Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Man Who Hides in the Shadows

The aura of the Heroic Spirit that suddenly erupted from the harbor was like dripping into the turbulent waters of the undercurrent,.。 By the time Arashi and Skaha arrived side by side on the battlefield, there were already two Heroes fighting in the field.

Standing on the stacked containers in the port, followed by bright lights, the condescending Lan Neng easily took in the situation in the field into his own sight.

"Oh, it's them!" said Skaha, who was standing beside him, his eyes like red crystals as he hurriedly glanced over the two people below.

"Do you know?!" asked Arashi with a frown, staring intently at the scene in front of him. For him, this is a rare opportunity to gauge the gap between himself and the Heroic Spirits.

Putting aside the uneventful battle with the King of Conquest some time ago, Arashi has always lacked intuitive understanding of the battle of the Heroic Spirits. Although he usually maintains the sparring with Joan of Arc and Skaha, the things exposed between that kind of fight and desperate struggle are completely different.

It is precisely because of this understanding that Arashi will seize this opportunity at this moment to evaluate the fighting style of his opponents.

"Huh. ”

Unlike Arashi, who was preoccupied, Skaha's expression looked a little lazy, and the chuckle from the corners of his mouth had an inexplicable funny smell.

"The one with the spear is called Dilumudo. It has something to do with me, but you don't have to worry too much about it. ”

Lan didn't delve into the reason for Skaha's words, just nodded silently and continued, "That's ...... What about that girl?"

Arashi is talking about a petite girl who is fighting with a tall man, and compared to the girl's divine behavior, the sword skills displayed are really indescribably powerful.

"Artoria-Pendragon. Skaha's tone was unexpectedly tinged with a headache, "Perhaps, you'll be more familiar with her other name, she is more known as β€”β€”β€”β€”King Arthur!Lord of the Knights of the Round Table, the β€”β€”β€”β€” woman who rules Great Britain." ”

"Oh. Arashi nodded, for his somewhat simple brain circuit, Skaha's name was really hard to give him a real feeling, he just looked more at the blonde girl's sword skills.

But perhaps because she knew that her reaction was a little too flat, Arashi, who had already figured out Skaha's temper somewhat through daily interactions, handed over the topic at the right time, "It's tricky?"

"Hmph. Skaha's nose was rarely wrinkled, and he expressed the king's appreciation for Lan's attitude towards current affairs, and simply said happily: "An amazing mortal." ”

"I really didn't see it. ”

Lan muttered, because as far as he said and saw the situation so far, the little girl who was rarely boasted about by Skaha had obviously fallen into disadvantage at this moment.

In contrast to the situation they had just arrived, the blonde girl dressed in the blue knight's costume was stabbed in the wrist by Dilumudo's second spear before she could get a clear picture of the enemy.

Through the next conversation between the two of them, Arashi soon learned the characteristics of the spear in the man's hand, the red spear has an armor-piercing effect, and the yellow spear has a special effect that cannot heal if it is pierced.

What I really have to say is whether such vital information will be too easy to obtain. Arashi looked dumbfounded, but Skaha scoffed at this.

"It's just a crooked way, and if you don't practice the technique of stabbing people with a gun, you know that you have put your energy into these aspects, and you have wasted my teachings to them. ”

The tone of your elder reprimanding the junior is also very problematic. Lan thought silently in her heart, and simply sat down on the container, regardless of whether the people below noticed her or not.

"Saber, ...... you" The woman who stood behind the Knight King all the time couldn't help but show a little worry on her face at this moment, probably even she realized that the current situation was not good for the blonde girl.

"Don't worry about me, Ellie. Leaving aside the enemy in front of him, Artoria, who suddenly took a few steps back, set his eyes on Arashi's location, or more precisely, Skaha, who had already ignited his momentum.

Dilumudo, who did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, also raised his head with great interest, and said, "It seems that tonight is destined to be a lively night." ”

The two of them, who had no intention of hiding their breath from beginning to end, only met their eyes for a short time, and then jumped off the container together and walked into everyone's sight.

Communicating with the enemy and admiring each other's knightly ways is something that neither Arashi nor Skaha can do. But when it comes to teaching people, Skaha's interest is quite high.

"No matter how many times you point to it, your habit of staying where you stand is as annoying as your loyalty. "It's still the tone of teaching the juniors, it's still the attitude of 'I'm the boss, you're the junior', and Skaha didn't hesitate to set his sights on Dilumudo from the moment he appeared.

Dilumudo had a confused expression on his face towards Skaha's attitude, which was really full of great contrast with the bravery and skill he had just shown.

"Tsk. The frowning Skaha pulled the corners of his mouth, and his suddenly raised right hand hung in the air, and the open five fingers only slightly hooked the fingertips, and the dazzling blue light gathered in his hand, and then quickly took shape.

Skaha, who was holding the gun, slammed it to the ground and shouted, "Do you still recognize it?"

The whole body of the gun is all red, like a blooming fire lotus. As the tip of the spear head, the sharp and cold light revealed is faintly intimidating just by making people see it.

"You ......" Dilumudo, who couldn't help frowning, faintly felt that an important image flashed in his mind, but the memory stripped of him when he was summoned by the Holy Grail made it difficult for him to grasp the strange familiarity.

"Pathetic deceased. ”

Skaha's face darkened inexplicably as he uttered such words, and then he released his right hand that was holding the gun, and wrapped his left hand around his chest, ready to say his real name in a loud voice. A sudden thunderclap from the sky pressed her words back into her stomach.

Driving a rumbling ox cart, the king of conquest with a bit of 'I will patrol the mountain' momentum stole the limelight from Skaha's appearance.

"Phew!" waved the reins and scolded the king of conquest as the ox cart stopped, and before he could speak, he was startled by the scene in front of him, "for...... What, there will be two lancers????"

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"Lord, forgive me!"

As if she couldn't bear to look at the girl lying flat on the bed in front of her, the white light emitted from the other party made Joan of Arc close her eyes unbearably, and then crossed her hands in front of her chest and recited a short sentence silently.

This young girl who was sent to the gallows by believers did not let go of her faith in the gods until the moment of her death, and in the eyes of some people, isn't this a kind of pathetic?

"You really don't forget to pray everywhere. ”

The words that sounded from behind him instantly drew all of Joan of Arc's attention, although he was surprised that the other party could appear around him quietly, but the wary look he showed at the first time disappeared after turning his head to see it clearly.

"It's you, I haven't seen you in a long time. ”

The white-haired girl who appeared in this hut at some unknown time was wearing a simple long dress, but it did not diminish her spirit in the slightest. Just because of her appearance, she is really a little too beautiful.

The white-haired girl sitting on the side of the chair, while propping her hands on the table to support her chin, folded her slender legs, and laughed loudly: "To be exact, I haven't seen you for a hundred years, my servant, Joan of Arc." ”