Arjuna!I am your Gudajun!

Ying Wutong felt that he was about to run out of strength.

She herself didn't know what she used to track down the missing Diarmuid, but if she didn't run as hard as she could instinctively, her heart would be filled with endless worries and fears.

——That's the crazy gun brother, let him out like this, something will definitely happen!

Panting by the fountain in the park, Ying Wutong realized that the blood stains on her body had not been treated, causing the tourists around her to shy away from her.

After washing his hands and face with the water from the fountain, after the blood stains were removed, Takami saw the red command spell on the back of his hand covered under the blood stains.

So, am I his master?Thinking of those blood-red eyes, Ying Wutong shuddered.Why is it such a gun brother? Although this kind of gun brother is very distressing, it is also very scary.

Taking a breather, Ying Wutong calmed down, and clearly felt that there was some kind of string pulling her physical strength.

It's been the same since just now, but it suddenly becomes extremely heavy when running. Is he fighting?

Ying Wutong glanced at the Command Seal, shook the water droplets on his face, and then ran.What she can feel, if it is that person, what she can feel, is the monstrous anger, the monstrous hatred that can only be vented by fighting.

Totally uncontrollable.

"O Diarmuid, in the name of the command spell, stop the berserk and wake up."

Ying Wutong chanted to the back of her hand, and she was slightly relieved when she saw that the command spell disappeared.

It's close, it's near, and it's time to find him.

"when!"

Spears and daggers, I don't know how these two completely incompatible weapons were used to fight.An inch is long and an inch is strong. In terms of weapons, Diarmuid is far better than Assassin's Fengma.

But they had no intention of deciding the winner.Diarmuid is venting his anger, while Fuma is showing his ability to the Master.The weapons staggered and burst out bright sparks, and the figures of the two people could hardly be seen with the naked eye, like two flashes of light, one gray and one red, constantly colliding and separating.

Just when everyone, including the Emir who was watching the battle, thought that the battle would continue in such a stalemate, a sudden change occurred—the smooth figure of Berserker Diarmuid suddenly paused, causing Feng Mo to seize the opportunity to send Kunai into the The opponent's body.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

The black air on Berserker's body quickly faded, and the blood flowing from his chest turned an ordinary red.It seems that because of being controlled by the Command Spell, his expression is extremely impatient, and it can even be said to be resentful.

"Disturb my fight...my fight..."

"Diarmuid!"

Ying Wutong saw a familiar figure from a distance, and rushed over out of breath: "You... are you okay? I'm so worried!"

Although Diarmuid has released his madness, his attitude is still not inferior.Pointing to the newly added wound on his chest, he said with a cold face:

"Do you think this is okay, Master?"

"If you hadn't misused Command Seals at a critical moment, this wound would not have remained at all."

"Can you do this too, are you worried about me?"

Ying Wutong was stunned there, she was so frightened by the sudden scolding that she couldn't speak, tears were welling in her eyes, and they were about to fall.

"Yes... I'm sorry..." She lowered her head and looked at her toes, "Please forgive me..."

Diarmuid snorted, pretending not to see the Master's tears: "Don't hinder me, go far away."

"No!" Ying Wutong raised her face, tears streaming down her cheeks, pulling out a transparent line, "You are my servant, right? I don't need you to bring me victory, don't fight any more!"

Diarmuid said blankly, "This has nothing to do with you."

Takami Hitomi wanted to say something else, but was robbed by Emil, the master of the Fuma:

"Oh berserker, it's not the spirit of chivalry to make such a cute little girl cry." The red-haired woman came out from behind the tree, "Fengma, let's go."

Fuma Kotaro quickly left the battle when he heard the words.Seeing that the battle could not continue, Dilum had no choice but to withdraw his gun.

"I will no longer be a knight." He closed his eyes and whispered.Ying Wutong wiped away the tears on his face fiercely, walked up to Diarmuid, and said with red eyes:

"Diarmuid, why did you become a berserker? Aren't you a hero in Celtic mythology, aren't you the chief knight of the Irish Fiona Knights? Why did you become like this?"

The man with closed eyes was soaked in blood, and gently covered the bleeding wound on his chest:

"...You know a lot about me." He smiled wryly, "I shouldn't have blamed you just now, master."

The girl's expression became sad: "I'm sorry..."

"It's me who should say I'm sorry," Diarmuid sighed deeply, "Leaving away privately and speaking harshly to the master, it really shouldn't be the servant's doing, but I really don't have any thoughts other than fighting gone."

"I... have no more wishes."

"I no longer want to serve a Mingjun."

"Me too, I'm no longer a knight."

After hearing these sighs, Ying Wutong's eyes turned red again.She mustered up her courage, repeated several times in her heart, and then said in a trembling voice:

"Is it because, Diarmuid, you were betrayed when you were summoned last time? But I am different. I have no desire for the Holy Grail, and I will not hurt you."

"So please, don't suffer any more."

Diarmuid shook his body and showed an unexpected expression, but it was replaced by pain in an instant:

"I'm sorry master, but I have...betrayed you."

The night was gradually getting dark, and after having a pleasant dinner outside with his favorite servant, little Tang Xuan lay in A Zhou's arms, his eyes a little hard to open.

"Master, don't fall asleep." The heroic spirit in white reminded softly.

"But I'm so sleepy... A child's body is easily fatigued."

Writhing uneasily, Tang Xuan leaned his face into Ah Zhou's arms, secretly took off the contact lenses, and put them in a small box: "Wake me up when you get to the hotel, I don't want to fight tonight Involved."

Arjuna pondered for a moment, then hummed lightly.

——It seems that there is no need to tell the master about feeling the breath of a weak servant, let the other servants handle it.

Adhering to the attitude of being loyal to the weapon, Arjuna strictly carried out the master's request.In this regard, it has to be said that he has something in common with his old enemy Karna in form.

But the results are not the same.

Feeling the breathing of the master in his embrace became even, even Arjuna himself didn't realize that the lines of his face would become so soft, which he never had before when he faced his biological brother before his death.

It is not a mask to pretend to be a positive image, but a soul-to-soul dependence from the heart.

He suppressed the slightest bit of uneasiness, and stroked Xiao Tang Xuan's broken hair one after another—if this little guy was his younger brother.

I will definitely send everything I can get to him.What other people cherish and care about is not worth mentioning, even if it is your own life - you can give it to him.

Because of this, being so unscrupulous - it's very refreshing.

And the little Tang Xuan who was sleeping didn't know what happy things he dreamed of, and he grinned very happily.

Ying Wutong curled up at the corner of the corridor, staring blankly at the ground, alone.

I couldn't understand the word "betrayal" face to face, but now I've figured it out... Diarmuid deliberately caused wars everywhere, causing himself to be the target of public criticism, so that he could greatly satisfy his desire to fight.He is not afraid of death, and it can even be said that he is eager to die heartily in the battle - but if the servant dies, what will the master rely on to save his life?

Abandoned, abandoned in the first place.Although he apologized on the spot, Diarmuid still did not choose to escape with her, but greeted his own end alone.

However, the Command Seal is still there, and she still has the qualifications of a master, so other masters will not stop chasing her in order to kill the grass.The church can certainly seek refuge, but it is too far away from the church in Fuyuki City...

Feeling that the end of the magical connection was gradually exhausted, the girl buried her face in her knees, crying in a suppressed whine.Too scared to cry, too scared to go home, too scared to seek shelter, she could only pray in her heart that someone would hear her voice and save her from this nightmare.

Is the Holy Grail War really real... Is the peaceful life I have lived in Fuyuki City since I was a child, is it all an illusion... Why is my servant a berserker, and why is it only the first day? Death... She doesn't want to die... doesn't want to die... not at all...

Something seemed to be sucked out of his body, and after a moment of relaxation, there was endless emptiness and fear. Takami knew that this was the signal that his berserker was dead.

"I... don't want to die." She cried.

【Want to live? 】

"Who?"

[If you want to live, sign a contract with me, and I will protect you. 】

"Who, who are you?" The girl looked around in embarrassment, but there was no one in the darkness.

[My name is Karna. 】

The faint golden color, like the dawn of redemption, condensed into a translucent human figure in front of the girl, it was Karna from Lancer's group.This familiar name made Ying Wutong's eyes light up, and she blurted out:

"Hero of Giving, Karna?!"

【Looks like you know my name. 】The golden phantom transmits information directly with the mind, 【My time is running out, please make a quick decision. 】

The girl was stunned: "Why me? Obviously other masters can also sign multiple servants..."

[Because you prayed for help, and I just heard it. 】

The man, as dazzling and warm as the sun, slowly raised his right hand and stretched out his fingers towards the girl who was still in a daze. The girl quickly reacted, showing an expression of disbelief, and stretched out her left hand.The two hands clasped their fingers between illusion and reality, and the invisible contract was recognized by the Holy Grail. Karna's figure gradually solidified and landed firmly on the ground.

"Servantlancer, Karna." His eyes were business-like and serious, but he still couldn't conceal the awe-inspiring righteousness.

Takami Hitomi wiped away the tears on his face, and forced a brisk smile:

"Hello, my name is Ying Wutong, and I will trouble you in the future."

[The Berserker group exits, and the Lancer group rejoins. 】