[Comprehensive] Give me amnesia!

The white-haired boy threw a red object at him.

—is a young woman.

After confirming the same appearance information as Master Merlin, Cu Chulainn did not step forward to catch it, his eyes froze, and GaeBolg in his hand swept across the dark night, rolling up a red magic vortex, and mercilessly stabbed at the closed door. Two-eyed figure—

Bang!

The tip of the spear pierced the woman's chest without any suspense, but it didn't feel like skin and flesh were torn apart. The human figure collapsed sharply at the moment of penetration, and a dazzling white light burst out.

"Come on!"

Cu Chulainn, who was on guard, turned his face and shouted at the unresponsive wizard, and quickly stepped back.

—but it was too late.

The black-robed wizard who was caught off guard showed a terrified expression. He only had time to call out his armor in a hurry, but was swallowed by white light, and a shattered scream overflowed from his throat. In a pothole with a diameter of three or four feet.

"Cut, have you been escaped?"

An unfamiliar female voice sounded leisurely, and walking out slowly from the door was a female red-clothed magician with eyes as blue as phosphorescent fire.She proudly glanced at the defeated generals who had lost their combat power, and then glanced at the blue spearman not far away with a cloudy expression, and she was speechless with regret,

"You're wasting your time, Merlin."

"It's okay, I'm also quite curious about wizards."

Merlin in white robes smiled and picked up the wizard's pointed hat with the end of his staff, and turned around curiously.

"In their legends, my status seems very unusual."

"I remember... you seem to be a god or something believed in by the wizarding world?"

Rin Tohsaka asked curiously and with a bit of evil taste,

"It's a great honor to suddenly entrust the god of the enemy of the magicians."

Cu Chulainn watched Caster's master-servant's provocative conversation with cold eyes, and his heart, which was originally calm, froze when he sensed a change in magic power somewhere.

——No, no way? !

However, in the next second when the ominous premonition arose, the command that caused the heroic spirit a headache exploded in his mind:

"What are you waiting for, Lancer? Do you want to be disposed of like that waste?!"

The arrogant female wizard approached from behind. When she looked at the silver-haired "Legendary Wizard", her flawless and beautiful face glowed with brilliance, and her voice changed from coldness to tenderness.

"Please wait a moment, Lord Merlin, I will rescue you from the magician's claws soon."

Shanna Malfoy obviously couldn't hold back her excitement and waited for the result in the base, so she decided to chase after her and monitor the battlefield herself.

She said this with righteous indignation and impassionedness, obviously she really believed that this "Merlin" was the one she believed in.

This will be difficult.

Cu Chulainn looked at the red-clothed magician with a playful expression and the silver-haired heroic spirit with a helpless expression, and then glanced at Saber who remained silent and seemed to be waiting for the master's order.

The master's order cannot be disobeyed, but the two-on-one situation is obviously not conducive to one's own side - not to mention, even if he can defeat the two heroic spirits in front of him by himself, Merlin's existence is not a good thing for him and the eldest lady...

But what does that matter?

The pomegranate-colored pupils were fierce, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a fishy smile.

——Rather, it was exactly what he wanted.

[I don't care if the date of death is this year or next year, as long as I am not forgotten by future generations, I am satisfied. 】

[If I have to say that there is any regret...it is that I was not able to die dignifiedly at the end as a soldier. 】

Eager for a hearty battle, a hero who was born for the battlefield, if he would be timid because of the difference in the number of people, it would be too outrageous.

The fighting spirit was burning, and his calloused hands grasped Gae Bolg's smooth gun body. Cu Chulainn looked at the petite swordsman and said heartily:

"Sorry, Saber, although I still want to see your Master's cooking skills, it seems impossible now."

He held a gun,

Sudden--

Cu Chulainn clenched his gun hand, and suddenly trembled undetectably.

No one noticed this embarrassing scene, and there was no difference in the faces of the three groups of masters and slaves facing each other.

But this anomaly is not the first time it has happened.

He lowered his face, thinking deeply in his eyes.

Since being summoned, this body made of magic power seems to be faintly rejecting the treasure that is like his half body, like a virus.

This is his close companion, a gift from his mentor, who has accompanied him in countless battles, making it seem like running his limbs without any hindrance.

— until the last act of life.

[Battle... what else? 】

Cu Chulainn questioned himself as he answered the summons.

Now, the cold memory appeared so unexpectedly, causing a slight itch in my heart.

... The lost vitality of that person was irretrievable, and what pierced his frail body was the gun of greed that was held docilely in his hand at this moment.

"Have you had enough trouble?"

The sudden voice broke the deadlocked atmosphere in the arena, and also broke Cu Chulainn's overflowing thoughts.

"Miss Tohsaka, I remember I said that the battle site is not allowed to happen in the Namba mansion?"

"Eh? Eh! This is—" The red-clothed magician, who was originally confident, suddenly panicked. She asked the white-haired boy for advice, but she only got an indifferent look.

Cu Chulainn was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that Saber's sword point was not aimed at him, and he faintly withdrew from the confrontation circle between the silver-haired magician and himself.

——The opponent is not monolithic either.

The source of the voice was the girl from before. Judging from the location, she had already moved to the balcony upstairs, peeping in a hidden corner.

"The pothole at the door is just a gift to send away your big Buddha—there's no need to pay for it,"

The owner of the voice ruthlessly ignored the protest of the red-clothed magician [it was obviously your idea], and announced in a cold tone,

"I'm not interested in the battle for Merlin, and Caster's master has caused me a lot of trouble before, I hope you understand this, Miss Malfoy."

This statement is undoubtedly quite beneficial to our own side.

only--

Cu Chulainn raised his eyebrows, and also looked at the white-haired boy who represented Saber's lord. He no longer had an expression of nothing to do with him, and seemed quite unhappy.

For some reason, he seemed to hear a bit of abandonment from the cold and rational tone of the girl master.

Could this be... a temporary change decision?

The night breeze was cool, the girl was leaning on the edge of the railing, her white nightgown being blown up.

She turned her back to Accelerator, as if she was playing with something, and the moment she noticed him, she quickly put it in her palm, turned to look at him, with a somewhat unnatural expression, and abruptly opened her mouth to defend:

"Malfoy has ambushed a large number of wizards nearby. Even if I let Saber join forces with Caster to fight against Lancer, I can't please them under the crowd attack. It's better to let the magician and wizard fight first. The victory is definitely..."

These words were not so much explaining to him as she was trying to convince herself.

But in fact, no matter how strong Ms. Malfoy's combat power is, she can only be tied with the experienced head of the training center. With the two heroic spirits Caster and Saber, Lancer's stats are more than enough. As for those wizards, no matter Both Accelerator and Erika Namba are very good at handling miscellaneous fish.

The little girl who said a bunch of stupid things said that she lowered her head lower and lower, her voice became smaller and smaller, and she didn't look at him guilty.

Accelerator did not speak.

His eyes swept across the girl's beautifully shaped collarbone, fair and slender neck, and finally stopped on the white hair on her sideburns.

The temperatureless color does not match her lively image, it is like her own pale color, savagely squeezed into the girl's world.

Strange emotions flashed from the bottom of his heart, he bent down, ignoring her subconscious dodge, put his hand on the railing behind the little girl, stroked her cold cheek with his fingertips forcefully and gently, and then lifted the strange-colored hair Silk.

"The person who made you erase your memory—"

He looked indifferently into the girl's shocked raised eyes,

"Take me to see him."

The author has something to say: Cu Chulainn: Lao Tzu's gun pierced my wife, woo woo woo.

Erika: ...You have too many mental activities, get out.