[Fate Gun Brother] The 2.5th Holy Grail War

Wearing a light blue and white military uniform, the hair over the shoulders is straight down, and it is casually tied into a low ponytail.The hair color is reminiscent of the sea.The bodyguard of the Director of the Brussels Shrine—a man named Kayak.

"Is Shaka Sirt not here?"

"Ah, the Minister is meeting with several business tycoons, and it may take a while."

"..."

He Yamendi had no choice but to return depressed.

The attendants of the God Hall should be reliable, that is to say, this letter is probably sent by the writer himself.

Is it someone who knows me? --impossible!This idea was rejected as soon as it was born.Except for Shaka Sirt, all other old acquaintances of the white-haired woman should have passed away long ago.

As soon as the command spell appeared, it was hidden by her own magic, and she and the servant never left the hall for half a step.How did the other party know that she was chosen by the Holy Grail?

There was a faint trace of magic on the envelope...

After walking in the corridor silently for a while, Heyamendi finally couldn't help but speak, "Dilarmuid."

"Yes, Master." Hearing the call, the black-haired spearman immediately materialized behind her.

Heyamendi handed the envelope to Diarmuid, letting him feel the magic power on it.

"Go and chase the messenger back before the magic power dissipates." She gave an order, "But don't run too far, if you really can't find it, come back as soon as possible."

"Yes." Diarmuid replied and disappeared as a spirit.

That night.

It was 23:35 in the evening, and Shaka Sirt was finally liberated from the busy office all day.

As soon as the brown-haired young man came out, he saw Heyamendi standing outside waiting for him.

"Heya, what's the matter? I heard from Kayak that you have been waiting for me for a day."

"Will the rules of the Holy Grail War allow other masters to know the opponent's information? Or is there a special supervisory agency?" Heyamendi raised the question that she had held back all day.

"As far as I know, there should be such an organization. But I don't know the supervisor this time."

"I think so. It would be strange if there is no one! If there is no one to judge who the master wins, the Holy Grail War is just a farce."

"Huh? What happened?"

"Someone sent me this, could it be the Overseer?"

"Hmm..." The man who took the letter and studied it carefully groaned.

"Do you recognize this handwriting?"

"There is an indescribable feeling..." Shaka Sirt tried hard to recall, but then shook his head, "The supervisor should not leak the secret. In order to create a fair competition environment, if the master wants to know The opponent's intelligence must be inquired by oneself..."

"What if the Overseer cannot be trusted?"

"This is what I..."

The Divine Hall and the Magic Association have never had any intersection, and Shaka Sirt felt helpless for a while.

A brief silence appeared between the two.At this moment when no one was speaking, Diarmuid suddenly materialized from the front and walked towards Heyamendi.

"Master, I'm sorry, I couldn't track down the person who sent the letter."

"Ah, Diarmuid, are you finally back? I thought you finally figured out that following me, a master who has no achievements, has no future at all, and you are ready to abandon me."

"Master, why do you think so? I'm very sorry for not coming back in time, but I, Diarmuid, are by no means the kind of person who would betray the master..." The knight hurriedly defended, but his voice became weaker and weaker ... In fact, he turned his back once.

He Yamendi curled his lips and smiled wickedly, "Of course I know you're not."

You are not him.This sudden idea only lasted half a second in the woman's mind.

"..."

Faced with such a firm affirmation from his master, Diarmuid was a little speechless.The venomous master and the honest knight——Shaka Sirt couldn't help coughing and laughing when he saw this scene.

"Is there really no clue at all?" After the joke, the white-haired woman's expression became serious, and she looked up at the servant's golden eyes.

Diarmuid bowed slightly, and replied, "The person who sent the letter is definitely not in this city. I can say that."

"what?"

"Because I really chased it far away. The source of that magic power is no longer in this city."

If even the speed of the spearman who is famous for his agility can't be tracked...

"...It seems that this time the opponent has quite a big guy." At this moment, He Yamendi can only give such a conclusion.

Facing the unknown ahead, all three of them were frowning.Maybe now we can only use the power of the God Hall to try our best to contact the Overseer Organization.After a while, Shakasirt's stern face relaxed slightly, and he said softly to the woman beside him:

"By the way, He Ya." The brown-haired man looked at her with a mysterious smile, "During the meeting in the afternoon, I asked for a gift for you from those penny-pinching businessmen."

The gift that Shaka Sirt was referring to was a real estate.

The location of the Holy Grail War has been determined, and it is Prague, known as the "Magic Capital of Europe".Then it is always necessary to have a shelter there.The man who is the head of the God Hall in Brussels finally got a piece of land in the hands of a Central European businessman engaged in real estate business after a lot of rhetoric - a small church in a semi-abandoned state in Prague's Golden Lane.

There are no three founding families in Prague, and the Holy Grail War was chosen to start in a strange city, so the rules are somewhat different from before.

——When there are seven masters, the master summons seven servants, and all the contestants arrive in Prague, the Holy Grail War will start automatically.

Maybe not for long.

Already being targeted by enemies hiding in the dark, it is impossible to stay in Brussels.

When Shakasirt insisted on Kayak going to the battlefield with Heyamendi and Diarmuid, the white-haired woman simply refused.In case the enemy hits him by attacking the hall of the gods, there is no harm in leaving as much combat power as possible for Shaka Sirt.

Finally, Brussels sent off the cold winter.One day when the city entered early spring and early March, Heyamendi and her servant set off.

***

"Ugh-"

The wailing of the steam locomotive signaled the beginning of another journey.

In the carriages where people come and go, people are doing their own things without caring about each other, even the noise in the air is clear and empty.

He Yamendi sat on the seat, and the suitcase was already packed.Sitting in the window seat on her right was a fat elderly man, sleeping soundly with a sack in his arms.The rather rhythmic purring came to her ears from time to time.

It's bad luck to sit with an aging head drooling in sleep...

The white-haired woman thought to herself, at this moment, she would rather hope that the honest gunman with a bit of stupidity sitting next to her.

She could feel the black-haired Heroic Spirit transforming into spirit and guarding around her.It can be regarded as saving a ticket.

"The train is about to leave. Passengers who have not boarded the train please scoop up their belongings and get on the train as soon as possible..."

The sharp and piercing voice of the female train conductor sounded in my ears, because the loudspeaker was turned off?p>

Di Yuan enzyme plus noisy?p>

The thick fog outside the window has not dissipated, spreading in the air.

He Yamendi closed his eyes, rested his forehead on his left hand, and waited thoughtfully for the train to start.In a trance, it seemed that something accidentally bumped into the left arm she was supporting, causing her to open her eyes and raise her head.

A woman, fat and bloated, is a typical example of a woman who is fat after giving birth.She is short in stature, facing the shelf that is much taller than her, she can only try to reach it as if she can't hear the mocking voices of the crowd around her.

The unattainable shelf is so out of reach, women have lifted the suitcase to the highest, but it is still very difficult.

A pair of white-gloved hands reached out and lifted the suitcase up firmly.The white-haired woman raised her head, and her golden-gray shattered hair hung down—it was the man sitting next to Heyamendi and the sleepy old man, the farthest left.

The man quietly returned to his seat with a quiet expression. When Heyamendi looked at him, he only saw his ears.

"Thank you...thank you." The woman thanked with emotion.

"You're welcome, ma'am."

This low and hoarse voice, as calm as water, sounds quite calm.

The woman finally sat next to the man, separating him from Hoyamendi.

The train roared forward.In this small carriage, there is a thin mist...

Nuremberg - Another transit point.

People kept going down and never seeing each other again, and new passengers kept coming.The locomotive stopped from time to time to add coal and water, and sometimes even stayed in a certain city for a day or two.

Heyamendi, who had been bumping on the road for quite a while, felt a little bored.Although she has been reading books to pass the time, but she has no one to talk with, which makes her extremely boring.The only gratifying thing is that the fat old man who seemed to have bound his seat number with himself finally got off the bus in Nuremberg with a sack.

So, Heyamendi used the pretext of going to the bathroom to call out Diarmuid when there was no one around—although the place where he was called out was a bit embarrassing...

"Diarmuid, get off and sit with me in the car, I can still afford the magic power to keep you materialized until you arrive in Prague." The spearman's master asked.

After responding with a polite smile,