[Comprehensive] King's Best Friend

The first one who was alarmed by Mayne's breath and rushed to its location was a blond female heroic spirit.

The blond hair in the shawl is coiled up by a blue ribbon, and the body is covered with silver armor that does not lose its brilliance even in the dark.

Heroic Spirit gazed at the source of the breath, holding a sword in a dignified and dignified figure.

"Irisviel, this time is a strong enemy, please be sure to follow me from now on."

Sensing the boundless might of a huge tide breaking a dike in the distance, the blond heroic spirit turned his head solemnly, and earnestly instructed the human woman standing behind him.

"Okay, I will be careful, Saber, you have to work hard!"

As the acting master of Saber, Irisviel is well aware of the cruelty of the Holy Grail War—the epic battle of seven legendary heroic spirits. A fragile human being like her will probably be like Dissipated and drifted away like thin fine snow.

but……

Irisviel stared at the figure of the blond heroic spirit in front of her with extremely firm eyes.

"I believe in you, Saber—I will definitely win!"

As if she believed in the truth, Irisviel firmly believed in this point.

because--

The girl-like Heroic Spirit in front of him can shine with a dazzling brilliance that cannot be ignored even in the Heroic Seat where the stars converge...

The legendary knight, King Arthur - Arturia Pendragon!

……

Even though they were ready to face a powerful enemy, when Irisviel and Artoria actually arrived at the scene, they were still stunned by the astonishing magic power.

"If it's just for deterrence, this level of magic power is too exaggerated..."

Irisviel, who was born in the Yusan family, can sense the power flowing in the air better than anyone else.

It was like a mud flow so viscous that it could hardly be stirred at all, and the rich magic power was submerged unscrupulously.A frenzied storm was blown up, cutting through the air like a blade, scurrying around everywhere, flapping his robes and hunting.

Just stepping into this area is like being tied up by a rope, and every breath is filled with suffocating pressure.

Irisviel's forehead slowly dripped with sweat, bit her lip and said with difficulty: "It's like letting my magic power go berserk like this, it's like just venting, could it be that the other party is a berserker... No, such an astonishing Magic power, maybe caster or maybe..."

However, what is the other party's purpose?If it's just to draw out other participants of the Holy Grail War, there shouldn't be a need to do this at all.

After all, such meaningless consumption will only weaken one's own state infinitely...Or, the other party has absolute certainty and firmly believes that he will not lose...

Enduring the uncomfortable feeling under the heavy pressure, Irisviel thought quickly, and all kinds of thoughts flashed through her mind for a while, but she always felt that she couldn't get it right—as expected, she still couldn't understand.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded.

"Is someone finally here?"

There were obviously noisy storms all around, but only this voice passed through the violent wind in an instant, and it was so clearly conveyed to the ears of everyone present.

"!!!"

Irisviel raised her head abruptly, and then she saw—from the center of that invisible magical torrent, a figure slowly walked out.

It was a young man with silver hair and purple eyes.The gorgeous and complicated clothes on his body are completely different from the modern style, making people seem to be confused in time and space for a moment, and have a glimpse of a certain legendary mythological era.

The young man shuttled between the storms calmly, as if he was unaware of the frenzied power around him, and raised his eyes indifferently: "It's too slow."

The words that stated the guest's late arrival, which were obviously only calm without ups and downs, made Irisviel's vigilance soar to the highest level in an instant.

"Saber!" The pores all over his body were screaming for danger, Irisviel couldn't help calling out to the knight beside him, panicked like a drowning man grabbing the only driftwood.

However, the knight who should have reacted immediately, was strangely silent.

It wasn't until this time that Irisviel realized belatedly that since they came here, Arturia had never spoken.

The worry and uneasiness towards the knight even temporarily overshadowed the fear towards the silver-haired heroic spirit.Irisviel forced herself to calm down, and effortlessly shifted her gaze, which was fixed on the powerful enemy, to Artoria.

So she discovered that for the first time, the noble knight king, who had always acted with ease, had lost his calm posture for the first time.On that dignified and beautiful face, there was an unconcealable astonishment and surprise.

It's becoming more and more obvious, the King of Knights thought—the breath of magic power, the way it works, the violent output that doesn't count consumption...

——Are you familiar with it?

- so familiar!

That was the existence that she came into contact with almost every day when she had not yet become a heroic spirit and was still alive as a human being.

...Merlin.

A name that had been familiar for a long time finally emerged from the mind of the King of Knights uncontrollably.

but--

The King of Knights looked at the silver-haired young man in the distance for a moment, and examined it with an extremely cautious attitude-this unknown heroic spirit, although the hair color and eye color were subtly similar to the person in her memory, but his appearance was different. totally different.

Not to mention character...

Thinking of the flower magician in her memory who couldn't tell whether it was frivolity or hearty mischievousness, Artoria shook her head silently.

Yes, that's right, it should be just a coincidence.Even if there are indeed some similarities, the person in front of him is definitely not Merlin!

As if to strengthen this idea, Arturia tightened the sword of the vowed victory in her hand, suppressed the ups and downs in her heart, and took a step forward with a solemn expression: "I'm sorry, Irisviel, I made you worry. Leave the rest to me."

Although Irisviel still had doubts, she couldn't do more in the current situation.So he had no choice but to withdraw to the knight's shelter and pray for the knight's victory with his hands together.

"I'm Saber, I'm here at your invitation to fight."

Arturia put on a fighting stance, and said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency must also be a great hero who once created legends. Although I can't tell you my real name because of the Holy Grail War, I am deeply honored to meet and fight with you." , will go all out.”

No need to say more.

Mayne's gaze flicked over the girl's face, and finally landed on the weapon in her hand—it should be a sword.

Although the wind king's enchantment completely hides the blade of the sword, outsiders cannot see its true appearance, and cannot predict its length.

However, Mayne is more familiar with this sword than anyone else.The real thing, the sword of sworn victory.

In this way, the true identity of the girl in front of him is ready to be revealed.

"Then let me see—"

Cold and harsh, as if the words of the elders examining the younger generation, spit out from the mouth of the silver-haired hero: "Let me see, whether the blade of the British Red Dragon is still as sharp as ever!"

Who in this world can be called the British Red Dragon?

The answer is unique and absolute - King Arthur.

"Saber's real name has been exposed?!" Realizing this, Irisviel suddenly widened her eyes, unable to believe it: "But, how did he know?!"

Because knowing the heroic spirit's real name is equivalent to knowing the heroic spirit's deeds and legends, which will most likely expose the heroic spirit's abilities, treasures, and even fatal weaknesses.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, Heroic Spirits will conceal their real names.

But now, the other party is so easy...

Although I was shocked and confused by this, there was no time to find out the truth.

Because in the next moment, the attack of the silver-haired heroic spirit came with a bang!

The magic power that was originally scattered and running wild around, seemed to have received a gathering horn, and all of them gathered in the hands of the silver-haired heroic spirit, and condensed into a slender sword in a few breaths.

Irisviel: "What... use a sword?!"

Arturia came into the world with the class of Saber, so it is natural to use a sword.Could it be that the opponent is also a sword rank?

Irisviel gathered the magic power into her eyes, and then saw something similar to a panel, which recorded the relevant information of the heroic spirit.

As expected, the other party's real name, Noble Phantasm, ability value, and retained skills...all are question marks representing unknown.

However, only in the rank column——

"Keeper (administrator)?" Irisviel heard for the first time that there was such a class.

Even if you don't know much about it, it is obviously far from the sword rank.

That is to say, is this strange heroic spirit planning to compete in swordsmanship with a saber (swordsman) who is perfectly compatible with his class and even has extra power blessings?

—how arrogant!

The silver-haired hero who was still in the distance just now teleported above Artoria in the next second.

Then, the heroic spirit fell from the sky, struck by gravity, and the rapier in his hand was wrapped in a mighty momentum, and every second it passed through the air was accompanied by a sharp humming.

Arturia immediately raised her sword to block.

"when!"

The rapier fell from the sky and collided with the sword of the sworn victory below.

The huge impact made Artoria frowned—being suppressed, such a position was not in her favor.

It took less than a second, and the Knight King, who had analyzed the pros and cons, immediately turned his wrist, intending to push away the rapier, and then retreated to the right along his strength.

However, at the moment when she wanted to move, the other party blocked her way of retreat without any dead ends, as if she had expected it.

"Next, do you plan to raise your wrist and retreat your right foot at the same time, and then raise the holy sword to slash from above after you have a chance to breathe, or choose to stab the enemy cautiously and strike later."

As predicted, Mayne calmly stated the opponent's tactics while keeping his hands moving, perfectly suppressing all the knight's counterattacks.

Unexpectedly, her intentions would be seen through, and Artoria froze.

"Any hesitation in the battle is fatal." Mayne swung the holy sword violently, then narrowed his eyes slightly as he saw the girl staggering back.

"Integrity does not mean rigidity, the solidified attack mode has huge disadvantages. If you want to survive on the battlefield of life and death, you must learn to be flexible-your swordsmanship teacher... Hasn't he taught you this way? ."

The silver-haired heroic spirit looked down at the girl-like King of Knights, and spoke coldly with an almost harsh attitude.

This posture obviously doesn't look like one at all, but why...

Artoria stared at the silver-haired heroic spirit, and in her mind, the figure of a certain flower magician resurfaced uncontrollably——

"The moves are really strict. Is this the so-called knight... Ah, no, of course this is not criticizing you."

"It's just that, as my student, I still hope that you, Artoria, can be more clever."

"As the saying goes, 'Those with quick brains live longer'... Huh, never heard of it? How is this possible! These are the most wise words of Merlin, the great flower magician. Let me start today Remember it well!"

The more she recalled, the more Arturia couldn't calm down——

In the beginning, it was the extremely familiar magic power, and then it was the unbelievable understanding of her moves, or in other words, as if she knew better than herself, perfectly predicting her every move.

But now, this look is not out of ridicule and contempt, but more like a teacher's calm attitude towards students, which seems to be taken for granted...

"……Who are you?"

It seemed that he had thought of something unbelievable, and the huge impact even caused the King of Knights to fall into a brief struggle and confusion, showing such an unbelievable gaffe.

Arturia walked a few steps closer to the silver-haired heroic spirit, unable to remain silent any longer, and asked in a trembling voice, "Who the hell are you...!"

Mayne didn't want to answer at first, because it didn't make much sense.

It is true that he had indeed been active as "Merlin" for a while, but the knight king in front of him was obviously not the one he taught.

Artoris and Artoria, one male and one female.The worlds of the two knight kings, Mayne's definition of this - are two worlds that happen to be somewhat similar, but actually don't want to do it at all.

Therefore, he is not the "Merlin" that Arturia knew, even though they have the same magic power, the same sword skills, and even the same Noble Phantasm after releasing their real names, but——

They are indeed two completely different people.

But now, Mayne looked at the excited knight girl who seemed to have confirmed something, and felt that the other party probably had some serious misunderstanding.