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A strong physique that doesn't show off too much compared to men (Gao Wen's point of view).

And, a mysterious chalk lance overflowing in his hands.

In Gawain's eyes, the blue-silver knight who radiated the radiance of the planet was the king he served in the past, Arthur Pendragon.

The holy sword in the Sun Knight's hand trembled.

Obviously, the will to fight is lost—

Not having the courage to swing a blade at the past lord, that's not the case.

He thinks that he is by no means an opponent of the King of Victory, but it is not the case.

Gawain was a confident and tenacious knight, but that was limited to the inside of the round table.

In his heart, the king is a perfect being outside the norm - the one who cannot defeat is his own inner demon.

"You are Saber."

The Knight King of the Holy Lance asked in a cold tone.

"……Uh."

Gawain raised his head and nodded subconsciously.

"—That's right. I am Saber's knight."

O king...you didn't intend to say something to me here.

Aren't you going to rebuke me for not taking down the traitor in that rebellion?

Are you not going to accuse me of drawing my sword against the lord?

Confused, Gawain looked at King Arthur.

When he met those yellow-green pupils, there was no hesitation in Wang's eyes.

"……Well."

Gawain unconsciously felt sad about his immaturity.

At the same time, Gawain also understood what she wanted to say from Wang's expression.

So that's how it is... I'm no longer a Knight of the Round Table standing here.

As a sword knight, the person I should serve is not the past lord, but my own master—Lord Kenneth.

It was you who made this clear to me.

If I hadn't met you first, a half-baked knight like me would have left early in the Holy Grail War and made a fuss about the name of the Round Table.

Ah ah... King, your gentleness is still the same as before.

Even in the face of me as an enemy, you pointed out my immaturity.

Even if you're not in the same camp, you shine on me like a galaxy at night.

Thank you... my king!

Gawain's expression became as bright as the noon sun, he held the holy wheel-turning sword in his hand, and looked at the lancer with clear eyes.

"...Hey, lancer. Isn't this saber a little weird?"

Irisviel whispered while standing behind Artoria.

"Since just now, his expression has been constantly changing in shock, and he is still talking to himself over there... Is it a pervert?"

Artoria pursed her lips calmly.

Just get used to it, I'm used to it.

The so-called knights of the round table are not powerful in fighting ability, but they can always read the king's thoughts (brain supplements) from the cold poker face of King Arthur.

"—The words between you and me are superfluous."

Artoria's feet released air, the chalk armor appeared, and she took a few steps towards Gawain.

"Saber, let's communicate with the weapons in our hands."

"Exactly what I want... However, please don't hold back because it's night. Otherwise, you'll end up being ashamed of your glory."

Watching Gawain's tone change from retreat to confidence, Lancer's face also showed an expression of enjoying the battle.

"No, I have never underestimated your strength."

With that said, the knight of the spear unleashed a huge amount of magic power hidden in his plump body.

The burst of magic power spiraled around the top of the holy spear in her hand, stirring up a whirlwind of air.

"Come on, Saber. Let me blow out your sun."

"Lancer...a dignified showdown!"

The two sides each took a step forward, smashed the concrete under their feet, rolled up the gravel, and rushed towards each other.

With the sound of a sharp blade cutting through the space, two pale shadows fought together in the dark night.

The awe-inspiring knights kept waving their swords and spears at a speed undetectable by the naked eye. Every collision between swords and spears shook the atmosphere like thunder.

Irisviel and the other magician's familiars hidden in the shadows were deeply shocked by the battle beyond recognition.

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The highest altitude in the whole Fuyuki area, the roof top of the Hyatt Regency Hotel.

Standing in the howling wind, Rhode looked at the duel between King Arthur and the Sun Knight ten kilometers away with his eyes with enhanced vision.

The lower floor is the room of Saber Gawain's Master, Director Ken.

However, the owner of the guest room is currently visiting the battlefield in the port area, so even if Rhodes goes down to order something + molesting his fiancee, no one will stop him.

"In a hand-to-hand fight, it's better for Gawain, even at night."

Rhodes calculated while watching the battle.

"Originally, the hand-to-hand battle between Arturia and Gawain should have been [-] to [-].

However, Gawain's Master Kenneth's ability as a magician is far superior to Emiya Kiritsugu, and after becoming a Servant, Saber, the Dragonoid class, has attributes to correct. "

In Rhodes' field of vision, Gawain and Arthur are almost evenly matched.

"...So that's the case, the Holy Spear can also use the Wind King Barrier.

Originally, the holy spear was a wind-type Noble Phantasm, so it might be better.

Such a long lance would be much more dangerous than a two-handed sword once it was hidden. "

Watching the high-level battle, Rhodes showed a serious expression for the first time since entering Fuyuki.

"Now, fanatic. What do you think?"

He turned his head as he asked.

The girl with double braids who attacked him a few days ago is now kneeling respectfully behind Rhodes——

Dressed in dark blue Dead Reservoir water.

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038 Simple girl?Can be made!

Back in time to ten hours ago.

When the fanatic woke up from the bed, she immediately fell into a deep self-flagellation.

How could this be... what a stupid thing I did.

She didn't care at all about the fact that she was still alive.

Don't care about the black heart condensed from the curse in the left chest.

The fanatic just kept staring at the ceiling with a sad expression on his face.

"I've... no longer even qualified to call myself a believer..."

The reason why the fanatic was not chosen as the leader of the assassins, in addition to the fear of the people around him, there are other reasons——

She is too naive.

Breaking into Caster's magic workshop in broad daylight to start a massacre, an ordinary old man in the mountains would never have chosen this tactic.

It must be because the "blood of the warrior" on his body is stronger than the "blood of the assassin", so he failed to become the leader of the sect.

The fanatic, who didn't realize this until he was killed, just kept berating himself for his immaturity in his heart.

Is an immature person like me really qualified to put an end to this heretical ritual that confuses the leaders?

That's why I'm being swayed by that grown-up—

Only by being punished by Lord Fallen Angel himself.

When the heart was gouged out, he couldn't even see the movements of the angel.

It is conceivable how weak his belief is.

That is the real magic skill that can guide the sect.

Compared with him, the eighteen divine karma [Fantasy Bloodline] [Zabaniya] that he boasted was nothing short of blasphemy.

She folded her hands and muttered to herself, ashamed of her cowardice.

Why did the angel of heaven leave his worthless life, the mad believer already had the answer in his heart.

That adult must feel that his existence is a shame for the sect, and he must practice from scratch.

The door of the room was opened.

"Oh, have you woken up yet?"

"—Lord Angel."