Overnight, Webb awoke from a dreamless slumber.

When you open your eyes, you will see the same darkness as you did in your sleep. This miscellaneous forest, where it slept by itself during the day, was now completely plunged into starlight and hazy darkness.

Night fell again. For those in command of the Servant, this is an inevitable time to fight.

The night breeze as cold as murderous intent did not make him feel the slightest uneasiness, and the aura that made this uneasiness and fear disappear was all around him.

The materialized Rider is fully battle-ready and is flipping through Homer's poems.

To Weber, the hard cover, which was heavy and depressing, seemed small and thin to the king of government.

This giant man is concentrating on the small world of words. The action of flipping through the scroll is full of interest, and even the feeling of fingertips is particularly cherished.

It seemed that he really liked the book, and Webb couldn't help but smile wryly. If Rider were to be asked "Why was he born?" now, his answer might not be an ambition to conquer the world, but "You can't read Homer without a finger." This man is such a person. A hero who longs for a distant place, wants to use good food and wine, and regards the ambition to conquer the world as an ordinary desire to eat and sleep. This peculiar personality attracted many men who followed him all their lives.

In the history of mankind, there has been such a man.

"Huh, boy, are you awake?"

Rider's interest in Achilles' adventures, which he had read countless times, remained undiminished, smiling like a naughty child and looking at Webb. No matter who it is, he'll show that smile. Whether it's for the heroes who have lived and died together, or for the good-for-nothing contractors like Weber.

"Didn't I say you'd wake me up at night, what the hell are you doing?"

"Ah, I'm sorry. I was fascinated by it unconsciously. However, it was still early at night. I don't think I need to be so anxious tonight, just settle down. 」

"Why?"

The second questioning made the giant man open his mouth and fall into thought.

"Well, anyway, it's not very substantiated, but I have a hunch that I can go to the bottom tonight. 」

He said casually.

Webb nodded slightly, not asking why. Although he couldn't say it, the air that swept through his skin made him feel that the Holy Grail War had entered a climax.

I insist on saying it because the air at night is too calm.

As far as Webb knew, the only competitors that were excluded were the Assassin, which Rider had crushed with his own hands, and Caster, who had been defeated at the Wai Yuan River. Of course, where he couldn't see, the battle continued and went on.

The abnormal aura that he had felt in the town for days and nights was changing, from a chaotic commotion to a heavy sense of urgency.

This is one of the reasons why he was more impressed by the anxiety of Saber, who fought with him last night, than his own anxiety. There also seems to be some kind of emergency in the camp of Einzbelen.

So Webb didn't dispute Rider's instincts. Precisely because he is the king of conquest who gallops through the battlefields and gives strategic instructions, his sixth sense is much more reliable than that of Weber, who is still inexperienced.

The news that Rod Elumeroi would make him still alive and not was now a certain sentimental to him.

Going to the battlefield with the Heroic Spirit is an unimaginably arduous practice, and Webb has already experienced it firsthand. Even if he is a genius with a reputation in magic, the Holy Grail War cannot be speculated by the common sense of magicians. When I thought that he was going through the same arduous training as myself, I felt happy and at the same time, I couldn't help but feel a trace of sympathy in my heart. Of the six masters, Kenes is the only one who has a relationship with Webb, whether that relationship is good or bad.

For an opponent who was going to fight to the death as soon as they met, Weber was able to have such feelings, and Weber once again felt the change in his mood.

Yes, whatever the hunch, for him, the Holy Grail War is no different from the end.

At the time of his sigh, the light and obvious impact dispelled his sleepiness.

"What is this?"

"It's a strange fluctuation of magic. Seems to have come across something similar before. 」

Hearing Rider say this, Webb remembered. The Templar Church summons the Master's wolf's smoke. It's exactly the same feeling as it was back then.

In order to see the sky, he stepped out of the woods, and a magical flash appeared in the northeast direction, accompanied by more vivid colors than the last time.

"This form is"

"What is this? some kind of symbol?"

Hearing Rider's question, Microwave nodded despite being confused.

"Different colors of light, four and seven are 'Emoeror' (achievement' and 'Chariot' (victory). Does this mean that the Holy Grail War has been decided?"

Webb's explanation made Rider frown.

"What is this? When I don't exist, who is the winner? 」

It's really weird. In the Holy Grail War, victory is achieved only by eliminating all hostile Masters and Servants. Now that Rider and Webb are here, how could it be possible to make a declaration of victory.

"Also, that location isn't where the Fuyuki Church is located. It's weird. Maybe not the wolf smoke from those guys in the church. 」

"Ah, that's acceptable. 」

Hearing Webb's question, Rider snorted contemptuously and nodded.

"What, what's wrong?"

"It must be some impatient creature who made a declaration of victory without permission, provocatively saying, 'If you have an opinion, come here.'" In other words, you should lead your opponent to the decisive place of your designation. 」

Rider laughed wickedly, staring at the glowing wolf smoke in the sky, as if to say that it was exactly what I wanted.

"Good, good, good. In this way, even the effort of searching is saved. Provoked with such provocation, I don't think a single Servant will sit still. The guys who are still alive must gather in the place where the wolf smoke comes from, and as I thought, tonight is the time for a decisive battle. 」

The burly body of the king of conquest was trembling with joy and fighting spirit.

Webb looked at the fierce Heroic Spirit with the same cold eyes that he was watching from a distance.

"Yes. It's finally time for the final stage. 」

"That's right. Now that the battlefield has been decided, I can't disgrace the rank of "Rider". 」

Rider drew his Celtic sword and held it high into the sky.

"Show up, my BMW!"

With the sound of the call, a light burst out of the torn void that pierced the space. Shining with the light of the Heroic Spirit, it was a steed familiar to Weber.

The horned Heroic Marbus Sepharus. The legendary BMW that once carried the king of conquest and ravaged the eastern world. Now planescrossing to the Allies, it sped across the asphalt, hissing eager to fight.

Although the various aspects of Iskandar's trump card, the King's Army, need to be brought together to prevent interference from the world, just like Mithrines, who served as a herald in the Mitsukawa, it is only allowed to manifest itself in an ordinary space. Now that the "Kamui Wheel" has been lost, the most suitable place for the Rider to make use of his riding skills is on the back of "it".

"Come on, boy, it's not as secure as it is on the bridge, but let's just come on. 」

Rider, who was on his horse, shifted his body backwards to free up Webb's place. Webb, however, shook his head with a wry smile.

The back of a horse that is unparalleled in the world, only heroes are qualified to ride, and it is by no means a place where ordinary juniors can stay.

For example, an incompetent magician who can't even do the basics of hypnotic magic

Another example is the clown who is not able to do his best, and will only get in the way of the king's overlord

The glorious path to which the conquering king Iskandar is about to go is not to be tarnished at will.

Webb realized that last night, it was himself as the Master who had dashed the determination of the Rider who challenged Saber at the last moment, and that at that time, if Rider challenged the "Sword of Victory of the Oath" with a desperate determination, he might outperform Saber's Noble Phantasm by a narrow margin and trample the Knight King under the hooves of the sacred cow. The reason why he had to give up at the decisive moment was that he, the master, who was also standing on the driver's platform. At the last moment, Rider had to jump out of the chariot to protect the clown next to him. Of course, he couldn't let the contractor who made him appear in the present world be sacrificed. At that time, it was the difference between Rider and Saber that would determine the difference between the Master and Saber.

Webb Velvet once thought he was good enough to be a victor and was complacent about it.

But now it's different. After two weeks, after seeing the real hero with his own eyes, he understands his own incompetence and insignificance.

The lost dog also has its own heart. At least, what I can do is to look at the noble back that I can't reach

"My Servant, I'm Webb Wildwitt with a commanding spell. 」

The boy raised his clenched right hand, revealing the still unused spell. This is the shackle that binds the hero in front of him, the biggest obstacle in his path to overlordship.

"Rider, you're going to have to win. 」

This is not a compulsion, but a natural judgment. So, Weber gave the order. He watched in a relaxed mood as the first spell of the spell worked and vanished.

"Command Rider with the Command Spell again, you must take the Holy Grail. 」

The second spell was gone, and he felt a little saddened by the flash. It's too late to stop, this senseless confusion swept through his heart, it was a fool's hesitation that was not worth mentioning.

"Finally, I gave the order with a commanding spell. 」

Webber held up his hand firmly with the last spell on it and looked at the king on horseback. At least, at this moment, I can look at him without fear. This is the last and only honor of being a Master.

"Rider, you've got to take over the whole world. Failure is not allowed. 」

The three stigmatas that were quickly liberated radiated their hidden magic. It rolled up and disappeared. As a magician, Webb may never have the opportunity to exercise such a huge magic power in this life. However, even so, he still felt from the bottom of his heart that this was the most painful act of his life. There are no regrets. As a reward for losing everything, this is enough.

Webber looked down at his hands, the evidence of the contract engraved on his hands had disappeared without a trace.

"That way, I'm no longer your Master. 」

Webb said with his head down, looking at his feet. He didn't want to know what Rider was looking at him now. Maybe it was surprise at Webber's cowardice in giving up the war, maybe it was a reassuring smile at his liberation from the incompetent Master, either way, Webb didn't want to see. If he could, he even wanted Rider to forget about their encounter.

"Go ahead. You can go wherever you go, you're ......."

Hmm, a calm answer sounded.

Next, it was time to hear the hoofs of horses galloping across the land, Webb thought this, but he was lifted by his collar, and the next moment he sat down on the back of Busefarus.

"Of course I'll be there at once, but since you've given the annoying order, you've made up your mind, right? 」

"You, you, you idiot! I said, "Hey!"

His own will was so easily changed that Webb cried out in embarrassment. Buselupas hissed roughly, as if to mock his panic. The thought of a mere horse, mocking people in the same way as a rider, and Weber, driven by an anger that he could not understand, cried out.

"I don't have a spell anymore!I'm not a master!Why do you want to take me with you??"

"It doesn't matter if you're a Master or not, you're my friend, that won't change. 」

Webb knew that the words, which were accompanied by the same smile as usual, were meant for himself, and at this moment, the toughest part of his heart disintegrated, and despite his desperate protection, it only took a moment to destroy.

Tears poured out of his eyes like a spring, and when they ran down his nose, they mixed with his snot, making it difficult for him to breathe, and it was even more difficult for him to make a sound, but even so, he choked up.

"Can someone like me, really, really be by your side?"

"You've been to the battlefield with me so many times, and why are you still saying that? You idiot. 」

The King of Conquest teased the young man's tears as if he were at a banquet, and patted his thin shoulder.

"Aren't you a man who faces my enemies with me? Stand shoulder to shoulder with me with your chest straight. 」

「」

Webb forgot to laugh at himself. Forget the humiliation of today, the cowardice of tomorrow, and the fear of the moment of death.

The unshakable belief of "victory in battle" took root in his heart.

There will be no failure, no humiliation, he is now with the king, as long as he believes and gallops on the road to the overlord, no matter how unreliable his feet, will set foot at the end of the world he so firmly believes.

"Well, then, it's time to answer the first spell, and keep your eyes open, boy. 」

"Ah, I'm going to look at it with those eyes!"

The legendary steed neighed in triumph and began to gallop, leading the king and the magician, whose hearts were together, to the sworn enemy of the decisive battle.

The place shown by the wolf smoke is the other side of the river in Weiyuanchuan, where the fourth spiritual vein of Dongmu is located.

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