I don't want to be a heroic spirit

Chapter 107

"I never thought that I was a noble hero." Artoria said calmly, even a little indifferently: "I have done this behavior countless times, slapping away the hands that asked me for help. Because of my identity, I have to focus on the country first and the individual secondly. I once let people in a village die painfully just to prevent the disease from spreading in that village. "

"Understand? I can't be as willful as you, because my responsibilities and those who believe in me do not allow me to be willful. Even if the decision I make goes against my wishes, as long as it is correct, then I will do it without hesitation.”

Astolfo was very unconvinced, "Isn't it right to help those who need help and save those who need to be saved?"

"But you see so little."

Artoria's eyes were beautiful, like fine emerald stones, but they were cold inside.

"Your desire to help others is very correct and deserves to be respected, but your reckless recklessness will only harm everyone."

After that, Artoria stopped arguing with Astolfo and turned around to leave.

Astolfo's eyes widened, staring at Artoria's back as if they were burning. The knuckles of the fingers clenched into fists creaked due to excessive force, and he almost bit his own flesh with such strong unwillingness. Lips.

He wanted to question, asking the other party whether this was worthy of his own chivalry? Doesn’t questioning the other party bring dust to one’s own glory?

At this moment, Artoria's voice sounded again.

"I'll leave tonight."

"As the Ruler of this Holy Grail War, I have no reason to care about your internal conflicts on the Black side."

"So, if someone asks me about the whereabouts of the escaped androids, I have no obligation to answer."

"After all, that's not my responsibility."

Without looking back at the stunned Astolfo, Arturia left the room.

Hmm...it always feels weird to be forced to leave your room.

Although this room is only temporary, it was vacated for her by the people here.

"Well...then get ready and leave as soon as it gets dark."

The so-called preparation is naturally to say hello to others. After all, you are taking care of others. It would be a little rude to leave without saying a word.

However, she only planned to talk to Fiona, forget about the others, they were not that familiar yet.

She planned to leave here quietly, and then go to the Hongfang base camp to meet the Japanese saint.

Who knows... this night is destined to be restless.

Black is attacked.

And the movement is not small.

Except for Assassin, who was still missing, everyone on the Black side was here, and even Caster Avisbron came out of his magic workshop for a rare occasion.

Artoria has no intention of joining Black's discussion, although Black might be willing to do so, because that would bring her closer to Black and increase Red's vigilance towards Ruler.

Arturia stood on the top of the castle, and the faint light all over her body made her figure look so sacred, even the moon's light was obscured by it.

She stood quietly under the night, her sight easily spanned the distance, penetrated the darkness, and saw the violent rebel.

The Berserker on the red side - Spartacus.

Chapter 190 It’s time to leave

The white-haired priest, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, had a headache.

Although he successfully controlled all the masters except Saber's master, there was one guy who didn't listen to his orders at all and rushed directly towards Black's base camp.

As a warrior who leads the oppressed to raise the blade of rebellion against their oppressors, Spartacus will instinctively seek out the oppressors and swing the hammer of rebellion.

Therefore, Vlad III became his target... Even though these two people were not in the same city at all, Spartacus was still attracted by him and rushed over without hesitation, the kind that no one could stop. .

Because he is too uncontrollable, Spartacus has been regarded as an abandoned son by Amakusa Shirou Tokisada, but this does not mean that he will not do anything.

He sent Rider Achilles and Archer Atalanta on his side. Both of them are heroes known for their footwork. They can not only detect the situation, but also facilitate withdrawal from the battlefield.

Atalanta is a wild female archer with long emerald hair, animal ears and a tail.

At this moment, she was standing steadily on a branch, rubbing the arrow with the fingers of her right hand, feeling a little restless.

"This Yang's divinity...is almost as provocative."

Atalanta serves Artemis, the goddess of hunting, so she is no stranger to divinity.

At this moment, the figure at the top of the castle was as eye-catching to her as the blazing sun, and she couldn't help but want to shoot it down with an arrow.

"Don't do unnecessary things, eldest sister."

"I never thought that I would be reminded of such a thing by you one day."

Atalanta glared angrily at Achilles, who had come with her.

"This is not like your style. Generally speaking, when you meet such an interesting opponent, shouldn't you be the first to rush forward? What happened? Did you fall down and hit your head while sleeping?"

"Haha! It's not easy for me either. This kind of exploration mission is not suitable for me. Such an interesting opponent is right in front of me, but I can't just pick up the spear and rush forward. My patience is about to run out..."

Achilles carried the spear on his shoulder and showed a very hearty and handsome smile.

"But it won't work. Even I know how hateful it is to snatch someone else's opponent. Maybe the other person's spear will turn around and point at me in the next moment."

"It shouldn't be as exaggerated as you say?" Atalanta frowned slightly. "According to the legend, Lancer should be a very calm and wise type. Don't treat everyone as the same as you just because you are a battle maniac."

"Sister, you don't understand this."

Achilles showed a smug smile that made Atalanta very unhappy.

"Sister, you are undoubtedly a true hero, but you are not a qualified warrior, so you can't understand our feelings."

"I am not a warrior, I am a hunter, crossing mountains and hunting wild beasts is what I am good at." Atalanta said with a cold face: "As long as it is the prey that I like, even if it escapes to the ends of the earth, it will be shot by my arrows, under the watchful eyes of the gods Apollo and Artemis."

Achilles and Atalanta stopped chatting, because Spartacus had begun to contact the black servants.

The first person to contact Spartacus was Astolfo. Presumably, the black people also care about the strength of this one of Charlemagne's twelve paladins, although Astolfo is undoubtedly the weakest one among them.

Astolfo and Spartacus, both of them are irrational people, one thinks one thing and the other does not listen to people at all, in some ways they are quite similar.

Just like now, Astolfo suddenly wanted to reveal his identity handsomely, but Spartacus didn't listen at all, and chopped him with laughter, forcing Astolfo to flee in embarrassment.

Altria looked at the top of the castle for a few times and lost interest.

Although she got along well with some people from the black side that day, she did not forget her identity. As long as no one took the initiative to attack her, she would not intervene in the battle below.

So... it's time to leave.

Just like the silver moon was covered by dark clouds, Altria's divinity disappeared.

Those who are very sensitive to the breath of the gods understand that the goddess has left.

Achilles smacked his lips and took off the spear on his shoulder.

"Then, I should go find my opponent, otherwise I will be suffocated."

The next moment, Achilles disappeared, and a whistling hurricane rolled up while running, and a refreshing voice came in the wind.

"Big sister! Please cover me!"

Although Achilles said so, Atalanta was not stupid enough to think that he was serious.

Atalanta knew Achilles' character. He must want to defeat all enemies by himself, just like he did on the battlefield before. The words just now were just polite words.

But Atalanta still pulled the bowstring.

Achilles had his opponents, so she had to find her own prey.

"Really... Ruler has left."

Vlad III rode on an unusually handsome warhorse... Of course, it was not a real horse, but a horse-shaped puppet provided by Avisbronn.

Vlad III was not the kind of useless king who stayed in the rear and did nothing. He could also lead the soldiers to charge at the forefront as a general.

His back was a flag guiding victory for the friendly army, and his spear was a sharp stake piercing the heart for the enemy.

After becoming a Servant, ordinary war horses were no longer worthy of him, so he asked Avisbron to make a horse-shaped puppet for him.

It is impossible to say that Vlad III did not have any regrets about Altria's departure.

He still did not give up the plan to pull her into his side, even after knowing her identity.

For Vlad III, the value of the identity of "the deified King Arthur" is far greater than "the referee of the Holy Grail War".

However, he will not lament or retain.

"Then it's time for us to start."

In front of Vlad III, Spartacus was pierced by several sharp stakes, unable to move or break free.

Danic planned to turn this irrational Servant into his own chess piece, so he asked Avisbron to help him reverse the contract on Spartacus.

At the same time, Danik also found Achilles running towards him. After all, the other party was so powerful that he had no intention of hiding himself. Danik sent Siegfried and Frankenstein to go.

Chapter 191 My father is not as kind-hearted as you!

I have admired that light from a very close distance.

The King of Oaths, the King of Perfection, the King of Ideals, the King of Glory.

All the glory in the world should belong to her, and all the glory in the world should be draped on her.

"That is the enemy you have to defeat. Your mission in this world is to pierce her body with the blade and destroy her dynasty with fire."

No, that's not the case.

The king is so beautiful and perfect.

So, I decided to serve her.

Even if I can only become the shadow of the king and become the blade that removes filth on her behalf.

As long as I can always watch her at such a close distance...I will be satisfied.

"That king is too perfect...so...we have to betray her."

What a stupid statement, what's wrong with a perfect king?