[Fate] queen

Chapter 60

"It's my first time going out, and I really want to see it with my own eyes. If I go to the castle now, I'm afraid I won't have the chance to go out again."

It was almost evening when Irisviel arrived in Fuyuki. Hisau Maiya was surprised by her request, but Emiya Kiritsugu could not be contacted for the time being. She weighed it silently, and finally found a foothold to land the helicopter , the current situation only allows them to stay here for a very short time.

Even so, Irisviel was already satisfied.She was accompanied by a Heroic Spirit who could not transform into a spirit body, and Berserker's appearance was too conspicuous. She understood this situation and would not force more.

When seeing the black knight, the beautiful girl would always involuntarily think of the scabbard in her body, but in the end she could only helplessly smile, she felt a little sad.The irrational Berserker was always by her side, seemingly conspicuous and ostentatious, which would put Irisviel in danger, but he was actually protecting her, but she couldn't even convey a thank you to him.

But it doesn't matter, the best thanks to him will be when he gets the Holy Grail, although Irisviel is destined not to see that moment.

As an artificial human born destined to become the Lesser Holy Grail, with the death of the followers, Irisviel will recycle their spirit bodies, gradually losing their functions as human beings, peeling off their bodies and transforming them into what is necessary for the séance ceremony. appliance.

The girl accepted that fate calmly.

As long as Kiritsugu obtains the Holy Grail, he can realize his ideal and release Ilia from the same misfortune.

That's it.

"Lancer, what are you looking at?"

The one who raised the question was a proud female voice. The other party had brilliant red hair, burning brightly like a flame. The woman named Sola Nazelle Sofiali asked the handsome young man sitting next to her. .

"No, it's okay, maybe I was wrong."

That fleeting glance doesn't mean anything, maybe it's just a mistake, maybe it's just a similar appearance, in short, that person can't appear here.

Lancer's turbulent heart lake calmed down again, the knight no longer cared about it after thinking this way, and turned his eyes back to the front again, paying attention to the road conditions and pedestrians through the glass window, concentrating on driving the transportation of this era .

"Better so."

The man in the back seat snorted coldly with a bad expression.

Lancer nodded calmly as if he was not affected, and accommodated the Master's mood with a tolerant attitude.

"Please rest assured, Master, there will be no accidents, I am very confident in my riding ability."

Kenneth was choked abruptly, he frowned coldly, raised his chin, and put on a contemptuous expression that was unique to El-Melloi, making no secret of his dissatisfaction with his followers.

"This is not the time to quarrel, keep your grace, Kenneth."

Sola almost wanted to laugh out loud at this scene, but she turned into a palliative in time, and then still stared at both sides with stern eyes, exuding a majestic aura.

Kenneth opened his mouth, seeing the subtle condemnation in Sola's eyes, his expression darkened by more than one layer, but he also subtly persuaded immediately, he didn't want to be angry with his beloved fiancée, and he couldn't explode at the servants , that's just like the women said, it seems to be bullying, it's easier to just keep out of sight and out of mind.

Quickly forcing the smoke to disappear without a trace, the woman put on a proud posture in satisfaction: "Lancer, take care of yourself, defeat the enemy to obtain the Holy Grail, and don't think about superfluous things."

"Yes."

After arriving in the city center, Lancer asked the masters to get off the car, and according to the Master's instructions, he kept trying to find the enemy nearby, so that he could have a fair duel and officially kicked off the prelude to the Holy Grail War.

In order to fulfill the wish, the Holy Grail must be obtained.

"Let's go back and buy some ingredients for cooking, Kariya is already waiting at home, let Sakura make whatever he wants to eat tomorrow—"

Guinevere, who has become a scenery in the eyes of others without knowing it, took her daughter's hand, thoughtfully helped her carry her schoolbag, and led Matou Sakura on the road. The men at the upper end feel that such a peaceful life cannot be better.

However, the moment she sensed the breath nearby, her relaxed and smiling expression suddenly froze.

Guinevere raised her eyebrows slightly, her gentle and broad eyes like the clear sky were slightly surprised, she turned her head and glanced back.

"It's the breath of the heroic spirit. There is no malice, and we haven't noticed us. It's probably just passing by."

The magic power mixed in her leylines can clearly perceive the movements of all the heroic spirits in this land in Fuyuki City, but what puzzled Guinevere most was the dense atmosphere of servants in the church congregation, which coincided with Assassin last night. The assassination of the Tohsaka mansion turned out to be a unilateral massacre by Archer, so the results of the investigation left the whole family speechless.

What the hell are those Assassins who materialized?

"It's okay, although I can't protect my mother yet, but I will try my best!" Matou Ying nodded confidently, her smile was so cute, Guinevere put the question behind her, and couldn't help but smile and rub He rubbed his daughter's head.

"Until then, let mom protect Sakura."

Jian Tongying smiled and threw herself into her mother's gentle embrace, coquettishly: "Really, I really can't say enough about my favorite mother."

"Then tell me everything."

Guinevere was amused by her, she pondered for a while before saying: "Then I can know how much Sakura likes me."

"I will, Mom."

Matou Sakura nodded heavily, with a serious expression as if agreeing to some important agreement, she saw the other party's blue pupils, a pair of eyes very similar to her own, gentle and bright, full of love.

"Really, Sakura is so cute and sensible, what a foul."

Guinevere happily picked up her daughter, patted her on the back tenderly, Matou Sakura unconsciously smiled, and snuggled into her arms, the mother and daughter started their way home again.

The girl has already concealed her aura of being a heroic spirit, and even if there are prying eyes from others, she can't break through the barrier she set up. Guinevere has this confidence.While waiting for the meal to be served and supervising her daughter's homework, on a whim, she quietly held a miniature crystal ball on her fingertips, using it to track the fluctuations in the magic power of the heroic spirits and observe their whereabouts.

The grotesque pictures rotate rapidly on the surface of the sphere, passing over various landscapes one by one. The unrealized heroic spirits cannot capture their appearance, but the materialized heroic spirits will be detected.

A faint light emerged from the crystal ball, and the scenery shrouded in light and mist was finally frozen in the streets where people came and went.

Guinevere recognized it at a glance. The man dressed in modern costumes still exuded an aura of majesty that was incompatible with the surroundings. It was the heroic spirit who seemed unwilling to bow down to others yesterday, and the corners of his mouth suddenly turned up with interest.

This guy is really casual enough, he even left Tohsaka Tokiomi and ran out to hang out by himself.

After learning about Archer's whereabouts, Guinevere lost interest in him and began to track down the remaining heroic spirits.

Another Heroic Spirit who also has gorgeous blonde hair is also wearing modern clothing. His magic power fluctuations are exactly the same as those that Gurneywell encountered on the road just now. He seems to be deliberately exposing his aura, inviting the enemy Servant to perceive him .

...Is it popular for Heroic Spirits to integrate into modern society?It is completely impossible to tell where these people come from.

Guinevere clicked her tongue lightly, not wanting to see the appearance of the heroic spirit. She calmly changed someone to peep, but when Guinevere saw Rider, she didn't want to talk at all. Heroic spirits have the disease that they will die if they don't wear modern clothes.

Finally, the Heroic Spirit who appeared in the crystal ball did not have any modern clothes at all. He was indeed wearing a pitch-black armor, but at first glance, the style looked familiar.

This made Guinevere feel relieved just now, and a faint sense of foreboding emerged.

The crystal ball on her fingertips was too small, so Guinevere simply replaced it with a larger one. This time, she clearly saw the whole picture of the heroic spirit.

The black knight, who is clearly a mana-consuming man, did not transform into a spirit to save his mana, but materialized and quietly waited behind the two women standing on the roof.

She stood up abruptly from the sofa.

The slender fingers trembled nervously, and Guinevere stared at the scenery that emerged from the sphere, as if seeing something terrible, her pupils constricted suddenly, and her spine shivered.

During most of her lifetime, her gaze was fixed on Wang. It can be said that Guinevere would never admit to being mistaken for that eye-catching figure.

Both noble and dazzling, quelling wars, writing the future, and creating legends, a veritable hero, Artorius Pendragon.

He was also Guinevere's former husband, the only man she ever loved.

A layer of uncontrollable anger suddenly rose from the depths of her heart, and Guinevere thought of Avalon, the legendary utopia, the holy land of elves, the resting place of King Arthur—yes, he should have died.

Guinevere couldn't imagine any reason for him to pursue the cauldron of omnipotence, pinning all his hopes on the Holy Grail!The incomparably noble King of Knights!Why do you want to become a Heroic Spirit!Why seek the Holy Grail!Why step into this endless time!Don't go to the ideal town where you chase your whole life! !

At that moment, Guinevere felt the unprecedented panic, almost thought that her heart was beating violently in the chest cavity, hanging danglingly, almost jumping out of the chest cavity.

Matou Sakura issued a questioning call. Seeing her mother's sharpened facial contours, the girl felt confused and uneasy, "Mom? What's wrong with you? Your expression has become scary..."

"It's okay." The voice brought Guinevere back to reality, and she clenched her palms tightly, almost until her knuckles turned white.The clear voice rang in the girl's ears as if nothing had happened, but the stiff and tight back line that seemed to collapse in the next moment betrayed her without knowing it:

"I don't seem to have asked, what is Sakura's wish when she decides to return to Fuyuki?"

Matou Sakura looked at Guinevere in silence, and suddenly stretched out her hand to hold her mother's. Her eyes changed subtly, full of fighting spirit: "Your wish is my wish."

The author has something to say:

Brother Gun's expression at the moment is roughly as shown in the picture above: What about me? What about me?

Thank you Moshang Ziran and Axiaxia for leaving Africa and entering Europe (to be honest, I am really concerned about whether you have achieved your goal or not hhh) XD

Inherent enchantment Shura field (pseudo