I have become stronger, but also shorter [comprehensive]

——I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but I always feel that this Holy Grail War…

—Very imprecise, and very unserious.

The above are the new ideas that Saber couldn't help but had a new discovery after observing for a period of time.

King Arthur's body cannot be as calm as the deified version of himself.

Even though the food cooked by Sir Lancelot's master was very delicious and attracted her attention to a certain extent, she couldn't give up thinking at all.

The reason why Saber participated in the Holy Grail War was, of course, that she wanted to pass the Holy Grail and realize her wish.

Yes, she wants to save her country no matter what.

In order to achieve her long-cherished wish, Saber is willing to wander in countless parallel worlds, and the Holy Grail is the only possibility for her wish to come true.

For this reason, she firmly believes that she can be desperate, even if she wants to be the enemy of the closest person in her life...

... No, isn't the problem here!

Looking at the group of people and heroic spirits in front of her, apart from the inexplicable joy in Saber's heart, there was actually more—a throbbing pain.

How does she feel that this Holy Grail War can no longer be fought from now on? !

Ok.

The reality almost coincides with Saber's ominous premonition.

The group of people in front of them had no sense that the Holy Grail War had begun. They were having a picnic happily before, but now they were sitting and chatting happily.

Among the three masters chosen by the Holy Grail, two teenagers quarreled on the ground for a while, and now they have gone to the sky.

——The literal sense of "God".

The last number one among the three masters has returned to the Spartan style of doing things in the past, and he has no soft-heartedness towards the immature little ghosts under him, and he can do as much as he can.

This time, he felt uncomfortable seeing the two little ghosts being too idle, and this time he gave them a new task: to play with Artoria's mount.

The "play" in his mouth is certainly not a general standard.

The whistling wind that seemed to break through the space passed by the ear, the god Mastarion raised his hoof, raised his head again, and the two little devils who were not enough in cultivation were immediately knocked into the air by it.

This scene is somewhat familiar, and the touch of the horse's hoof falling is also...

But the teenagers who will be heroes in the future will not give in easily.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

"Don't be too arrogant! Stinky horse!"

Explosions, ice and fire concurrently roared all over the mountain. The two not only had to use their respective abilities to chase Stallion wildly, but also competed with each other. Whoever landed first in embarrassment would be the loser.

And Shenma, who was reluctant to play with him, said that if it wasn't for Wang's order, it wouldn't bother to accompany the human kid around in circles.

Chewing and chewing, the soft long white hair of the heroic spirit below always feels good to chew.

Back to the ground undisturbed by pegasus jumps.

The bonfire that had been lit before had not been extinguished, but the fuel was gradually burned out, the fire was not so big, and the light was much less.

Eric still sat there calmly, with Artoria on the left and right.

The newly joined assassin sat across from them a little stiffly.

From the moment she first appeared, this lady did not behave in the slightest in accordance with the identity of the enemy heroic spirit, and her attitude towards a certain boy was more respectful than all the heroic spirits present combined.

Well, or rather, all her weird reactions are based on one foundation:

She confirmed the boy's identity with just one glance, and unlike Saber, she would not be disturbed by appearance and become suspicious.

——A king is still a king no matter what he becomes, there is no difference in essence!

——It's just getting shorter...huh?Are you short?Nothing!Who said the king has become shorter!In her eyes, the image of the king will always remain the same tall, full of the aura of a strong man, which is admirable!

The suppressed inner voice almost burst out through the eyes. Assassin, who was very quiet on the surface, was actually excited and moved, and comprehended the king's intentions with incomparable precision.

Wang wears a helmet, which means he prefers not to reveal his identity and wants to remain mysterious.

Then, even though she wanted to confide her thoughts for thousands of years to the king, Antaxia, the former acting consul of Papara, still stopped herself with her tenacious perseverance.

As long as she could sit like this and stare blankly at Wang Weiwu's body, she would be satisfied.

"……Humph."

A certain person doesn't show it on the surface, but he is very happy to be looked at by the admiring eyes that have not changed for thousands of years.

Antaxia did not disappoint him as expected, not only was she not confused by the superficial appearance, she was also able to understand his thoughts wittily.

"Want to eat?"

Arturia is taking over the work of the explosive boy, and she is very proficient in grilling her own meat.

However, her level is still not very good. Although the roasted meat is also very fragrant, the edges are a little burnt, which affects the presentation.

When sharing the meat with other people, assassin, who stared straight ahead, politely refused, and the other self had a strange expression, as if he was out of his mind (the enemy has become a friendly army, so how can we fight), so he didn't reply to her.

Artoria had no choice but to eat the barbecue by herself regretfully, after all, she had only eaten one-fifth of her fill before.

Glancing at the girl next to him, Eric's thoughts wandered, considering whether to arrest another person and run away, so as to find some more food for Artoria.

But among the people left now, the girl can't be manipulated, and the stupid big man who sits the farthest has a dull and melancholy face, which is useless at first glance.

Although he could go by himself, he knew with his feet that when he went out at this time, the probability of bumping into that unimportant so-and-so was [-]%, so he really didn't bother to bother.

"I knew I wouldn't be in a hurry to throw the brats out."

He regretted it a little bit.

And, probably not so obvious.

The young man who sat still here seemed to have no intention of thinking about it at all.

There is also a heroic spirit in this mountain, and he can be regarded as his younger brother in retrospect.

But this little brother is different from Jiao Dong Baohao and the others.

The first hesitation of the world's strongest man who is fearless and fearless when he comes here is brought out by the appearance of this little brother.

After staying with the little ghosts for a long time, he may be affected to be a little weak and weak when he treats some people who care about him... What a joke!

After all, the strongest man in the world just refuses to admit that he is guilty.

"I'm sick!"

He opened his mouth suddenly, instantly attracting the attention of several eyes.

However, the boy who was obviously venting his anger just said in passing: "Annoying, can't you find a third errand runner who can do whatever you want!"

The voice fell.

The Command Seal on the back of his hand and the ground under his feet flickered.

The magic circle that summoned the heroic spirit seemed to be ready to move for a long time, waiting for this moment, and when the opportunity came, it immediately rushed over impatiently.

Eric: "?"

As soon as he finished speaking, "No. [-], the errand runner who doesn't hesitate to do whatever he asks" really came.

"........."

Eric took a few glances at the expressionless red-haired man in front of him, but he seemed particularly upright.

"Who are you?"

"Karna."

The author has something to say: It’s Karna alter