[Comprehensive] Why am I not dead yet?

The night in Fuyuki City was quiet and serene. Weber, who was riding on the chariot, raised his head and could already see the soft light of the rising sun shining on the coastline, far away from the frightening murderous intent and aura around him behind the battlefield on the seashore. The instinctive fear gradually dissipated.

Weber heaved a long sigh of relief, and looked at the silent female general cautiously and uneasy.

"Then—Miss, when are you going to take this king's chariot? If you continue, even if it was really a joke just now, this king will take it seriously?" Iskandar, the king of conquerors, said. But Wei Bo was very surprised by his words: "Eh? Isn't she with us?"

And Lian Su raised his head, turned his head and glanced at the indifferent Iskandar.

Iskandar looked helplessly at this naive little master, and explained to him: "Hey what...is this obvious? A master of this level can easily take advantage of this king. They either took the opportunity to leave that place or have some special request for our help... Well, although I don’t mind having an extra helper, but in case this Miss Heroic Spirit doesn’t have a Master If you want to make a magic offering, then I need your help, your level of magic power may not be able to withstand the offering of two heroic spirits, right?"

Of course, this is just a reason that Weber Velvet can understand and accept. There are too many thoughts lingering in the heart of the King of Conquerors and he said it out. in a forest clearing.

"There is no one here, so let's make it clear here."

Lian Su pondered for a moment, then chuckled.

"...Sure enough, it's still a bit harder for a character like the King of Conquerors to easily get away with it."

She jumped off Iskandar's bullock cart and raised her hand to take off the mask, revealing the rare beauty in the world. She casually grabbed the messy hair bound by the mask, and showed surprise at the magnanimous face. The vicious Conqueror King laughed: "I... I'm not a heroic spirit, but I'm not a human being either. The situation is a bit special, but it's true that I was a little careful when riding in your chariot. Please forgive me."

The King of Conquerors laughed boldly: "It's okay, it's not a big deal, not to mention that after watching such a wonderful battle, it's really nothing to let you ride in an ox cart for a while." He touched himself chin, thoughtfully: "But you will accept this king's invitation, but it is indeed unexpected."

"This is a little skill of mine." She looked at the black-haired boy who was looking at her cautiously, and smiled inexplicably: "...just like the power of the Holy Grail can make the heroic spirits of the past The body that has obtained the condensed magic power has descended into the world and spanned time, and I saw another possibility in your master."

Iskandar was a little puzzled, but seeing that Lian Su just smiled and said nothing, he didn't ask any more questions.

During this Holy Grail War, a soldier wearing a mask was willing to take off his disguise and talk to him calmly. This open trust and a little distance were enough for Iskandar to feel the attitude of the other party subtly. It may not be necessary to call each other as enemies or even as friends at the moment, but some topics are not deliberately discussed in detail.

In fact, Lian Su's thinking is very simple, and her purpose is also very simple, just this young magician in front of her.

——Using oneself as a medium, crossing time and space, passing through the legend zone and pan-human history.

Weber Velvet, he is not only the Master in this Holy Grail War, he is also a line.

The line used to connect this world and the blank pan-human history is connected to the Seat of Heroes through the guidance of the heroic spirit that descended on this young man, and the thread that transcends time and rivers is connected by the current self and the future self.

Lian Su originally wanted to complete his map of mountains and rivers in advance by linking the Chaldea and the Belt of Hearings through the young Weber Velvet, but since his heroic spirit became a little suspicious, forget it.

This kind of thing is generally taboo to catalyze and guide deliberately; if it is successful, it will not be successful, even if it is not forced, it will not be wasted. This trip is purely to test the possibility. Dahl went to war, but it would be nice to sell a little bit.

"I'm not interested in the Holy Grail, but I'm interested in this great magic ceremony that relies on the Great Holy Grail to appear... After all, I have the same attitude towards these seven heroic spirits, but I'm a little angry because the golden one took the lead. , so it’s good to help you guys.”

"Ah, that golden one..." Speaking of this Iskandar also had some headaches: "Indeed, such an arrogant guy is really hard to find, I think you seem to dislike him?"

"It's not disgusting." Lian Su said with a smile: "But in a sense, he did say something that shouldn't be said. I won't do it myself, but it's good to help others."

Iskandar raised his eyebrows: "For example?"

Lian Su tapped his chin with the mask in his hand. "For example, the real name of the King of Gold... well, but I guess you have a picture in your mind?"

"I am a famous king of conquerors anyway," Iskandar snorted coldly, "There is no guy who can say that kind of thing without hesitation after the king reveals his real name in the entire history of mankind." How many? It’s just not sure right now, but it’s not unsure.”

"Then it seems that I am a little busy." Lian Su lowered her eyes and chuckled. "But now that it's confirmed, let me say one more word—Iskandar the Conqueror, I'm afraid you'll be completely restrained when you meet that guy."

Iskandar felt a little helpless: "Hey, I am also the King of Conquerors after all? Show me some face?"

"No way, the heroic spirits of the Age of Gods are just so unreasonable." Lian Su tossed the mask in his hand up and down, the corners of his lips curled into a half-smile: "But it's not completely unreasonable."

"Forget it, if he is really the legendary King of Heroes, let's not talk about those messy orthodox human wisdom scriptures, the attack method of Kim Pika must be a very difficult target, I am not like you How can I decipher a martial skill so exquisite that it can be called unparalleled in the world?"

Lian Su opened her mouth, a strange emotion flashed across her face, and soon disappeared.

"...Gilgamesh, the hero king, there are a few treasures that need to be feared. The incarnation of the strongest human weapon is also the last thing left by his friend Enkidu, the lock of the sky; and that The bone sword with the hilt endowed him with immortality. From the perspective of the Holy Grail War, it is probably a magical melting pot comparable to the Great Holy Grail. Coupled with the special ability of the archer class to act independently, even if it is out of the control of the master He can be around for a long time, too."

"Immortality!?" Weber cried out, his face filled with unbelievable arrogance and anxiety: "That attack mode alone is bad enough, and that guy's stats are simply terrifying! So How are you going to fight!!!"

Iskandar smacked his lips, and slapped the little master's thin back, barely slapping him to the ground: "Be quiet."

The woman in front of her is not really an ally, at most she is an enemy of the enemy. They just exchange some information for a common goal. It is a big taboo in the military to casually expose one's own strength and bottom line.

"It's okay." Lian Su's eyes swept across the young man with aggrieved face, his face was full of helpless smile: "It's a good thing to have such a state of mind in a sense."

"... That's true." Iskandar the Conqueror was stunned for a moment, and then he understood Lian Su's implication. For those people who instinctively guarded against everyone, the little Master Weber Velvet laughed and said: "I don't see that you're a rather kind and generous fellow."

"Kindness? No." Lian Su shook her head, put on her mask again, and turned to leave.

"I'm a tyrant."

If she is really a benevolent king, she will not extend her hand to this world without hesitation.

****

At the same time, on the national highway in the suburbs of Fuyuki City, a Mercedes-Benz 300SL was speeding all the way at a speed so frightening that even a heroic spirit would be terrified. On the road covered by the forest, only this silver light flashed quickly. It roared majesticly like a beast, and passed on the asphalt road, leaving only a little reverberation.

Artoria, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, watched in horror as Irisviel swayed the car from side to side with excitement. The reason for her shock might be because of her unfamiliar skills or her lack of knowledge. Another reason for the scruples on his face was because Mr. Fu Su had sensed something was wrong and ran away early.

The girl cursed the fleeing young man in her heart, but she suddenly sensed a murderous volley coming from her side. Arturia immediately grabbed the steering wheel with a serious expression, and stepped on the brakes: "—stop!"

"Huh?" Before Alice could react, she felt her body shaking, and she leaned forward a lot due to inertia. She swayed in the car before she stabilized her figure. A strange figure was reflected in the headlights of the car. Strangely gorgeous robes, slender hands and feet, and cheekbones with high and thin cheekbones, he stared at Artoria in front of him with a certain kind of joyful contentment and a little bit of grief and anxiety.

"...I've been waiting for a long time, Holy Maiden."

The man bowed slightly, with a pious and respectful attitude: "Gill de Rais, I have been waiting for you for too long."

Alice Feier covered her mouth: "What's going on, are you revealing your real name again?"

"Oh, it looks like we have other guests today." The weird man smiled lightly, "Could it be that this blessing that came to this world has turned into your curse, because these guys caused you to forget The original ideal?"

Arturia said in a deep voice: "...I don't know your name, and I'm not a holy girl."

"Ah, it's okay, it's okay, Joan of Arc..." the man read anxiously, his huge eyes filled with some kind of twisted attachment: "You are cursed, cursed by the lament of the gods ...I don't know that the hateful god tortured you to such an extent!!! You have forgotten the most noble existence in this world! I can't imagine what kind of torture in this world can make you forget your original Belief!!!"

Arturia was faintly angry: "I told you, I'm not a holy girl, let alone Joan of Arc."

"Ah... ah... is that so?"

The man sighed and lowered his head.

"I see, have you forgotten your own existence? No wonder, no wonder... Otherwise, why would you stand by and let her fight with the devil?"

Artoria's heart sank suddenly: "Stand your hands...and watch?"

"—You won't forget, how could you forget that person? How could you forget that scene?" Gilles de Rais sobbed in a tone of great grief.

He bent down, buried his face in the wide palm, and mourned in a voice like a poor believer who had lost his faith: "Your Majesty the Queen, whom you and I swear allegiance to, you once crowned her with a crown of golden roses... for You, the only time in her life she stood on the battlefield with a sick body and won the final decisive battle. At that time, the queen was wearing such clothes and wielding such weapons... Have you forgotten all of this? !?"

Arturia trembled all over.

"Put on the crown personally, crown her as the king, protect her for the rest of her life... and fight for it with a sick body... Before dying, she has to make countless promises for the saint to prevent her from happening... the glorious queen of France Sandra I..." Artoria took a deep breath, calming down the scorching rage that almost made her blood boil: "...I, do I look like her?"

Jill raised her head excitedly, and looked expectantly at her beautiful face filled with cold rage: "Oh! Joan of Arc! Joan of Arc! Do you remember!?"

"……what."

Artoria let out a dark sneer.

"--good, very good."

It doesn't matter whether she resembles that Joan of Arc...or that Joan of Arc resembles her.

Her fingers slowly clenched the golden sword in her hand.

...No one can take away the only thing she wants, the only thing that is not expected as the king of Britain, not the king of ideals, but purely the existence that Artoria Pendragon begged to have.

No matter who it is.

——The teacher should only be hers.

The elf in the lake gave up Merlin who was chasing her, gave up the eternal life possessed by the fairy in the lake, and Avalon in the utopia, and walked up to her with concentration and earnestness, as her guide, as Her light has always existed by her side, never leaving her.

Until the elf who walked out of the lake disappeared like light in Camelot's castle and in front of Artoria because of the exhaustion of lifespan, the time spent with Vivienne was Artoria's time here. The most beautiful dream the world has ever had.

She wants to continue the elf's eternal dream. If it can last forever, then the dream can also be turned into reality.

——For this reason, she will not hesitate to be an enemy of pan-human history.