[comprehensive] my king is here

The Command Spell is very effective in compulsively controlling Heroic Spirits, so strong that Heroic Spirits can be teleported from New York to London, England.

Artoria's anti-magic power is extremely powerful, and she can resist two command spells. When she sensed the summon, she was talking to Kaiqing. It is undoubtedly impolite to leave at this time.

But she didn't refuse, there was only one reason, if it wasn't for the danger, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada would never use the command spell to force her to transfer.

Keng——

The cold weapons hit dazzling sparks!

On one side is the invisible sword of sworn victory wrapped around a wind blade, and on the other side is a treasure full of ominous magical power.

The lake-green eyes reflected the dark knight, his whole body was shrouded in black mist, and his eyes had a treacherous red light, like a ghost returning from hell.

Mana release——

Arturia flicked his weapon and kicked him. The black knight moved very quickly, not only dodging her attack, but also launched a thin and dense attack.

That's a speed that the naked eye can't capture. It hits like a gust of wind passing through the border. The ground is sunken and the walls are broken. The agents and Hydra who were fighting stopped one after another to avoid the two knights.

One moment they were on the other side, the next moment they came to this side, and unceremoniously bounced off the melon-eating crowd.

After another round of fighting, the knight in blue and silver armor and the black knight faced off separately.

"Berserker."

"#@（亚）&#:%$（周）!"

The black knight rushed over ferociously again, he seemed to be even more violent, as if he didn't care about Artoria and wanted to do his best when he saw Artoria.

At this time, all the attacking Hydra were taken down by MI[-], and the rushing black knight turned into a black streak and disappeared.

Artoria raised her eyebrows, and was about to chase after two steps, but there was a sudden groan from behind her, she turned her head, and Amakusa Shiro Tokisada was supporting the wall with one hand, with blood on her chest, she looked particularly frightening .

He seemed to be unable to hold on anymore, and leaned forward.

Artoria rushed towards him immediately, a silver-white light flashed, and it was the noble girl in the elegant blue dress who hugged him, not the knight king in silver armor.

"Shiro?"

"Shiro!"

This time Amakusa Shiro Tokisada also entered the operating room.

The one who helped was a high-ranking official from the future Great Britain. He was probably very busy. His assistant, Miss Anthea, had done everything for her, and Artoria was very grateful.

While waiting for the operation, the senior official came back.

Wearing a decent suit and holding a small black umbrella, he looks at others with innate power.

Arturia has seen this kind of gaze countless times in the nobles of Britain, but no one is more convincing than him.

"Miss Saber, is it?"

He sat down, and there was only one space between her and her.

Artoria turned her head, and she said, "Just call me Saber."

"Really..." he whispered, "how does it feel to revisit old places?"

It is this feeling.

Arturia always had the feeling that Mr. Holmes knew everything, even her identity.

But she wasn't alarmed, nor was she wary.

She said truthfully: "Very well, this place is very prosperous."

What else did he want to ask, who knew that the sign during the operation suddenly dimmed, and Artoria stood up nervously.

McCoff stared sharply at the operating room, wondering what he was thinking.

The doctor came out, the eyes on the mask looked at McCoff, then at Artoria, with a hint of malice in his indifferent tone.

"Get ready for the funeral."

Artoria's eyes widened, revealing disbelief. She bypassed the doctor in front of her and rushed directly into the operating room.

Mycroft looked at the doctor in front of him and said, "What are you playing?"

The doctor took off the mask, fiddled with some details on the face, and when he looked at it again, it was a completely different face, watching the mocking words of the humanoid British government come out of his mouth.

"Let's see what it's like for the iceman to become the burning man."

Mycroft didn't take it seriously, "Maybe I should search for the little things you hid."

Sherlock Holmes, disguised as a doctor, shrugged and didn't seem to care.

On the other side, Artoria entered the operating room, only to find that all the doctors and nurses had been knocked out, and Amakusa Shiro Tokisada was lying on the bed, falling asleep drowsily.

She hurried up to check his condition, he was still alive, and then...she blinked her eyes at his unharmed chest.

Hey, what about the wound?

Fearing that she was hallucinating, she reached out her hand to touch it, but there was a heavy dry cough behind her. She withdrew her hand, turned around, and blinked at the doctor who had changed his face.

Putting her right hand on her left chest and saluting gratefully, she said, "Thank you, Doctor Strange."

Probably during the operation, Shiro's injury suddenly healed. In order to prevent such incredible things from being publicized, Doctor Strange knocked out the nurses who saw all this.

Seeing that she didn't misunderstand him, Sherlock was a little satisfied at first, but when he heard the next sentence, his face darkened immediately, and he said bluntly: "You have simply lowered the IQ of the entire hospital."

Arturia was suddenly slammed, and before she could react, she tilted her head, "Huh?"

Mycroft hit Sherlock's instep with a small black umbrella.

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada woke up the next day. When she woke up, she saw Arturia sitting on a chair. She was holding a fruit knife with a tangled face. The morning light was quiet, which made people feel peaceful.

"What are you doing?" Amakusa Shiro Tokisada said with a hoarse voice.

"Shiro? You're awake," before she answered his question, taking out the core of an apple in her hand, "I wanted to peel an apple for you, but..."

Only one core remains.

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada's eyes were dead, struggling to sit up, Artoria quickly put the knife and apple core on the table, and pressed his shoulder with one hand, "You still have a fever, lie down first."

"Fever?" Amakusa Shiro Tokisada touched the chest injured by the black knight, showing a clear expression.

"Yeah, I didn't expect you, as a Heroic Spirit, to have a fever."

"I was incarnated into a human body during the Third Holy Grail War," Amakusa Shiro Tokisada said, "It's just that this is the first time I've been sick."

"Please rest well."

Artoria poured him a glass of water and fed it to him carefully. Amakusa Shiro Tokisada wanted to sit up again, but of course Artoria pushed him back, and the door was suddenly pushed open.

"This scene is really familiar."

The people who came in were wearing suits and leather shoes, with gentle smiles on their faces.

"Isn't it, sweetheart?"

Artoria put the water on the bedside table, stood up to block him, her voice was low and serious, no longer the gentleness in front of Amakusa Shiro Shisada.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time, I have a present for you."

He said, coming a little closer.

Arturia was not polite, and the sword of the sworn victory wrapped in the wind blade pierced into the ground with a clang.

"Enough is enough, and if you take another step forward, you must be conscious."

"It's really cold. You said before that you admire me very much."

Arturia frowned.

Is this someone I knew before?

But this is definitely not a good person, assure by her ancestral intuition.

"Saber, don't show mercy. He's Moriarty, and it's not an exaggeration to say he's the crime boss." Amakusa Shiro Tokisada's voice came from behind.

Moriarty took some time off, straightened his neckline, and said, "Mr. Yanfeng, did you think of your adoptive father and your younger brother when you said this?"

The threatening meaning of this sentence is self-evident, but Amakusa Shiro Tokisada was not panicked, he looked straight at Moriarty, and said with a half-smile: "If you can catch Kotomine Risama, Kotomine Kirei, come and say these words in front of me again."

Moriarty: "..."

He really didn't catch them.

These nasty priests.

In the end, Moriarty was invited away by Miss Anthea. Anthea watched Artoria hesitate to speak, but still said nothing, closed the door and left.

Artoria didn't sit down, looked at him and said, "You didn't tell me that there are people I know here too."

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada said: "I didn't know that you had such a wide range of friends before."

"Mycroft Holmes, he has no official position in the British government, he is not a cabinet secretary, nor is he a civil servant, but he is indeed the most powerful person in Britain. If I have to say, the British government is an intricate network, He is the big spider lying on the core of the network."

"He values ​​you very much, and it's not because of your status as the king of Britain."

Arturia said: "I don't know exactly what happened, but I am very grateful to him. He looks very proud, but he is actually a very responsible person. I am very relieved to have such a housekeeper in the UK."

Amakusa Shiro Shizhen looked at her and suddenly changed the subject, "Do you know why Hydra attacked Downing Street?"

"..."

"Because the remote ideal land they worked so hard to get was robbed, and there are only a few people who can do this in the British territory."

And the reason why all his injuries were healed was also because he put the scabbard in his body, Artoria was by his side, and the scabbard got her magic power, of course he healed his wounds.

"No, I'll take your scabbard..." and snatch it back.

He put his hands on his chest, and was about to take out the scabbard that was the dress and return it to Artoria, but Artoria understood his intention and covered his hand.

"Leave it here, Shiro, you have to protect yourself, for me, you are my scabbard."

"..."

"What's wrong with you, Shiro, your face is so red, do you want to take your body temperature?"

"No, no need."

"Huh? Are you really okay? I'll call..."

"I said no! You go out first, and I'll sleep later."

Before Amakusa Shiro Tokisada broke free from the infusion tube, Artoria went out consciously, looking at the closed door and thinking, what happened just now?

"You are my scabbard...you really dare to say it."

Arturia turned her head to look, and there was a person leaning against the wall, wearing a black formal suit, covered with a black long wool trench coat, surrounded by a dark blue trench coat, looking tall and straight.

He looked over with cold and critical eyes, and the black natural curly hair made this temperament particularly contrasting and cute.

Artoria recognized him as the doctor that day, Mr. McCoff's younger brother, and replied seriously: "Only when Shiro is safe can I fight with peace of mind. This is a metaphor."

Just like Amakusa Shiro Shizhen compared Mycroft, who has power in the UK, to a giant spider.

Is there anything wrong with this sentence?

Arturia didn't understand why one or two had such a big reaction to this sentence.

In fact, considering Sherlock Holmes's narrow EQ like the English Channel, he shouldn't pay attention to these things, but whoever makes his brother not normal these days, he always seizes every opportunity to run on him.

Well, I will learn this sentence from McCaw when I go back.

Sherlock stood up straight, and said very fast: "Come on, I'll show you around London, don't say you want to look at that fake priest, there are so many nurses in the hospital, he doesn't need your care, and his food doesn't matter." You don’t need to prepare it, the food in the hospital is notoriously unpalatable, as long as you have a proper sense of taste, you won’t starve to death.”

Artoria: "...I can only say thank you for your kindness, but it is my duty to stay by Shiro's side."

Sherlock took out an envelope from his clothes pocket, and said to himself: "I always think that McCoff should throw all his agents to South America, they spent eleven hours and failed to find nine of them. Snake's base, and I did it in seven minutes."

"King Arthur? To save face?"

Artoria sighed as if admitting defeat, and she said, "Please call me Saber outside."

"Actually, that's what saber means."

"Do me a favor and stop asking."

"of course can."

The two talked while walking.

Of course, Sherlock didn't have the patience to show people around London. He was not a tour guide, he just wanted to see King Arthur clearly.

"Many people think that the process of understanding is very complicated. In fact, it only takes 2 minutes."

They left the hospital and walked casually on the street. Arturia wanted to go to the Hydra base immediately to find the black knight, but Sherlock kept talking, and she couldn't interrupt.

"Look at the indentation on that person's arm. He must have typed a string of words anxiously. There is a circle on the index finger that is different in color from the skin next to it, which means that she wore a ring and spent a perfect vacation on the beach. Well, not long after the ring was lost, her boyfriend broke up with her, and she needed a new one to fake the original one."

Sure enough, she abducted into the jewelry store.

He analyzed many people in a row, speaking clearly and logically. When Arturia was listening intently, this man suddenly said: "You are incomprehensible."

In Sherlock's eyes, the blonde girl was full of question marks.

The illegitimate daughter of the previous king?The Queen had an affair with the First Knight?Had an affair with his sister Morgan Le Fay and gave birth to Mordred?

Arturia was about to ask him why he said that, but he raised his hand and stopped a taxi, reported an address, and started to clean up Hydra's base in London like pouring beans.

When Artoria wanted to stop him, Mr. Consulting Detective glanced at the driver and said casually, "Don't worry, these are McCoff's agents. Their camouflage ability is simply at the level of fooling kindergarten children."

Artoria: "..."

"You should also make some disguises appropriately."

As he spoke, he did not know where to take out the tools. He was indifferent, but his eyes showed a bit of eagerness. Artoria refused this.

Sherlock said solemnly: "You know, you're so conspicuous, it's almost insulting to sneak in if you don't pretend."

"I hope you will show mercy."

"Of course."

So the blond-haired and blue-eyed girl turned into a disheveled street child under his hands. In the end, Sherlock was not satisfied with his pickiness: "This is the only one that suits you. After all, I can't help you because of your height."

"..."

I'm so sorry for being so short.

"Can I look in the mirror?"

"You can take a picture against the glass."

Artoria: "..."

Mr. Consulting Detective didn’t show mercy to himself, he disguised himself as a particularly cold-looking agent, his entire face was ruined, and the surface was extremely horrifyingly bumpy. Artoria couldn’t recognize him when he put on a half mask he came.

Their destination was a forest. Sherlock got out of the car and entered the forest regardless of the driver pulling Artoria. After walking a few steps, a truck appeared in front of the two of them.

Sherlock opened the door of the back compartment of the truck, revealing everything inside to Artoria.

"This is……"

"This is the vehicle they used to transport the experimental subjects, but now it belongs to me."

Arturia looked at the sleepy children, the largest one was about the same height as herself, and the youngest seemed to be no higher than her waist, she asked Sherlock: "Can't we send them to a safe place?"

"Don't ask questions that lower your IQ. We can't get in if you don't mix in, and they have been injected/injected with medicine. If there is no antidote before nine o'clock, there is no way to survive."

Artoria didn't speak, she got into the car lightly, found a place to sit down, thought about it, and leaned against the car wall pretending to be asleep.

Satisfied, Sherlock closed the door of the carriage, sat in the driver's seat and drove the truck out.

About three hours later, the children in the car woke up one after another. No one noticed that there was an extra person in the car. Artoria could hear the sound of the cars outside fading away. After driving for a while, the truck stopped.

The driver's door opens.

They checked the code.

The door of the carriage was opened once.

Then the truck was allowed in.

After entering, turned several corners before stopping.

At this time, the door of the carriage was opened, and the scientific research personnel in white got into the car and took the children away. Sherlock waited for them to get down and knocked them unconscious unexpectedly.

Arturia in the car heard the sound of Sherlock's hands, and kicked the technician who stretched out his hand to pull her away, almost hitting Sherlock.

Artoria also knew that she almost accidentally injured her allies, so she jumped out of the carriage, a little embarrassed and wanted to apologize, but was interrupted impatiently by Sherlock.

He also knocked the child unconscious and threw it into the carriage, dragged Artoria and ran away, Arturia wanted to look back, and he whispered: "McCoff's people will deal with it, you don't look for that black guy gone?"

Arturia: "After you go out, can you tell me how you analyzed it?"

"It's very simple," Sherlock began to analyze on the spot, "When you see him, there is no one else in his eyes. He is your enemy, friend? Well, he is a friend, a member of the Knights of the Round Table, excluding the Twelve Knights Rikaigara Hadgareth Mordred, Lancelot is the most likely of the rest."

"why?"

"Because he likes your queen, and I have seen your queen, she gave her love to you alone from beginning to end."

In this way, other knights have no reason to hate the king, but Lancelot has reasons to hate his rival.

After all, in the legend, after the legend of King Arthur ended on the Hill of Swords, Queen Guinevia became a nun and refused to be with Lancelot. She even refused to see Lancelot again before Guinevia died. special side.

"You're right. I recognized him. He can't speak and has fallen into madness, but he is Lancelot. It is impossible for me not to recognize my companion who fought side by side."

Afterwards, they seldom spoke. After all, they had to go through numerous checkpoints for monitoring, and it was not so easy to find Lancelot in this huge base.

Mycroft gave them external support, and the appropriate jamming signal allowed them to evade the monitors a few times, and the map here Sherlock is even more familiar. They stopped in front of an electronic door, and Sherlock was deciphering the code.

Footsteps suddenly came from the end of the corridor, and each sound was very heavy. Artoria still remembered her identity, leaning against the wall with a listless look.

"What are you doing?"

"Dr. Mikins asked me to..."

After listening to Sherlock's speech, the man suddenly sneered: "I'm Mikins, why don't I know about this?"

Arturia was about to subdue him, when the doctor suddenly took out a small bottle and sprayed some purple gas, Arturia subconsciously stood in front of Sherlock, at this time Sherlock had deciphered the code, pulled him in directly, and locked the door close.

The alarm sounded annoyingly.

Sherlock removed his disguise and took out his pistol/gun to check carefully. Artoria looked at him seriously and asked, "Are you all right? He just..."

"I still want to ask you," Sherlock looked at her condescendingly, examining her eyes, "what are you blocking me for?"

"You are a British citizen."

"That's not your business, a former King of England."

Arturia thought for a while, but didn't say that her current level B leadership is really quite binding on the British.

Her attention was attracted by a huge cocoon device in the room, which contained an unknown blue liquid, floating the sleeping black knight.

When she saw another cocoon, she felt that it was so.

In another cocoon slumbers the Clocktower magician she guards for days, before she finally sends him on a plane.Didn't expect it to fall into the hands of Hydra in the end?

She should have sent him straight to the clock tower.

"Saber, where are you?"

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada's voice suddenly came from Artoria's ear, this is a special way of sound transmission between the master and the heroic spirit.

Sherlock obviously heard it too. Although he doesn't know magic, he still knows those people who live in the Clock Tower in London, as well as the wizards of Hogwarts.

Arturia briefly explained the situation, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada did not expect that in such a short period of time, the experiment of Hydra successfully summoned the heroic spirits... there must be one provided by Yogdomirenia Magic support.

"You're welcome, destroy their base."

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada understands their behavior patterns, and the scientific and technological achievements between the various bases are not common.

"understood."

"Take your time, maybe there is backup."

"Ok?"

"It's nothing."

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada cut off the communication.

"Well, King Arthur, how did you destroy this 20-acre base?"

The siren continued to scream, and the sound insulation in the laboratory was very good, so they couldn't hear the noise outside, and it could be expected that they were probably surrounded.

Arturia said: "You protect yourself, and the magician is up to you."

"you……"

Artoria put her hand on the cocoon, and after the magic power was released, all the camouflage on her body was blown away, and standing in the light was a knight in blue and silver armor.

The cocoon was also crushed under the powerful magic power, and the black knight jumped out, standing upright, with a strange red light gushing from his eyes.

Arturia made a gesture of confrontation.

"Come, Lord Lancelot."

Crossbones made a decisive decision that they could not stay inside any longer. He entered the password and let the agents go in to capture and kill those two daring guys. Unexpectedly, the hard door suddenly cracked like potato chips, flying out black almost something.

The Hydra man was knocked into a daze.

A blond knight came out of the door, holding an invisible sword in her hand, pointing at the black knight who had stood up.

"My first knight, you have regressed."

Lancelot: "!!!"

Artoria caught sight of the disorganized Hydra agent from the corner of her eye, and was furious at the thought of who turned her best friend into a berserker.

"Wind King... Hammer!"

When Sherlock dragged the half-dead magician out, he let out an exclamation. When he came in, he remembered that this was a closed secret passage, not to mention that it extended in all directions, and the building materials were also very hard.

Look at it now... Well, you can see the stars when you look up, everything you can see has been razed, and the two knights fought on the ruins like no one else was around.

Countless bullets/swept/shot at them, and were bounced by the magic power released. A hydra drove towards them with a tank. The black knight seemed to find a handy weapon. As long as he touched the tank, he would control it up.

Know the driver's psychological shadow area.

Lancelot controlled the tank and rushed towards Arturia, who split the tank in half with a sword.

Know the driver's psychological shadow area.

"End this senseless battle, my flower of the knight."

“#@[email protected]%&!!!”

Lancelot charged again.

Lancelot flew out again.

Arturia: "..." I didn't do this.

He caught the shield that flew back, patted the dust that wasn't there at all, and said calmly as if he wasn't the one who slapped his father away just now, "When I first arrived, I saw someone disrespecting the king. forgive."

Sherlock: "..."

From this tone, it should be Galahad... so this is Galahad?

"The venue is a bit small." The blond young knight showed his true face in fearful eyes, and raised his sword above his head with perfect and flawless hands. "You guys, have you ever seen a rainbow light at night?"

Another bang.

Sherlock steadied his body in a whirl, followed the sound and looked over, oh my god, is that... a rainbow?

Just kidding, how can there be a rainbow at this time?

He looked at the collapsed building again, without turning his eyes away, and he saw a tall and straight black figure in the ruins.

The comatose clock tower magician woke up and did not miss this scene. He is an elite anyway, how could he not feel the messy and huge magic power in the air? Of course it is the heroic spirit who can do this.

As far as he could see, the heroic spirit with the shield was chasing and killing the black knight. He didn't know who the black knight was, but the heroic spirit with the shield often appeared in newspapers.

Look at the ruins here... Was the Knights of the Round Table demolished?

Arturia was a little speechless. During this period, Gareth, Kai, and Lan Mallock had come to her and knelt down on one knee.

"My king."

"Please get up."

The three knights stood up in unison.

"How did you know I was here?"

Gareth replied: "Galahad's friends said they saw you in England, and we tracked your magic to find you here."

Galahad's friend?

Kingsman has a deep hide and a name.

"Where is Lord Mordred?"

Kay replied: "She was suddenly called into a Holy Grail War and is currently in Romania."

"That's it... I'll go to solve the problem of Mr. Lancelot first."

"king."

Gareth stopped her, with deep pain in his eyes.

"Galahad and Lancelot are reunited. There is a lot to say, and I have a lot to say to you."

Artoria couldn't bear to look at Galahad and Lancelot in the "conversation". What a conversation, it was a domestic violence, and the father of the son's unilateral domestic violence.

She met Gareth's gaze and said, "Go ahead."

On the contrary, Gareth couldn't say all the questioning, he was so sad that he knew that the king was summoned but didn't come to them, he wanted to ask countless why, if he could shake her shoulder and growl.

But these thoughts disappeared the moment he met her gaze.

After all, she was the person he respected the most.

Obedience to her, trust in her, had become instinctive before he was alive.

"Do you still remember that I made three demands on you when I came to Camelot?"

Of course Arturia remembered.

A beautiful young man dressed as a young girl came to her accompanied by a maid, and boldly and confidently asked the king for a promise in front of all the nobles.

"The first request is that you will work in my court and provide you with board and lodging. The second request is to entrust you with the task of following Miss Linnad to save her sister."

"Now, I think about the third request."

"You can mention it anytime."

Gareth bowed deeply, with a pious voice: "Please don't leave me, no matter what you want to do, I will follow, I am your knight."

Arturia looked at Kai, and Kai nodded. He had already told Gareth and others what she said before.

If Mordred was here, he would probably unceremoniously throw a sword of cheating.

The king's goal is so grand, it is always about salvation and relief, but their wishes are very small. The knights follow the king and dedicate their loyalty, so what should be taken for granted is silently rejected.

No one would be able to bear it.

"I'm sorry, it's my will to do stupid things."

Gareth raised his head in a panic, saying that Wang was not wrong, how could Wang be wrong?Are these knights too unreliable?In the eyes of Lord Merlin, they are existences that cause trouble for the king.

A gentle and dry touch came from the top of the hair, and then he heard Wang's gentle and firm voice: "It won't happen in the future."

A little... want to cry.

However, this is an unreliable manifestation of it.

Kai pushed the idiot away and let him sort out his emotions. Artoria looked at Lan Maloch and asked, "Mr Lan Maloch, is there anything you want to say to me?"

The man who was not good at words shook his head, his silence stood majestic like a mountain.

There is only the word loyalty in his life that does not need to be repeated.

That day, Arturia and Sherlock went out together and picked up a bunch of Knights of the Round Table. Amakusa Shiro Tokisada looked at them and fell silent.

Galahad said: "Mr. Kotomine is participating in the Holy Grail War, seven against seven, we can definitely serve you."

With so many knights of the round table, A can just go there.

Ever since Amakusa Shiro Shizhen heard that this kid had raped his father Lancelot, he no longer regarded him as the pure knight in the legend.

The legend also said that King Arthur was a boy, didn't he still cheat him?

And the Knights of the Round Table are willing to help him, probably because he is unhappy that he has the command power of Saber in his hand.

"Where is Saber?"

Galahad hid his displeasure deeply in his eyes when he heard his address.

"My Majesty is sending Mr. Holmes home."

This is the first time Sherlock Holmes has been sent by a woman.

Well, he never did anything like send a woman home.

"...In short, thank you very much. If it weren't for you, even if I could open the gate of the base, I wouldn't be able to take Lancelot away so smoothly."

"You are happy too early. Your queen loves you, Lancelot loves your queen, and you don't love anyone. This kind of trouble will make your future life more exciting."

"That's something to think about after celebrating the reunion."

Artoria didn't smile, but the gratitude in her eyes was clearly conveyed and infected him.

"Then see you next time."

The Knights of the Round Table saw that Amakusa Shiro Shizhen was not good at staying in the hospital, and it happened that Amakusa Shiro Shizhen wanted to escape from the hospital, so he took them to a site of the Church of the Holy Church in London.

After settling them down, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada went out, Kai thought for a while and then went out.

Galahad looked at their backs thoughtfully. In fact, he also wanted to know what they were talking about. He always felt that Cavalier Kai had something to hide from them, but...

A shield slapped Lancelot who was going crazy again.

I can't do without him here.

church.

"If your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him a drink. For in doing this you are heaping coals of fire on his head. You must not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good ..."

The deep voice of the silver-haired priest spread, and the air was filled with a solemn atmosphere.

Don't dare to be presumptuous, don't dare to blaspheme.

His back is like the Son of God, not for others to worship, but for sacrificing his life.

Kai thought for a moment that he saw Artoria drawing/drawing the chosen sword.

"Should I call you Kotomine Shiro, or Amakusa Tokisada?"

The discerning eye showed him the truth.

Amakusa Shiro, a resistance hero at the end of the Warring States Period in Japan, whose real name was Masuda Tokisada, was later adopted by Amakusa Jinbei and renamed Amakusa Tokisada.

The priest did not speak.

Kai continued: "It's amazing, you actually appear in the world with the rank of a saint like a ruler. Does a person like you have the wish to entrust the Holy Grail?"

"Knight Kai, no matter what you're here to test, there's only one thing I can tell you—"

"I didn't use any relics to summon King Arthur."

Kai was silent for a while, then sat on the chair slowly, "Are you trying to tell me that you and my king are like-minded people? That's it, I just..."

Very worried.

A person like Artoria is scary enough, and the thought of another one gives him a headache.

"Since you have said so, let me also tell you one thing. My king is a living person, and he is not a real heroic spirit in a complete sense."

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, who had been indifferent to what he said just now, turned around sharply.

"What did you say?"

"My king made a contract with the world to freeze time at the second before her death, accept the call, seize the Holy Grail, and change the fate of Great Britain. If she succeeds, she will probably sleep peacefully. If she fails..."

Kay stood up and walked over to him.

"It will stay on the Hill of the Sword Lane forever."

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada was silent for a long time.

"Sword Lane Hill, what is it like?"

"How do I know? I haven't been there," the previous sentence was casually relaxed, but the next sentence suddenly