[Comprehensive] Demon Fox Hiding Horse

"Thank you for your trust, my lord."

Even though the Knight of the Spear had already buried his head deeply before that, the uncontrollable slight tremor leaked out of his tone of voice as he tried his best to maintain a steady tone at this moment, still clearly revealed his agitated mood, Letting one side pause the fight with Rider, and stand in place quietly watching the other Lancer who has done so with a complicated look on his face, and at the same time, let Kurama, who has been paid such respect, show a helpless smile on his face.

"Dirumdo..."

"May I offer my lord everything you wish for with my gun, my hand, and my body."

I don't know if it's because he doesn't want to embarrass the other self whose lucky value has dropped below the table because the contrast between the Masters is too sharp, Diarmuid rushed before Kurama said more lenient and considerate words , raised his head slightly, and swore in a deep voice.

Those amber eyes with intoxicating brilliance under the moonlight contained a startling brilliance, and the unprecedented relief, relaxation and joy in the eyes of the Hero of the Spear made Kurama raise his eyebrows. The corners are slightly hooked, and the eyelids are lowered...

"Then, I'll wait and see."

With his thin lips slightly parted, the young Master seemed to express his trust in his Servant in an understatement.

This scene was seen in the eyes of the other heroic spirits who suspended the battle, except for the King of Conquerors, who was quite satisfied with his little Master, and Berserker, who couldn't see his expression and thoughts, whether it was another Lancer or standing close to Zangma and Dilumu Surrounded by many people, because she didn't overlook every detail, Saber, who suffered the most shock naturally, showed a certain kind of envious look on her face at the same time.

Among them, the emotions of the former may be more complicated, because he and Diarmuid were originally the same person, if the accident hadn't happened...

Clenching the two guns tightly in his hand, Lancer suddenly turned his head away——

No!Can't continue thinking about it!Diarmuid!

He said to himself silently.

The monarch he recognized was Kenneth Elmeloy Archibald, the Master he chose by his own will!

Even if the other party does not recognize his will and does not allow his persistence, he will...

His complexion became paler, Lancer pursed his lips, and raised his eyes to look in the direction of his Master.

However, to his disappointment, there was still nothing there.

Even though Kurama had already appeared, and even though he used euphemistic words, it can be said that he simply rejected Kenneth's temporary joint proposal without shame, Lancer's Master has no plans to show up yet.

As the King of Conquerors had said before, he remained hidden in the dark, refusing to show himself.

As a Master, this is not as timid as the King of Conquerors said before. It can be said that it is also a kind of prudence, and even in the environment of the Holy Grail War, it is quite commendable. But at this moment, the spearman still has something in his heart. Things shattered silently.

"Lord……"

The murmured whispers revealed the inexplicable sadness in his heart, but except for Diarmuid who was still paying attention to his other self, no one else on the field noticed Lancer's strangeness for a moment.

"So I said..."

He raised his hand and scratched his cheek. Seeing that Lancer was no longer attacking, the confrontation between Berserker, Saber and Diarmuid seemed to have come to an end. The red-haired heroic spirit raised his hand and made a "thing is right Forget it?" Gesture: "We are here, so we are here?"

After finishing speaking, he seemed to feel that his words were a bit unfinished, and the King of Conquerors waved his hand again.

"Don't get me wrong, this doesn't mean I want to continue—although if I want to continue, I, Iskandar, will not hesitate to accompany you."

The emperor's domineering speech made Zangma chuckle.

In fact, among all the Servants, Iskandar the Conqueror is actually the one who has the most appetite for Tibetan horses.

The character of the other party is a bit like a mix of Yusuke and Kuwabara. Of course, compared with the two friends of the Kurama family, this emperor has more than one street's momentum and intelligence, but the somewhat similar aura still makes him Zangma couldn't help but have a little more affection for the emperor, and when facing him, he naturally became more open-minded.

"exactly."

Nodding his head to express his approval of King Conqueror's speech, Zangma turned around, and his eyes swept across the silent tall buildings surrounding Warehouse Street...

"Diarmuid, let's go."

Seemingly not at all worried about any unexpected changes in the situation after he left, Zang Mala picked up his Servant, waited for him to nod to Saber, and then exchanged a look with the King of Conquerors from a distance away, and finally looked a little hesitant to speak After taking another look at his other self, he hooked the corners of his lips indulgently.

"Then everyone, there will be a period later."

Just like when it appeared on the stage, the figure of the demon fox gradually disappeared from the air under the stunned gaze of everyone. Although it was different from the spiritualization that Diarmuid started at the same time, everyone opened their eyes wide and tried their best Solved the number, but still failed to find any clues...

"Lancer, retreat!"

The situation was stagnant for a while, and Kenneth's voice finally sounded again in the darkness, with a hint of gnashing of teeth.

After the spearman heard the sound, he took a deep look at Saber and the King of Conquerors, then bowed his head obediently, and then disappeared.

For a moment, only Saber, Rider, and Berserker, who seemed to be about to move, remained on Warehouse Street.

The King of Conquerors raised his eyebrows and looked at the unknown heroic spirit, who was covered in black air.

If Berserker felt something, he turned away his gaze that was fixed on Saber, and focused on the red-haired king sitting peacefully on the wheel of Shenwei.

The Conqueror graciously let him watch.

Unexpectedly, Berserker suddenly let out a shrill scream, and then suddenly turned into a spirit child, and his figure dissipated in the cool evening wind...

The red-haired man blinked in surprise.

This guy...is he here to be funny? ==

As rough as he was, he couldn't help being a little embarrassed by Berserker's unreliable exit.

Barely maintaining a serious expression, Rider's heroic spirit looked down at the blond girl not far away: "It seems that it's time to end the curtain."

Hearing this, the girl who exuded a biting and noble fighting spirit, the solemnity between her brows disappeared a lot.

"Thank you for your help, King of Conquerors."

She nodded solemnly.

The red-haired emperor smiled generously.

"It's nothing, I just don't want someone to spoil such a wonderful battle."

"Then, Saber, leave it alone."

The Kamui wheel whizzed into the sky with the thunder and lightning, and the heroic spirit of the girl who was left alone raised her eyes and watched it go away silently. The turbulent thoughts in her heart could not be silenced no matter what——

Master and Servant, Kurama and Diarmuid, Kenneth and Lancer, that cowardly and weak black-haired boy and King of Conquerors, and...Kiritsugu and himself.

trust and understanding...

It's really hard to get something.

"Irisviel...no, it's nothing."

"Let's go back too."

Sighing, the blond girl knight king turned around, her uniform retreating.

——This is... the Holy Grail War.

***

Diarmuid's mood was not right, and Kurama was naturally not unaware.

Although the opponent seemed to be full of blood in an instant due to the strong support of Zangma on the battlefield, and most of the uneasiness and worries that had been accumulated in his heart seemed to have been cleared away, but another experience of his own...

Thinking about it, it still caused him a lot of blows. Now he calmed down and had time to react in detail.

The spear soldier who has been sitting alone by the French window in the living room since he came back, the silence of his body and the strong rejection of the approach of others made this tall and handsome man look like An extremely insecure little animal, pitifully curled up in a corner alone, licking its unknown wounds.

Kurama stood aside and watched him silently for a while.

In the end, he decided to leave the space to Diarmuid alone.

"At this time, what is needed is solitude rather than company?"

Walking out of the hotel with Bai Tuanzi in his arms, Kurama looked back at the room where the lights were completely extinguished, thinking of the figure of the spearman sitting alone by the window in a daze, he silently shook his head.

Mokona raised his face and rubbed against him.

"Don't worry, Kurama."

The soft fur rubbed against the neck, and the slightly itchy touch made the demon fox involuntarily chuckle.

"Oh, don't worry about Mokona. How can I be such a simple and kind person?"

It's just that I have given more care and sincerity to those who treat me sincerely.

and……

"In the final analysis, I am not the type of monarch that Diarmuid expects to be loyal to."

Although the wish of the spearman is so humble that as long as there is a lord who is willing to make him loyal and bet on the name of honor to get something for the other party, so that he can realize the way of loyalty that was once within reach but ultimately missed, It was enough, but Zangma felt that in the bottom of Diarmuid's heart, he did not have any expectations for the monarch he wanted to be loyal to.

Unfortunately……

Kenneth shrugs off the Lancer's allegiance, while Tibetan Horse...

His tolerance for the Servant is not because the other party is Diarmuid, but the Conqueror, the Assassin, or even Saber. As long as their actions will not affect Zangma's next plan, he will not intervene in the Servant's actions What.

——Not trusting, just not caring.

"So, it may not be Diarmuid's luck to choose me as the Master."

The fox shrugged casually.

Having said that, compared to Kenneth, Kurama thinks that his Master can at least ensure that Diarmuid maintains the pride and dignity of being a heroic spirit and hero from the beginning to the end, and won't let him bow down for the Command Seals, and won't let him die. Let him "die" full of resentment.

I just don't know if these are enough for the knight of the gun?

Withdrawing his gaze, Kurama hugged Baituanzi tightly in his arms:

"Okay, I don't want to worry about that, where does Mokona want to go? I'll be with you tonight, okay?"

"Wow~~~"

When Bai Tuanzi heard what Cangma said, he immediately put aside all the previous topics and cheered happily. He was about to answer Cangma's question, but he didn't want to...

"Hello, bastard."

Accompanied by an arrogant voice, in a golden light in full bloom, a handsome heroic spirit in golden armor suddenly appeared in front of the two of them...

"What creature is that in your arms?"

The visitor narrowed his eyes with undisguised interest.

"There are still creatures in this world that this king doesn't know..."

Raising his eyebrows, the tall Heroic Spirit took two steps forward, and his whole body was like a huge shadow, shrouded in the direction of the demon fox...