I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer

"Ah!" The girl's voice was as soft as silk, Kuang San held her little butt and lifted her up, changing to a more comfortable position.

So, under the surprised gazes of the two maids, his eldest lady was carried back like this.

The red Archer didn't try to avoid it, he sat on the chair and looked at Kurumi who walked in, a little puzzled and envious.

It's nice...to be so close to Illya.

On the other hand, Kuang San raised his eyebrows slightly.

She could clearly feel that the guardian in front of her was in a state of no owner.

Without Rin's intervention, he came normally as a wage earner.

Illya was put back on the chair by Kurumi.

The girl's face was slightly flushed, she straightened her somewhat messy skirt and snow-white hair, and then asked Kuang Sanfa.

"Big sister of hentai, what's the matter with Illya?"

"Was there a battle here yesterday?" Kuang San didn't answer directly, but asked Illya a question.

"It's Lancer~" Illya didn't mean to hide anything, instead she puffed out her small chest triumphantly. "It's so weak, it was thrown by my Berserker just by the foot."

She gesticulated Lancer spinning and flying away, full of the innocence of a little girl.

It's just that the expression after that is a bit strange.

"Hentai's..." Illya continued, and Kurumi covered her small mouth with his hand. "Just call me Kuang San."

Covering her lips with a soft hand, Illya froze.

"Kuang...Kuan San." With a soft voice, Kuang San ruffled her hair in satisfaction.

After a little hesitation, pressing down the strange sense of familiarity, Illya looked up at Kurumi. "Then Kuang San, can you tell Illya one thing?"

"Huh?" Kuang San bowed slightly.

"That's... Rider and Assassin, they've left the stage, right?" She looked up at Kurumi.

"Yes." Kuang San squeezed Illya's little face. "What's wrong?"

"No...no, nothing." Illya lowered her head.

Strange that she was prepared as a vessel for the Holy Grail.

just why?

So far, she hasn't recovered any of the followers who left the field?

Whether it was Rider or Assassin who was knocked down by Kurumi, or Lancer who was knocked down by Berserker, none of them.

If this has been the case, will this battle...can really summon the Holy Grail in the end?

But this is Misin from the Einzbern family, she was dumb, and Illya did not say it in the end.

She thought of what Kuangsan said that day, the Holy Grail is not what she wants.

But... when did I long for the Holy Grail?

That was just the paranoia of Einzbern.

Breaking all the rules, Einzbern allowed himself to summon Berserker two months early.The Command Seals branded all over his body acted as an out-of-spec magical circuit.

All of that was for the purpose of the Holy Grail, at the cost of her life.

Ilya grabbed Kuang San's hand that was holding her face, this tenderness made her a little eager.

On the back of the jade-like hand was branded a flower-like Command Seal, but Einzbern, who had already broken the rules, had no right to criticize others.

Snuggled up gently, she just remembered...

Kurumi is a follower of that fellow Tohsaka Rin.

Illya clenched her fists in dissatisfaction, she wanted to snatch Kurumi away from that down-and-out guy.

Chapter 44 Huh?Have you magicians hooked up with followers?

"Oh meow~~" He yawned sleepily, and the girl's curled up body stretched out.

Mo Yusan found that Rin looked at him strangely.

"cold?"

Covering her mouth lightly, she leaned forward and found that Rin's eyes were evasively escaping from her.

Rin sat on the edge of the classroom by the window.

Different from the normal Kuang San who always likes to squeeze into a small seat with him, the Kuang San in front of him is lazily leaning halfway on the window, with a long snow-white leg dangling there, yawning cutely.

The sleepy look of the girl always made Rin worry that she would slam down the window, but even so, she was still playing with the handheld with a sleepy look.

When Mo Yusan leaned his body like this just now, the soft hair was blown onto his face by the wind.

The sweet and seductive smell reminded Rin of the previous morning.

Sakura and Kurumi or something...

Rin lowered his head and covered his face in a soft, almost grinding voice.