[Fate Gun Brother] The 2.5th Holy Grail War

The adults taught me the knowledge of the Holy Grail War, although it is the most basic and superficial.I will advance and retreat with the two of you.Hmm... So, is the current battle situation optimistic? "

Hearing Kayak's question, the master and slave looked at each other helplessly.

"The trend of an 'anti-lancer alliance' has gradually formed." Heyamendi replied as if joking, and Diarmuid immediately asked the Master in a calm and comforting tone.

"My lord, the caster who wants to unite and the master of the saber, do they also know each other?"

"That won't be the case. I haven't summoned him since I fell out with Yames. He and Grinsha have never met. Besides, Saber's master is just a magician from the Einzbern family in this life. But he and Berserker I'm curious about the relationship with the master."

The handsome spearman squinted his eyes and nodded, he thought seriously about the second half of Heyamendi's sentence when he understood the answer.Kayak looked at them confusedly.

"What charades are your master and servant playing?"

"Anyway, it's not good. We're on the verge of being a target."

Dark clouds shrouded Heyamendi and Diarmuid in front of them.Kayak, who roughly understood the situation of the two of them, also became troubled.

"Then what should I do? Is there anything I can do to help?"

Kayak is sincere.Looking at him, He Yamendi suddenly sighed.With this sigh, the indifference that had been on her face was stripped away, and she smiled meaningfully as she gradually made up her mind.

"Lancer, can you take a look outside? I'm a little worried about the situation outside."

Diarmuid responded to his master's request without any doubt, and transformed into a spirit body beside her.Feeling the fading undercurrent of magical power gradually leaving, Heyamendi glanced at the cold and dilapidated mechanical devices around him, and then slowly fixed his gaze on Kayak.

The three-person exchange turned into a two-person private conversation, and Kayak immediately captured the information.

"Miss Hoyamendi, why did you dismiss him?"

"Because I don't want Lancer to hear what I'm going to say next."

She looked at the current guard of the director in front of her.Over the long years, the guards accompanying Shaka Sirt have changed countless times.She knows part of it.While she was still alive, she got along pretty well with some of these relationships.

Kayak was like a leopard preparing to hunt in the field, hiding motionless behind the tall weeds, staring at the prey in the open, always maintaining a strong spirit and sitting opposite her.There was no sign of slack in the determined gaze that emanated from his eyes.She heard from Shakasirt that Kayak had served in the military for many years and participated in the Franco-Prussian War. He was an orphan with a miserable life experience.The persevering eyes between the brows that have been tempered like sharp knives are the imprint of having experienced the baptism of cruel war.

"Kayak, I have to confirm with you, what kind of situation can you do for me and for Shakasilt?"

"I have nothing. I can't recall anything about my birth and name. Before I met him, I only knew how to shoot, snipe, and kill. I didn't feel like a human being at all. I gave up everything... until I met him. Now I Everything is given by the director. Take me in, enlighten me, and continue my life that is no longer sad. He taught me the meaning of existence, instead of living in a muddle. Lord Shakashirt is like my reborn parents .And you are the person he values ​​most."

Kayak twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled at Heyamendi while talking.The reason why he can show such a gentle expression now is entirely because Shaka Sirt appeared in his life.

Heyamendi nodded, without wasting any time turning the topic to the Holy Grail War.

"The current situation is - there are at least three to four servants who regard me and Lancer as thorns in the flesh. In order to save the unfavorable situation, I can only take this tactic."

"What did you think of?"

"Let me be clear first, this is completely a trick. It is a trick that makes people doubt the character of the planner."

However, even after saying this, Heyamendi immediately returned to a calm expression after a moment of shame, which is Kayak's usual impression of this white-haired woman.

"I want you—kidnap someone."

Kayak listened attentively and swallowed.

"I've had this idea more than once. But it can't be implemented." Heyamendi recalled the rejection of Shakasirt and let Kayak follow their master and servant. He felt a little emotional, "I didn't want to leave Brussels when I left. You got involved. But now..."

Looking intently at the frowning Heyamendi, Kayak still listened attentively.

"I have to say that Shaka Sirt's move to send you here without telling me is very wise. You came at the right time."

Knowing roughly what the woman said, Kayak responded like this:

"Do you want me to kidnap a certain master? I have no objection. I just have a small question...Mr. Diarmuid is a very powerful heroic spirit, why don't you let him do it?"

"Lancer... is not suitable for this job."

There is reason for Heyamendi to assert so.

In Heyamendi's impression, Diarmuid is an upright, noble, and self-disciplined warrior.His faith has always required him to have the utmost respect and admiration for his lord.But the pursuit of chivalry in his bones made him yearn for honorable battles.Obviously, his own orders cannot override his moral bottom line.Heyamendi wasn't sure if Diarmuid could continue to give absolute obedience if he gave that man an order that violated his principles.

In fact, to put it another way, if Diarmuid really followed her blindly in everything, Heyamendi's impression of this heroic spirit would be greatly reduced.No matter what kind of oppression they are under, they can always maintain their true heart. Only such a person will be favored by Heyamendi.

"Lancer, he only needs to wave his guns on the battlefield to his heart's content, showing his brilliance and glory. Let us let him do the dirty things."

"I understand, Miss Hoyamendi. Please give me instructions."

"The target is Berserker's master. Capture him alive and coerce him, and destroy one side directly. If it's useless, kill him. I'll write you the address." Heyamendi's voice was covered with a thick layer of frost.

If you want to survive in a disadvantaged environment, you must grab it by any means.Kayak wasn't ashamed of it.In extreme warfare, cruelty is not a rare thing. It should be said that Kayak, who has long been accustomed to this, accepted this mission calmly, and his eyes burst out with a strong stern light.

"Just do as you say!"

Now, they work together to put Hoyamendi's plan into action.

Diarmuid lowered his eyes weakly when he saw the unconscious red-haired girl lying on her back on the damaged mechanical table.The element of loss contained in the dull golden eyes is far higher than the joy of success.Diarmuid would definitely find it hateful if the enemy resorted to the despicable trick of kidnapping hostages.But...it was his beloved master who did such villainous behavior.

Just the sight in front of him, Diarmuid still can't believe that this will be true.He originally thought it was just a simple patrol mission. Although Heyamendi was vague about the purpose of the three of them going out, he never imagined that such a thing would happen.

Over there, Kayak was setting up the "interrogation platform" according to Heyamendi's instructions, and tied the girl's body tightly to the simple long platform with ropes.

A shadow cast over Diarmuid's eyebrows, and he took a long breath.

"Master..."

"Lancer, it's none of your business here. Go on patrol."

Make a fist.The master's preemptive words shattered the man's expectation of appeal.He Yamendi's unwavering face was reflected in the eyes full of grief.

"Yes..." After a short answer, Diarmuid disappeared silently.

With a little awe, Kayak adjusted his eyes from the place where the heroic man left sadly, and asked softly:

"Miss Heyamendi, what should we do now?"

She didn't speak, and went straight to the side of the long platform, stretched out her hands and pressed the girl's temples.The mouth is chanting a language that no one can understand, ancient spells with powerful magic power, the voice is soft and indistinct.The fingertips placed on both sides of the head did not use force, but the sleeping girl groaned in pain, but still did not open her eyes.

At this moment, Kayak saw the back of Heyamendi's left hand seem to be glowing.He knew she could perform magic, but this was the first time he had seen it.

A dark black magic circle, with an equilateral triangle pattern drawn in a circular frame.

The essence is different from pentagram, hexagram and seven-pointed star.

The triangular magic circle is also known as the extreme demon magic circle.As the name suggests, the function of this type of magic circle is to launch spells such as sorcery and black magic.The mana consumption is extremely high.

The mirror image of the fantasy magic circle that exists in the mind is reflected in reality, and projected on the hands or feet.

It's like a wizard performing hypnosis, luring out the truest answer and releasing the deepest subconscious mind.

So Heyamendi began to ask:

"your name?"

The red-haired girl's consciousness became thinner due to the magic power soothing her temples.The whole person seems to be slowly sinking into a dark quagmire, in the thick and sticky paste