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No, isn't there such a saying, it's better to talk about it.

Isn't it your real name if you give it a try?!

Webb was dizzy with anger. With two powerless fists, he struck the upright rider's chest armor and cried.

Seeing this sad scene, Alice Fell neither despised nor sympathized, but felt that she could no longer be silent.

The tense air strangely relaxed.

I see.

But because of this low complaint, which was close to the ground, it solidified again.

It is the master of the lancer who has not appeared so far. After urging his or her servants to use the Noble Phantasm, he or she was silent again, and at this moment he or she interjected to ask Webb what he or she had come to this place for. This is also completely different from the tone just now. The voice of hatred was revealed.

What did you go berserk about stealing my relics? Webb Velvett.

Webb heard his name being called viciously. I know that the object of hatred is myself. Not only that, but Webb might have been able to guess the owner of the voice.

That one......

How could Webb not have guessed the owner of the voice? If he was as high as the Clock Tower Instructor, even if Iskandar's coat was stolen, the relics of other Heroic Spirits could still be prepared. In this way, in this land of winter wood, even if that man stood here as Webber's enemy this time, there was nothing incredible......

It's a shame that I wanted to make this lovely student happy. Webb, mortals like you deserve to have a stable life that belongs only to mortals.

Webb was so dizzy by the hallucinations that he was completely unable to tell where the sound was coming from. He himself didn't know how many times he had tasted the feeling of his stomach tumbling down on his head Kenes Elumeroy Aqipolud, his mean, slender face, his blue eyes mixed with insult and pity, and the feeling of looking down at him from the top of Webber's head.

Webb wanted to pay back to the lecturer with a nice sarcasm. Webb preempted the lecturer and skillfully made Iskandar the Heroic Spirit a servant who obeyed him. Isn't this the best revenge for the humiliation suffered for so long in the clock tower?

Right. It's no longer a lecturer-student relationship. Now he's my real enemy. I can hate him as hard as I can, and I can take his life. At this point, of course he is my opponent.

During the years he lived in the Clock Tower, Webb hated the arrogant lecturer both in his sleep and in his wake. There were even a few times when I even tried to kill him. However, it was the first time that he was so hated by the lecturer. Webb, a teenager, experienced for the first time the murderous gaze of a real magician.

The owner of the voice had a keen eye and saw the frozen fear on Webb's face. He continued in a creepy, icy banter as if he were toying Weber.

I can't help it, Weber-kun. I'll give you extracurricular tutoring. The true meaning of the cannibalism between magicians, the horror and pain of killing, I will hand over to you without reservation. You think it's glorious.

In fact, Webb was already trembling with fear. He didn't even bother to pay attention to the humiliation that this sentence brought him.

To become a true magician, one must make up one's mind to die, a principle that can only be understood in words, but now Weber has experienced it firsthand. The man's gaze from nowhere was even more deadly. When the magician had a murderous aura in his heart, it was when he decided to pronounce death that Webber had not known about it until now.

At this moment, something gently but forcefully wrapped its arms around the young man's shoulder, who was trembling alone with fear.

Webb was frightened by the thick but gentle feeling. The rough and discrete five fingers of the handy man servant can only be an object of fear for the diminutive master.

Hey magician, it seems to me that you are trying to replace my master and become my master.

Rider asks the Lancer's master, who is hiding nowhere, and in fact he has a malicious smile of pity on his face, which makes his face smile crooked.

If that's the case, it's ridiculous. The man who became my master should be a warrior who gallops on the battlefield with me, not a coward who doesn't even dare to show his face.

Silence fell, and only the anger of the unseen master spread through the night air. Rider burst out laughing, this time facing the empty night sky, laughing as loudly as he could.

Come out! There are others. Hide in the dark and peek at our accomplices!

Both Saber and Lancer looked surprised.

What's wrong with you?

Facing Saber, who asked him, the King of Conquest smiled and gave a thumbs up.

Saber and Lancer, it's amazing that you're fighting face-to-face. The sword halberd made such a crisp collision sound, and I am afraid that there is more than one heroic spirit that has been drawn out.

Alice Phil shuddered in her heart, as if she had been seen through by Kiritsu, who didn't know where to hide. But Rider had nothing more than other servants in mind. Rider wanted to send the deafening sound to every corner around him and shouted loudly again.

Poor, pitiful! Don't the heroes and heroes gathered in Fuyuki have no thoughts when they see the spirit of Saber and Lancer displayed here? It is really cowardly to have a real name worthy of boasting, but secretly keep peeking here. The Immortals will panic when they hear this, huh!?

After a loud laugh, Rider tilted his head slightly, the corners of his mouth showed a fearless expression, and finally looked around with defiant eyes.

Heroic spirits who have been invited by the Holy Grail War gather here now. Cowards, who are afraid to even show their faces, lest Iskander, the king of my conquests, insult you, and give me enlightenment!

Rider's passionate speech even reached Kiritsugu Emiya, who was secretly watching from the container yard in the distance. It also reached the ears of Maiya, who was watching on the other side.

The way of thinking of the heroes of the primeval era was so far from Kiritsugu that he couldn't even sigh.

How can that fool conquer the world?

On the opposite side, Maiya also looked helpless. And Illya on the side faced the words of the rider, and there was not a drop of water left on her head. The only difference was that Emiya Shirou frowned. Because he knew that if it was him, he would never remain silent in the face of the provocative words released by the rider.

Like Shirou and the others, Kiri Yanfeng, who was secretly watching through the assassin's sight and hearing, saw all of Rider's actions and heard his wild words. At this time, Yan Feng Qili was in the distant Winter Wood Church. Moreover, Qili informed Tosaka Tokitomi of all the details of what he had heard and seen through the jewel telegraph next to him.

It's not going to be good.

From the distant Tosaka Mansion, such an extremely unpleasant sentence came out.

Although Qili didn't know where the person who spoke was, she still frowned and nodded.

It's not good.

Neither Tokitomi nor Kiri were able to scoff at Rider's nonsense like Emiya Kiritsugu. The reason for this is because they thought of the same Heroic Spirit at the same time, and this Heroic Spirit would never ignore such provocative words from Rider.

A moment after the rider roared, a golden light appeared.

Sure enough?

Shirou sighed helplessly. The overly dazzling light made people a little timid, but everyone present had no surprise in their hearts. After that, the fourth servant who appeared due to the provocation of the rider was shot, which is undoubtedly a thing. But the development of events was frightening, and four servants were gathered in such a warm-up battle before the big war. No one can now judge the progress of the situation.

Sure enough, at the top of the street lamp ball about ten meters above the ground, a figure wearing golden flash armor appeared. Webb couldn't help but hold his breath when he saw his dazzling greatness.

What is that? This huge sense of coercion is different from the feeling when facing Berserker, this is ...... Completely different and powerful!

Illya was also stunned by the powerful aura emanating from the figure that appeared.

That person is ......

Although he had only seen him for a brief moment before, it was impossible for Weber to be wrong about the figure that made such a strong impression. Standing on the high street lamp must be the enigmatic servant who used overwhelming destructive power last night to bury the assassin who invaded the Tosaka Mansion.

There is no place in the body that is not covered by armor for heavy equipment that cannot be a master. And if he appears in response to the Rider's call, it proves that he only has the judgment to regard the Rider's arrogant words as provocation, that is, he cannot be a berserker berserker.

In this way, only the last of the three horsemen, Archer, is left using the elimination method.

Those who didn't take me seriously, and who claimed to be kings without knowing the heavens and the earth behind their backs, came out two overnight.

As soon as he spoke, the Golden Heroic Spirit pursed his lips in extreme displeasure, revealing his contempt for the three servants facing each other at the moment. While Archer's pride and tone are the same as rider's arrogance, they are fundamentally different. The Conquest King's voice and eyes were not as cold and unforgiving as Archer's.

Rider didn't seem to expect someone to be tougher than himself, and he was quite flustered, scratching his chin in confusion.

Even if you speak out, I, Iskander, am the world's most famous king of conquest.

It's ridiculous, the hero who is truly the king, I am the only one between heaven and earth. The rest are just miscellaneous mongrels.

Archer simply uttered a declaration that could not be more insulting than insulting. At this point, even Saber was surprised that the ground was colorless, but Rider looked at him tolerantly, a little surprised, and sighed.

If you are also a king, you will not be afraid of your own prestige, will you?

Rider gaged like this, and Archer's red eyes became more and more arrogant and angry, staring at the giant man in front of him.

Are you questioning me? A mongrel wants to question me, the king!

It makes sense for Rider to ask Archer's real name, but to Archer, it seems to be disrespectful to him. This is obviously different from Archer's intention to hide his real name, but it is just Archer's blind emotional madness, and the golden spirit begins to show murderous energy.

I am fortunate enough to be able to meet me, but I don't know my real name, such ignorant people have no need to live!

After Archer's assertion, a strange aura of flames slowly rose to his left and right, and in the next moment, the blade shone with dazzling brilliance and suddenly appeared in the empty sky.

Unsheathed swords and spears. They are all dazzlingly decorated and emit magic that cannot be hidden. Obviously not an ordinary weapon, it can only be a treasure.

There is no doubt that this is the assault weapon that killed the assassin last night.

The people who watched the battle in Tosaka last night recognized the weapons.

Webb was scared. Lancer's stealthy master also held his breath. Kiritsugu and Maiya, who were watching from a distance, were also nervous. Even Shirou, who had fought with him, not only swallowed a little nervously.

There was also a man, like Rider and Webb, who had been following Lancer and was now stealthily watching the situation unfold on Warehouse Street. The servant also used his magical vision to peer into the battlefield, staring at Archer's strange attack posture.

By the way, there is no doubt that it is exactly the same. It was already certain that the Archer was the Golden Heroic Spirit who resisted the assassin's invasion last night and protected Tosaka Mansion, the servant of Tosaka Tokitoki.

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