Killing an old enemy

Without further hesitation, Lancelot had already attacked with his sword.

Berserker also violently attacked the newly converted target, and the two similar long swords collided together. The only difference was that Berserker's sword had turned black due to beheading the existence of the same Knight of the Round Table. He was already unclean. exists.

...Since this is the case, there is no need for any communication!

He is so familiar with every attack intention of his own, even if he loses his mind, the same moves and the timing of the attack are so familiar that the two of them can't tell who is who for a while, just entangled in thinking To take the other person's life.

Seeing everything, Caesar frowned tightly thinking about the knight's voice before.

"Artoria, what kind of person do you know Lancelot?" he asked.

The knight king named by him was stunned, showing mixed emotions, "Sorry, but as a king, I can't judge him fairly."

What about Lancelot?In fact, she knew very well that the demise of Great Britain could not be attributed to one person. As a former king, if she had to find a murderer, then she could only blame herself, not others.

Even if it was indeed Mr. Lancelot who became the fuse.

"For the questioning of myself in another world, so... I can only remain silent."

But if she really wants to accept the knight who betrayed her without any grievances... Arturia is not sure that she can do this.

After listening to her thoughts, Caesar thought about the similarities between himself and Arthur, and said, "I understand."

"What?" Arturia's dumb hair trembled.

"Do you feel..." Caesar looked at Artoria, trying to describe the image of Lancelot that he had drawn in his mind, "He seems...to lose his aim—this sentence seems inappropriate, but As a knight he does question the sword he holds."

And he was a little cautious and cramped, as if he was afraid that something unknown would appear from his body.

"I haven't thought about it in this direction." Arturia said cautiously, "But I think you're right, if that crazy step is really Lancelot..."

She let out a breath, and made a decision "—then he really lost the direction of his sword."

Caesar suddenly felt something strange, and he looked at the King of Knights.

"Actually, I had some suspicions that you weren't me from another world." Artoria continued, she didn't hide it, "But now hearing your evaluation of Lancelot and his attitude towards you, I have already There is no such thought anymore.”

After all, apart from the same magic power, Caesar is very different from her in terms of appearance and speaking habits. Although he blurted out that he is himself in a different world, but when he calmed down, he found these strange things that cannot be ignored.

No matter what caused these differences... But Arturia knew that Caesar was someone from a parallel time and space.

"..." Caesar frowned, "I'm not you."

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Caesar suddenly felt a little discouraged, and he retorted in his heart, at least not completely King Arthur.

Although I don't know why even the King of Knights recognized him wrongly, it's better not to continue to explore at this time, because the two Lancelots in front of them are engaged in a fierce battle that is bound to drive each other away. fighting.

But the King of Knights in front of him didn't intend to let him go, but blinked in confusion.

Arturia asked back, "Then why did Lancelot from another time and space call you 'My King'? Aren't you the Arthur he recognized?"

Caesar "..."

"Now, he's fighting for you," she said, her voice very firm. "I don't know why you think it's not me..."

"But Lancelot will never admit the wrong person!"

Even if there is a betrayal, even if there is a estrangement between the two, the feelings between the monarch and his subjects cannot be erased or fooled.

Since Lancelot in her world can do this, the incomparably noble Knight King will never question that his peers can't do it!

"..."

Facing the determined words of the King of Knights, Caesar didn't know how to respond for a while, so he could only look at the figures of the two Lancelot.

What is surprising is that Berserker, who clearly hadn't shown his true strength before, didn't care about the consumption of magic power at this time, and just attacked Lancelot crazily. The black smoke of distorted thinking spread along the handed-over weapons to other On the one hand, both of them were completely shrouded in an evil black mist for a moment.

However, Ncer and Rider, probably because of the Master, did not resolutely step forward to attack, but instead gave the battlefield to Lancelot very politely.

Never...never back down!

Unknowingly suppressed by the greatly increased stats of the crazy-ranked himself, Lancelot's mouth was numb when he hit another weapon, but he attacked even harder, without any scruples about falling on the ground of blood.

"Stop." Caesar said.

The first time, neither of them heard his voice.

So Caesar took a deep breath, raised his voice and shouted, "Lancelot!"

This sound seemed to strike with force, falling into the cold night sky, causing the bodies of the two people in the battle to tremble, and then they stopped the movements of their hands in unison, and even Berserker cast his stiff gaze on that common king.

Lancelot staggered back a few steps, put the sword in his hand against the ground, and supported his precarious body.

"I'm sorry..." He stretched out his hand, blood flowed from between his fingers, "I couldn't complete your order."

Caesar frowned and looked at the injured knight, "I never told you to kill yourself, if you really

If that was the case, I would have already done it. "

Hearing this, Lancelot just smiled wryly.

It is precisely because you will not do anything that I choose to execute myself...

This kind of sad words, let him how to say it.

"Fool." Caesar said, patted Lancelot on the shoulder unceremoniously.

Lancelot was a little stunned, because he noticed that Caesar's attitude towards him was getting closer. This is a somewhat intimate and narrow name, because someone said something to him

so?

His gaze was subconsciously set on another king, but Arturia just averted her gaze and stood in front of her Master again.

Caesar touched his tiger's mouth, then raised his head and asked, "Does it hurt?"

I don't know why he changed his attitude, but Lancelot hesitated and hesitated, and finally lowered his head, his Adam's apple rolled, and said softly, "...it doesn't hurt."

For him who was once a knight of the round table, this injury is nothing, and he will not show his weakness in front of the king.

——Even if the pain is not there.

Lancelot suppressed the feeling of nostalgia, carefully withdrew his hand from Caesar's, and held it tightly on the sword again.

On the other side, the swaying berserker also took a few steps back, and the body shrouded in black smoke gradually disappeared into diffuse particles until it penetrated into the ground and returned to the ground—the Heroic Spirit withdrew unwillingly.

"What's going on." Artoria asked vigilantly.

The Master of the King of Knights, Irisviel, was stunned for a moment, and then realized, "It should... be his Master."

Presumably the other party still used the Command Seal in the end, otherwise it would be impossible for this heroic spirit who was not in the right state to leave abruptly in the middle of the battle, and they were still trapped in the chaotic melee, not knowing whether to continue the stalemate.

But since this is the case, the first battle tonight...

All kinds of thoughts flashed through the hearts of the people present, but for the time being they remained on hold.

But something happened suddenly!

"The battle of you bastards really bored me," the next moment, golden particles suddenly appeared on the street lamp, projecting a dazzling figure, his voice was arrogant and arrogant, " It is a lifetime honor for you to condescend to come here!"

The bodies of the slack Heroic Spirits tensed again.

Diarmuid, who is an Ncer, is more vigilant than everyone present. He was originally charged with the order of the lord to kill Saber, but was disturbed by many people, which has already made this task impossible to complete. If this new heroic spirit and If Saber has contact...

Facing the reappearance of a formidable enemy, the voice of the King of Conquerors sounded very exciting, even though his master was already trembling with fright, he didn't feel any sense of crisis at all, "Have you shown yourself? Who are you? If you're not a coward, report Come on the name!"

When everyone was attracted by the newly appeared heroic spirit standing on the street lamp, the corners of Caesar's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

He actually appeared again...

Are you a resident guest of the Holy Grail War variety show in the past!

"It's ridiculous, you don't even know the name of this king!" The golden figure opened its scarlet eyes and snorted impatiently, "You so-called king..."

Because of his unceremonious attitude, Artoria frowned in disgust, and held back with the training of a knight king.

But it is not inappropriate for Heroic Spirit to say such arrogant words. The premise is that the people present know his true identity. He is a terrifying existence who can make the master laugh and say "the Holy Grail War is won" when he is summoned. .

——The Oldest King, Gilgamesh.Gilgamesh's scarlet eyes turned towards the Heroic Spirits whom he regarded as bastards. He arrogantly folded his arms, maintaining an extremely indifferent expression, and slowly swept his gaze around those beings looking up at him. Until I saw a figure——

His expression changed immediately.

It is difficult to describe the expression in Gilgamesh's scarlet eyes at this moment, it is an ecstasy that is completely disdainful to hide, and everyone feels a burst of surprise.

The contrast is too great... So, who did he see?

"Best friend...!!!"

Caesar, who was called by him, immediately punctured his illusion.

"I didn't use that treasure this time, there is no synchronization rate, and there is no need to communicate with me."

In other words, he has no way to understand what Gilgamesh is thinking now, and he has no reason to accommodate this wayward King of Gold for Enkidu.

And how should I put it...

This title of "best friend" is really a clear stream among the old enemies he met when he opened the treasure, and it made Nishizawa feel speechless every time.

That's because although Enkidu and Gilgamesh are close friends, Enkidu was originally created by the gods to restrain Gilgamesh as a weapon.

That kind of fateful entanglement, even if time passes, cannot be annihilated.

So, I don't know if it's because of this reason, they are also considered old enemies in a sense.

"...Why don't you use it?" Gilgamesh frowned, dissatisfied, "Friend, wake up that part of consciousness, isn't it good!"

After all, his figure landed on the ground, striding towards Caesar without hesitation, the golden armor made a crisp sound.

"There was a battle here just now." Gilgamesh asked extremely oppressively, his scrutinizing eyes swept across the heroes present, "Is there some bastard trying to hurt you?!!"

Caesar pressed Lancelot's hand and raised his head, "This is none of your business."

"No, this king must know!" The golden king's scarlet eyes darkened, "Does it mean that there is still a need to hide between us?"

A sentence flashed in the minds of the other heroic spirits present at the same time...

Is this the legendary double-standard king? When he appeared just now, he still said he was bored with fighting! !

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