Three-day moon in Wang Caili [Comprehensive]

Emiya Shiro felt that today was the most psychedelic day he had ever experienced in his life.

No, it wasn't just him who killed the inattentive King of Heroes and chopped off one of the man's arms.

The most unbelievable thing for him is...

It's all like this, and the hero king didn't come to him to settle the score.

And, after having a dream about ten years ago, the frightening conjecture that "the person who once saved him may be the King of Heroes" emerged, and he was still struggling to convince himself to digest it.

Finally, there is "Arthur Pendragon".

Emiya Shirou was forced to get involved in this Holy Grail War, his heroic spirit is also his savior, that respectable woman who is a Saber—

Her true identity is the legendary King Arthur of Britain, Arthur Pendragon.

"Haha, did it scare you? Sorry, that wasn't my intention."

The man who called himself Arthur Pendragon——Speaking of which, Shirou Emiya suddenly understood why he looked familiar to him.

He is very similar to Saber, both have blond hair and green eyes. Although the appearance of the armor and the sword in his hand are not exactly the same, there are similarities that can be traced.

The knight who is simply the male version of Ms. Saber is worthy of another world... No, he is the King Arthur of this world, and Saber is another "king knight" of another world.

Arthur briefly introduced himself, and came over very naturally, caressing the red-haired boy who was a little unsteady.

Such a gentleman, so gentle, it seems that the bad-hearted eyes that stunned poor Emiya Shirou just now were just an illusion.

"No... Saber, my contract with her has been terminated."

Emiya Shirou was stunned for a while, then said.

Now, the contract of the knight king should be with his companion Tohsaka Rin.

Those two were going to stop the Great Holy Grail from coming, however, after about a long time, there was no obvious movement in the distance, so I don't know if they succeeded.

"The Holy Grail. That ominous thing has naturally been resolved."

The male King Arthur supported Emiya Shirou with one hand, but turned his wrist with his right hand, and erected the looming radiant sword of vowed victory in front of him.

The knight's green eyes were solemn, and there was a faint murderous aura.

It's a pity that Emiya Shirou didn't wake up just now. If he woke up earlier, he would find that the direction that the male King Arthur came from happened to be the place where the Holy Grail was born.

"I came here in search of a rotten and filthy atmosphere. The timing is just right, the enemy is about to attack. Please rest assured, I will protect you, I from another world - I am coming soon."

"what?"

Emiya Shirou didn't understand what he meant.

However, there is no need for the knight to explain to him.

Almost when the words came to an end, the open space covered with battle traces seemed to be swallowed by thick night... no, it was eroded by rolling black mud.

Like huge black waves, they rushed towards the blank space not covered by the waves.A vision suddenly appeared in the sky, as if it was similar to a summoning formation. In the next moment, countless skeleton figures covered by tattered bamboo hats jumped out of the black waves.

- card!

"...Is it a human? No, it's a skeleton again?!"

Emiya Shirou opened his eyes wide, and couldn't help but think of the skeleton soldiers that Caster summoned a few days ago to chase him almost to nowhere.

But what appeared in front of him at this moment seemed to be different from the skeleton soldiers.

The face under the bamboo hat is entwined with a vague black air. The dress of these skeletons is more like the ancient Japanese samurai, and the weapon is also the obvious samurai sword.

Now, the skeletal warriors covered in black air appeared out of nowhere, as if they knew that there were troublesome heroic spirits here, the number was at least hundreds, and the number was even increasing.

They roared and rushed towards the place where Emiya Shirou was.

Emiya Shiro: "???"

Wait, another part of the past memory has been unlocked.

When he saw the skeleton samurai, his mind suddenly returned to ten years ago, and he was even more certain that on that day ten years ago, the gathering black shadows that attacked him and Father Kiritsugu who were crushed in the ruins were these——

"Crash!"

When he was in a daze, Mr. Arthur swept forward with a sword, and the skeleton running in the front was cut off by the wind blade, howling and turning into rising black air.

"Be careful! Their target is you."

"……Understood!"

Emiya Shirou gritted his teeth, not understanding how he got into trouble, but there is nothing wrong with resisting.

The two of them were surrounded by black shadows, and they could withstand it for the time being, but the number of black shadows was still increasing, and it was unknown how long they could last.

Emiya Shirou was already injured, and his magic power was also severely depleted, so he seemed a bit reluctant to fight against the skeleton warrior.

If Mr. Arthur hadn't been watching him all the time, he might have been hacked to pieces by the samurai sword.

Can't relax.

Mentally tense, exhausted countless times more than normal.

fortunately--

When I can't hold on anymore.

"Shirou!"

Saber's voice came from not far away.

Although King Arthur from another world looks like a girl, his momentum and strength are not weak at all.

When she arrived, she swept away the skeleton warriors just like Arthur did.The black-haired girl with twin ponytails lagged behind panting, seeing the whole black scene at a glance, she almost couldn't swallow her breath.

The meeting of two similar but dissimilar King Arthurs is in this anxious and tense situation.

Saber——Artoria was the first to be taken aback.

The traction that cannot be parted or ignored seems to be connected to the hearts of the two.When the female King Arthur meets the male King Arthur, he feels an intense familiarity.

They are the relationship of the same person from another world, and they have the same heart, which is equivalent to inheriting life.

Of course, it's not convenient to talk about the past here, and we should deal with urgent matters first.

So, Arthur-Artorius smiled: "It's the first time we meet, I in another world. Can you please help us first?"

*****

"Snapped."

The light was switched on, instantly illuminating the entire spacious and brightly decorated hall.

Sanri Yuezong looked at the temporary residence where the king was hiding among mortals, and was a little surprised.

"Hey, what's your expression like?"

Wang began to be dissatisfied again.

"Ah, sorry, I'm just surprised that you didn't remove a palace from the treasure house."

Before coming here, Sankai Yuezong really thought that he would see such an exaggerated scene.

Unexpectedly, Wang was not as particular as he thought, and could condescend to live in a residential area surrounded by mortals.

"This king is just on a whim, looking at the future of mankind in a different way, not to rule them." Gilgamesh is quite disgusted with Dao Ling's imagination, and he knows it very easily. This guy doesn't understand at all he.

The king gained a physical body and could stay in the human world more conveniently.

For ten years, Gilgamesh has been watching with cold eyes.Only when another Holy Grail War started, he got involved again on a whim, wanting to add a little more fun to the boring farce...

"On a whim like that, you almost capsized."

In fact, the ship has capsized.

Wang: "Shut up."

Mikazuki Zongjin (without shutting up): "Ahaha, don't pay attention to what I just said. So, your injury..."

He seemed very concerned about Wang's missing arm.

However, Wang gave a warning look.

"It's just a body made of black mud. This king doesn't care about it at all. Does this king want to connect it to something that rolled around on the ground?!"

"Huh?" San Ri Yue Zong was almost stunned, and sighed: "It hasn't changed, the king is still so particular."

He only said one more sentence, and stopped in a measured manner, so that Gilgamesh couldn't get angry-anyway, after so many years, the king should have gotten used to it by now.

It doesn't matter if you don't connect the arm.

However, Wang's current appearance is too embarrassing, and it's not just a matter of broken arms.

"Um……"

Sanri Yuezong began to ponder.

In the current situation, it seems that I can't pretend that I didn't see it, and just stand aside and do nothing.

Although he is a knife that doesn't know how to take care of himself, let alone take care of others, he still can't ignore his master when he is in trouble.

"Sit down for a while." After pondering for a while, Sanri Yuezong drew up a rough action flow.

First went to fetch water, found a clean veil and a change of clothes, and wiped off the stains on the king's face.Then ask Wang for some medicines that can be used, at least to stop the bleeding, and tie up the wound.Finally, let him change his clothes again.

Hmm, maybe something is wrong.

However, he tried his best.

"I'm going to fetch a pot—"

Three-day Yue Zongjin opened his mouth, and was about to follow these steps one by one.Wang did sit on the sofa by himself, but unexpectedly, he didn't mean to let him act by himself.

"Need not."

Wang said.

"Come here, give me—" He paused, but it didn't affect the majestic aura of crossing his legs, "Tear off these annoying cloths."

To translate, let him come over and help Wang take off his blood-stained coat and shirt.

In fact, even if one hand is missing, just to take off his clothes, Wang himself can do it, but it is a little more troublesome.

Among the steps listed by Sanri Yuezong, the one of helping undress is not included.

"Am I coming?"

He stood still, looking over innocently.

Wang frowned slightly, feeling an inexplicable annoyance in his heart, as if the other party's original intention of saying this was reluctance.

"No, I don't mean that." Sanri Yue Zongjin quickly added.

The upward arc of his mouth remained unchanged.

"This kind of contact is too intimate. I don't care. I'm just worried that you will feel uncomfortable."

"Well, intimate."

Wang's voice seemed to have a little deep meaning.

wrong.

He didn't want to hide the "deep meaning" at all.

"Forgot? It's not like we haven't had closer contact."

"Don't be verbose."

As soon as the voice changed, Wang put down the raised leg, and the upward arc of the corner of his mouth remained unchanged.

As strong as in the past, there is no room for rejection.

"Come to my king."