Artoria the Big Liar

I raised my eyebrows, probably understanding what this guy wanted to express.

I glanced at the half-elf magician—he seemed to have no idea what my conversation with Berserker meant.Afterwards, I glanced at Saber again—there was a little doubt in those emerald green pupils, but they were more calm and clear.

But she still misunderstood me, thought I didn't understand, and began to explain to me: "The real bird, he was cursed to look like this, and he is completely different from the normal dead. Compared to the ghoul His state is closer to that of the elf chosen by the world—that is, the existence called 'True Ancestor'."

"That's right, the Earl is indeed the True Ancestor... Well, the Earl's real name is easy to guess, right?" the magician said.

It's a good thing I'm wearing a helmet, otherwise my smothered smile would have made the idiot suspicious.

How should I put it... This guy was sold and counted the money, and I don't know who gave him the confidence.

But seeing his confident look, I wanted to follow his lead and make a good guess about the identity of this Berserker.

"Count Dracula...or Cain, right? The world's first murderer, blessed with a human body to become undead. Survive in the human world incognito, accumulating curses and becoming similar to the dead. Identity, right?"

"Bingo! You got it right! Too bad there's no reward." The idiot was still showing off, unable to understand the meaning of Berserker's eyes under the sunglasses. "Now that you know your real name, you don't think the earl is weak, do you?"

"It's really weak... Ah, I'm talking about the two pistols, not the Count himself," I said casually.

"About my strength, do you want to try it?" The earl's voice was unusually thick, with a little excitement.

"Try and try—don't really die, Count."

Before I finished speaking, I ignored Saber's reaction, and rushed up like a train.

The count took out the black gun in his right hand, with a larger caliber and a longer barrel.He used his left arm as a support, the muzzle of the gun burst out with dazzling flames, and the bullet shot out from the barrel, spinning in the air, even the wind was distorted.

Many people think that sword masters dodge according to the trajectory of the bullet, but this is not the case.Even for a person with excellent reflexes, it is very difficult to dodge just by the bullet itself.The reason is that in order to avoid accidents, the trigger of the firearm needs to be pulled with considerable force, but you can't go all out, otherwise the trigger itself will be damaged.As a result, it takes at least half a second from aiming to pulling the trigger, and then to igniting the gunpowder. You only need to observe the direction of the muzzle, and this half-second reaction time is completely sufficient.

Therefore, real gun masters will use various methods to cover up the act of pulling the trigger, or find ways to change the trajectory of the bullet with qualities beyond human beings—the Earl must be such a master, but he still shot straight this time, obviously leaking water seriously .

But I didn't dodge, the bullet crossed my helmet, deflected to the vicinity of Saber, and was easily bounced off by Saber with the holy sword - after the deflection, the speed of the bullet decreased too much, and it was impossible to hit the follower.

The pitch-black long sword quickly slashed across, and the earl's head slipped from the cut in a split second.

The impact of the bullet was real, I felt a little bit of impact - but that's about it.

The tall body just fell down like this, and the blood gushed out like a spring, forming a puddle and spreading outward.

"Is it really only at this level..." I swung my sword, and it instantly returned to its pitch-black appearance. "What a pity, I thought it would be more powerful..."

I looked down at the earl's body that was divided into two, and at the blood that was constantly spreading on the ground.

Of course I knew he couldn't die, just wanted to see if he was a mist or a bat when he recovered.

Sure enough, it was still a bat—the flesh turned into a bat, and the blood turned into a bat. They suspended, screamed, and gathered into a ball, forming a pitch-black phantom.In this tall phantom, only the earl's right eye and the nearby skin can be seen.

The black pistol was pressed against my forehead, and the right eye was both calm and mad.

"boom!"

The bullet was propelled into my helmet, and the magic power poured into it exploded immediately, making me lean back slightly.I didn't stabilize the center, but took two steps back, staring at the evil thing that had escaped from the scope of human beings in front of me.

The main body is still humanoid, but in the shadow made of blood, there are scaled claws floating like a river, the forelimbs of a mantis, thick hair, the tail of a poisonous snake, and arms, a large number of arms, some wearing clothes , Some wearer armor, poor, rich, lowly, noble, like the tide, like grass blown by the wind, constantly swinging, I don’t know if they really retain the basic wisdom, or The earl's own bad taste.

"How about it, Miss Master of Saber, do you still have doubts about my strength?"

In the thick darkness, the earl's voice resounded, as if the darkness was his real body.

I remembered the first time we met, when the thunder flashed, and the earl's shadow was filled with other things.

In other words, from the very beginning, the Earl expressed his attitude... This is quite an interesting thing.

"Ah, I remembered, your shadow is quite special... So, are these two pistols just for bluffing?"

"In the past, I used to walk on the earth as an exorcist of the Church of the Holy Church. These two modern firearms are not only the church's recognition of me, but also the church's restraint and control on me." The earl played with his own Two pistols, the tone is extremely pleasant. "The progress of human beings is really incredible. You only need to pull the trigger to kill people, and you can kill people as long as you have the will to kill. It is an era of peace, but the value of a human life is just a number... Presumably, this is what God intended. Expected it?"

"Is that so..." I said perfunctorily, "Then... Earl, can you guess who I am?"

"Guessing? There is no need for guessing. Guessing is meaningless. God's thoughts, human thoughts, and human beings are beyond guessing. Only deeds can confirm people's thoughts, and only decisions can reveal people's will. No matter how rhetoric Gorgeous, no matter how sincere the feelings, speculation will only create a false sense of trust and bring the story to a tragic end."

"I don't want to guess...I see. Count, how about I make a deal with you?"

As if aware of something, the half-elf magician immediately stepped forward and said in a panic, "Hey, can you stop treating me as if I don't exist? At least I'm the Master, right?"

"The content of this transaction is... Berserker, kill this ["!

I spoke lightly, as if I were not trying to kill a magician, but an annoying fly.

At this moment, the half-elf magician finally understood something.

He opened his mouth, wanting to question, wanting to activate the Command Seal, but...

"boom!"

Flames burst out from the barrel, and the bullet rotated, instantly blasting the magician's head, red and white broke through the skull like a fountain, drawing a beautiful picture in the air, falling to the ground together with the fragments like fireworks, like flowers .

My eyes widened, and my evaluation of firearms instantly increased by three levels—it is indeed a very beautiful work of art.

At the same time, I also confirmed that the earl was really releasing water just now, because he is fully capable of controlling the direction of the bullet.

Taking a deep breath, suppressing my instinctive restlessness, I stepped forward.With a light swipe of the long sword, the magician's hand was cut off, and he carefully examined the command spell on it—no wonder the earl was very dissatisfied with this guy, the bat-shaped command spell had already been used up, and the wings were seriously missing. It looks like it was ripped in half.

Dare to use such an existence as a familiar, this kid really has a big heart, he is worthy of being a half-fairy who loves to die.

After confirming the situation, the armor turned into a dark red lightning and converged back into my body.

I held the magician's hand in my right hand, and showed the back of my left hand. I smiled lightly and said to the count: "Count, what should I do next, don't I need to tell you? Isn't this your purpose?"

Like a water pump, the blood and the arms and claws derived from the blood returned to the earl's body.

He was still wearing a red overcoat, a red wide-brimmed hat, and a suit under the overcoat, nothing changed at all.

After taking the magician's hand, a red light flashed on it, and the command spell disappeared immediately.Then the earl knelt down on one knee, like a knight waiting to be honored, with his left hand holding his right arm, and his right hand raised high, waiting for my action.

I already have Saber's Command Seal on my right hand, so I put my right hand down this time.

A scalding pain immediately appeared on the back of my left hand, and the command spell was activated at the same time, and I became the master of the two servants.

Unlike the half-fairy's Command Seal, the Command Seal on the back of my left hand is a mass of chaos distorting various existences.

This reflected the earl's will - under the hands of the half-goblin, he was just a dead disciple.In my hands, he is the real Count Dracula, the congregation of death, the coagulation of blood, the evil that has survived to this day, cursed by the gods.

"Hmph...hahahahaha!" The count stood up, smiling happily, almost insanely happy. "As expected of Mordred! As expected of the heir of the evil dragon king! Even though he is so young, he is so intelligent, and at the same time retains a childlike cruelty - interesting, so interesting! I really want to ask that Rider, how on earth did you get educated like this!"

I didn't want to continue on this topic, so I asked the count instead: "That is to say, count, you knew who I was from the beginning?"

"Of course." The earl said, "Don't underestimate the immortal, my master. Especially someone like me who is related to all forces. Whether it is the Church of the Holy Church or the Association of Magicians, I have my own source of information."

When he said that, I immediately understood: "I see, have you been in contact with that priest all this time?"

The count didn't answer, but looking at the smile in that right eye, I almost understood what he meant.

There is indeed a connection, but it cannot be acknowledged.Not only because of the relationship between the servant and the supervisor, but also because of the relationship between the monsters raised by the church and the church's high-level officials.Once you admit it, it means you really admit that you have been raised, not that the two parties are using each other.

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and observed the count's status.

Sure enough, very exaggerated.Muscular strength, agility, and magic power are all A+, durability and treasure are all EX, only luck is relatively low, which is only at the level of C-no way, he is cursed, it is not normal if luck is not low.

"Hey, the attribute is okay, Earl!" I sighed, "It doesn't match the image of your gunner at all, I thought the attribute would be much lower!"

"It's your own quality, my master. You are the white dragon of Britain, the mysterious limit that people can carry. Just luck has increased two levels-I really don't know what the Holy Grail is Such a judgment was only made under certain circumstances. I, who have been plagued by bad luck since the day I was born, unexpectedly had a day of good luck."

I raised my eyebrows, and only now remembered that Saber's luck was also very high.

Maybe it's because I'm special?Mordred can be loved so much by his father, there is no one else but me.

If I become a Servant, I must be lucky, otherwise anyone who knows me will think there is something wrong with the Holy Grail.

After taking a breath and relaxing, I glanced at the corpse of the half-elf magician, and gave my first command to the count: "Count, that guy is a half-elf, he won't die so easily, deal with it."

"Obey, my Master..."

The count stretched out his right hand, and blood spurted out, turning into the head of a huge hound.

The hound was full of eyes—human eyes, like something out of a horror novel.It opened its mouth, and its withered and yellow teeth quickly chewed and crushed the half-elf's body, and then swallowed it eagerly as if it was hungry to the limit.

I know the hound and have dealt with it before.

"Bagster the dog devil? Earl, have you absorbed this thing?"

"I serve the Church of the Holy Church to clean up these monsters, and the reward is the blood and flesh of these creatures. The flesh and blood of any creature swallowed by me will become a part of it. When I think the time is right, I will release these monsters , as a weapon, as a servant—this is my Noble Phantasm as a servant, which itself is just my 'inherent enchantment'."

"Inherent enchantment...that's really powerful."

The so-called inherent enchantment is the erosion and change of one's own mind and will to the world. It is the top magic below magic.

It's not that people with strong emotions can't do it, it's not that people with a deep understanding of magic can't do it.Earl looks like a Berserker, but is actually more suitable to be a Caster.It's a pity that Caster's position was taken by that Faust, so it had to be.

Therefore, the Earl's madness is only E, which can be said to be a symbolic madness, just to adapt to this class.

At this moment, I finally looked at Saber - she has been silent, without any expression.

But from those emerald green pupils, I can clearly see the profound hostility—it's not hostility, it's just that the light is instinctively repelling the darkness.She and the earl are absolutely incompatible existences.It is quite difficult to maintain restraint now, instead of directly blasting the past with the Holy Sword of Liberation.

"My Master, if there is anything, just call me. Don't worry, unless my existence descends on the ground, I will never eavesdrop on your daily communication with this King Arthur... treat me as a pure Just use the tool." The count's figure seemed to dissolve, turning into a pool of thick blood, sneaking into my shadow, and staying with me. "Ah... I can finally get rid of those annoying goblins, and I can sleep well..."

Then, my shadow returned to silence and became exactly the same as before.

I raised my eyebrows, it's really unbelievable—anyone would be surprised by this hidden form, right?

"Go back, Saber. It's all over."

Having said that, Saber did follow me on the deserted streets.

However, she soon couldn't bear it anymore and finally asked me the question.

"True, why did you do that?"

"After all, you need help, right? More help is always a good thing."

"You are the master, I will not oppose your decision. But I hope you will be more cautious in the future. Berserker is a very dangerous existence. He can kill his previous master at will, and he can also kill you at will .He actually has no loyalty at all, the Holy Grail War is just another hunting ground for him."

I know all this.Let alone me, anyone can know who the earl is as long as he can see clearly in his eyes.

But, after all, I shook my head and began to correct Saber's fallacies.

"The first half of the sentence is correct. But the latter is not—he is actually quite loyal, but the object of loyalty is not the master, but his own belief. The magician should have slandered the earl's belief, so he was Jealousy?"

"...Faith?" Saber narrowed her eyes slightly, completely unable to understand the meaning of this word.

"Yes, it is belief. Although he is cursed by God and exiled by God, he does believe in God." After a pause, I tried to explain in a more understandable way: "Like a criminal sentenced to life imprisonment, Knowing that he has no possibility of reducing his sentence, but he will still obey the sentence and pursue a day of escape from prison. For the earl, that is the last day of the world-that is, as he said, the parliament of God descended from heaven. He participated in the Holy Grail That's what war is for."

"That's right! That's right! You're worthy of being the Master! You're worthy of being the heir of the Evil Dragon King!" My shadow boiled all of a sudden, roaring and screaming in the dark red energy. "Master... no, master, my master! In the name of God, I will devote all my loyalty to you until my soul is torn apart and I can no longer sustain myself!"

"...Count, didn't you say you wouldn't eavesdrop?" I asked with some dissatisfaction.

My shadow quickly fell silent, and the count finally fell into a deep sleep.

Yes, although it is strange to say, I can indeed feel that the Earl has entered a state of dormancy.

Then I looked at Saber again, her expression was still very stiff, neither believing in the count nor me.

"... Angry? Because Saber and I didn't explain in advance?"

Saber didn't answer, but looked at the sky - there was no moon, no stars, only a whole piece of dark clouds.

"Sure enough, I'm still angry." I scratched my head and sighed. "Saber, if there is such a plan, I will definitely discuss it with you. If the count hadn't first used the white gun to deal with evil spirits and monsters, and the subsequent shots kept releasing water, I would have understood what he wanted to do. Since the benefits If he is so big, then he must have done it? Anyway, the Earl is not a bad person. Being able to be cursed by God to look like this, and still maintain his own beliefs, surely cannot be explained simply as a 'bad person'?"

"...Indeed." Even Saber had to admit my point of view.

"In short, with the earl as the assistant, it will definitely be a lot easier to fight against the father-the earl is very strong. Anyway, he is also Cain in mythology, who exists in the long river of history with various identities and names. For example Speaking of Vlad III, I’m afraid he was dropped by him halfway, right? Although he looks crazy, he has strength and principles, and he is very stubborn—don’t worry, he will never betray. Except for God, there is no Who can make him betray."

Saber didn't respond.But under my gaze, after a long time, she finally nodded and said, "Matou, no matter what choice you make, I will support you. This time it is like this, and it will be like this in the future—" I do what I say."

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Chapter Sixty: The Tyrant and the Concubine ([-] words)

(This chapter is the first perspective of Artoria.)

The power of the witch is constantly increasing, and the strongest mount has been changed from a flying dragon to a real dragon.

Tomorrow's food is also in hand, and the quality is higher than that of Gilgamesh, which is enough to meet the witch's needs.

However, I didn't feel happy at all.Even inexplicably irritable inside.All preparations have been made, and all plans have been formulated.But when that fateful day drew closer, I was still afraid after all.

Mingming was lying on the bed, cuddling with the person in his arms, but both of us remained awake, with our eyes closed, hoping that the time would soon come to daylight.Then continue to do meaningless things during the day, let the time skip quickly, fight, sleep, continue the day, and repeat until fate makes the final judgment on me and the witch.

Outside the window, the sky was still full of dark clouds, and the night was as ugly as a rag.The hustle and bustle of the city gradually calmed down, the sound of cars disappeared, as if the whole city had entered a quiet sleep, as if only Jeanne and I were still awake.