Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

"Lancelot?"

Irisviel turned her head and looked at Saber. As long as she knew a little about King Arthur, it was impossible not to know the meaning of this name.

For Saber, who is determined to restore the country, this name is the trigger for his kingdom to collapse, but it is different from what she thought, Saber's eyes widened, showing a strange expression that has never been shown since coming .

The face that always had a warm smile like sunshine was full of confusion and anxiety.

Both because of that name and because of that Lancelot face.

Beads of sweat oozed from his forehead and slid down his pale face. Even when facing Enkidu and Gilgamesh's battle of the century yesterday, he never showed such an expression.

I couldn't see the calmness and calmness of swearing at Fang Qiu on the battlefield, only confusion and surprise remained.

"Is this kind of thing possible?"

Saber made a hoarse voice, as if denying the cold reality, "Mr. Lancelot and I, is there someone from another world?"

"My king..." Seeing that Saber understood this fact so quickly, Lancelot lowered his head deeply, "My king who came from another world, my humble Lancelot, I am deeply ashamed, even In another completely different world, even in front of you as a man, I still made words and deeds that shouldn't be..."

"Don't worry about it...Mr. Lancelot, I didn't blame anyone," Saber raised the blade again, "The only fault is myself."

"Mr. Lancelot, although I am not your king, I still have to give you a suggestion. Since you are fighting with your dreams in mind, you don't have to worry about the past. So, shine your sword!"

Facing such a decisive King Arthur, Lancelot was obviously stunned for a moment, then he gave a wry smile, and his eyes regained the calmness of a lake.

I didn't expect such a scene. It was different from what I thought. Compared with Arturia, the Saber in front of me, even after going through so much, is still like the real king of perfection, always able to judge everything calmly. Face difficult situations with extreme correctness.

Although his face is completely different, the King of Knights is indeed the King of Knights.

Is it possible for the king I serve to appear in this state? That being the case, it is necessary to ask clearly.

What kind of dream will he have in pursuit of the Holy Grail? Whether he is unwilling to accept his end, he must get an answer. Only in this way can he alleviate his sins.

"Boring, I want to see rivers of blood."

Roland yawned, "Call me after the two of you leave the stage. Before that, I will go to see my dear daughter."

With Lancelot's obstruction, Roland came to Irisviel's side smoothly and held her hand.

Without even a symbolic struggle, Irisviel closed her eyes as if accepting her fate, and sank into the darkness together with Roland.

"Irisviel!"

Even if he knew that Roland had no intention of killing his master, Saber couldn't sit idly by. However, it was like a repeat of history. Facing Roland who took Irisviel away, Lancelot sighed With a sound, he acted as a protector and stood in front of Saber.

"Don't worry, saber, if you really want to save your master, then use all your strengths and kill the berserker. However, I advise you not to be careless. The strongest class, but after this guy draws his sword, he is definitely not an easy character to deal with."

"call--"

As if trying his hand, Lancelot slowly pulled out the magic sword that was as radiant as a lake shining under the moon, with elven characters engraved on both sides of the sword.

In the hands of Kariya Matou, Lancelot would endanger the master's life even if he pulled out the magic sword, but in the hands of Roland, Lancelot could not feel any burden, the supply of magic power from the master was like deep Like a bottomless ocean.

"Undestroyed lake light."

Saber also showed a look of nostalgia, began to give up unnecessary distracting thoughts, and devoted himself to the battlefield in front of him. Although things were different, the holy sword in his hand began to buzz with excitement as if he had been inspired. song.

Lancelot sighed, and gave a knightly salute to Saber.

Now that he has turned his sword against the King of Knights, the next thing he has to do is to show his respect with all his strength!

"My king, be careful."

In the stunned expression of the old sword, Lancelot, who had lost his madness but pulled out the treasure, rushed towards him at a speed far faster than before. In the blink of an eye, the distance between the two was only one step away, as if The blade-like gust of wind slashed Saber's armor.

And the second half of the other party's sentence was passed slowly.

"Although I may be suspected of boasting, in the Knights of the Round Table, I am very strong in one-on-one battles."

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"You even brought the caster, are you so relieved of Berserker? Saber is very strong."

Entering the gate of Einzbern City, Irisviel, who was being held by hand, glanced at Caster who was quietly following behind, and said as if nothing had happened.

"From the data on paper, Saber is the best in this Holy Grail War. Unless Lancelot also gets the same correction, the chances of winning are not very high. What's more, after Berserker gained sanity, the two It's easy for two guys to treat each other as meal replacements."

Roland showed a meaningful smile, "Therefore, the guilty Berserker fights against the Knight King who is still dreaming, and he will probably lose 80% of the time."

"Then you still? If this goes on, the berserker you finally got may be retired?"

"Isn't that better?"

Seeing that, Roland smiled at Irisviel, like the fangs of a beast when it sees its prey.

"Is it possible that from the very beginning, I was expecting this scene? Compared with the bewildered Knight King, the holy sword user who protects the world is much easier to operate."

Irisviel's face turned pale. Even though she had been staying in the castle without asking about worldly affairs, she could understand what Roland meant.

She really couldn't understand Roland's motives and purpose, and she didn't even know if Roland had another purpose when he came to see Illya.

But Roland didn't look at her anymore, he just came to the corridor, and before he could make a move, the door slowly opened with a teeth-piercing sound.

A small white head poked out from it, looked at Irisviel in confusion, and greeted in a soft voice as if she had just woken up.

"Mom, are you back?"

Being held by Roland, Irisviel, who was still tangled just now, when she heard the voice, the expression on her face instantly changed into a gentle smile as usual, and she took the initiative to take Roland's hand.

Although there is no contact with the outside world at all, every mother is a born actor.

"Illya, take a look, who did mom bring home?"

The young girl, who looked like a snow elf, raised her head and was stunned for a moment, her face flushed with two blushes.

Illya burst out with a power of action that was completely out of line with her age. She jumped up and threw herself into Roland's arms, making a sound like a dream.

"My lord father—!"