strict and ascetic.The eyes are clearly melancholic, but it also makes people feel his masculine charm that cannot be ignored.

Why is this so?The master and the slave both had the same question in their hearts.

Saber shifted her gaze from the heroic spirit Diarmuid to Heyamendi, and after two seconds, she shifted her gaze back again.

"Let's begin... Lancer." The knight whispered.

This voice full of incomparable realism seemed to wake up the white-haired woman at once.

Ha, why didn't she think of that?In other words, I thought of it, but why didn't I stick to it? ——The duel letter did not state that this contest is one-on-one, isn't it the best evidence that the enemy united with the accomplice? !

He Yamendi's slender eyebrows twitched.Can't help feeling remorse for my carelessness.

"Oops."

A tone that couldn't be more natural.It would be absurd if she yelled at the enemy "Why did you do that" or "Who the hell wrote the gauntlet?"

Oops—that's all she said.Then a smile appeared.It was a transparent and bleak smile. Diarmuid saw it and understood the meaning.This is a smile that only warriors who have experienced life and death can understand.

The spear and the note were undoubtedly shot by the Archer, but it was the Saber who attacked... I figured it out as soon as I thought about it.The enemy used the same methods as them, Archer must be lying in ambush somewhere.

"I didn't expect to be able to fight against the heroic spirit at the seat of the 'Knight of the Sword'. I'm going to ask for advice." It was different from the calmness of the master who accepted his fate. Lancer snorted coldly, looked down on Saber, and made no effort to hide his indignation.

With a backhand spin, the two long spears were raised, and he assumed a fighting posture.One left and one right, like a falcon about to soar high. Saber's slender eyes narrowed.This was the combat state he had the honor to see on the shallow battlefield the day before yesterday.

Diarmuid lowered his voice, "Master, please be careful. I am a little concerned about why Saber's master didn't show up. Maybe there is some conspiracy, you must pay attention..."

He Yamendi nodded without waiting for him to finish, "Conspiracy or something... Isn't the appearance of Saber just a prelude? I will wait and see what happens next." The icy blue eyes silently Staring at Saber in front of her without fear.

This battle does not require her to intervene.The battlefield should be reserved for servants.After meditating on this thought in her heart, the white-haired woman stepped back.

She must be wary of other enemies around her...

"Lancer, please bring me victory."

"Yes. The word 'defeated' has never been hung on the tip of my gun!"

The black-haired Heroic Spirit nodded firmly and took a step forward.Although she couldn't see the other person's expression, Heyamendi could feel that when she said this, Diarmuid in front of her must be smiling.

Lancer didn't dare to stare at Saber carelessly.The master is exposed in the enemy's field of vision, but the enemy's master is hiding somewhere.The situation is worrying.With a low growl from his throat, the spearman lowered his body as low as possible.

The man in front of him was someone he had fought against before.Make no mistake.During the Fourth Holy Grail War, the "Black Knight" who was summoned with the class of Berserker—the identity at that time.

If he recognized the other party, then the other party must also remember him.Although the real body of this heroic sword spirit is still unclear, but with Lancer as the opponent, Saber's ability to "grab weapons" will be restrained.

The true name of this Heroic Spirit must have something to do with the weapon he is used to, so the true Noble Phantasm has not been revealed for a long time.Seems to be a fairly cautious enemy.

"Saber, are you going to fight me with bare hands?" Lancer asked, but he didn't expect any real reply.

As expected, the knight did not reply verbally.Actions prove everything.He turned around abruptly and took steps forward to the left.

This man actually gave his back to himself? There was doubt in Lancer's vigilant eyes. Lancer's heroic spirit would not, and would not bother to launch an assault from behind the enemy. Saber also dared to do this because she has deep faith in Lancer's character.

When Lancer saw Saber's direction, he completely understood.

This venue was carefully chosen by the enemy.Petrin Mountain is surrounded by forests.And their district