Magic is a very interesting method.

Calling magic by means of such a term may turn the magician who hears it off. But for the night of the wild goose, it is a means. A means of reclaiming lost happiness.

Aoi is good, and Sakura is too...... Those who are important to them and cherished are taken away by the old man and Tosaka Tokito, but those who take them away regard their treasures as dispensable playthings.

These damn guys, even a thousand cuts are not enough to erase the hatred in their hearts. But compared to these, taking Aoi and Sakura back from them is what he should do more.

But when he was young, his instinctive rejection of magic made his already uncommendable qualifications gradually degenerate into mediocrity under the effect of time. Realizing his weakness, and Yan Ye, who reached an agreement with the dirty inkstone, finally understood a truth.

Since you are walking in the world and cannot protect your beloved, then fall into the abyss!

The moment he was devoured by the Marker Worm from top to bottom, Yan Ye's gaze passed over the disgusting grinning head of the house and rested on the dim ceiling above the basement. He vaguely saw Aoi's face and the young self that was around her at that time.

The moment the Heroic Spirit was summoned, the man named Jian Tong Yanye realized that his time was running out. The despicable and terrifying Akira Inkstone seems to have used some means to remotely control the Engraved Worms, allowing them to devour everything in their bodies in a frenzied greed, converting them into magical power, and providing the existence of the Heroic Spirit in this life.

And as the price of all this, he could feel that his life force was like someone had opened a hole in it, flowing into a dark and bottomless abyss.

Time is running out, and there's no chance to keep yourself waiting. Realizing this, Wild Goose only hopes to seize the only opportunity to take Aoi and Sakura to a place where no one can find it and protect the happiness in his heart by relying on the power of the heroic spirit.

Even if there is only one day, even if you are killed halfway through, you must be happy at that moment.

To make such an enlightenment, Tong Yan Ye is naturally unwilling to waste the time that is left. Regarding Sakura's whereabouts, as early as a few days ago, I found it with the power of the Marking Worm, but the house that was guarded by the two heroic spirits at any time really didn't have a slightly better chance of getting off.

Fortunately, he chose to wait patiently, and finally relied on this unexpected turmoil to wait for the moment when the two heroic spirits acted separately. He followed Arashi and Skaha all the way, and he was guided by the Engraved Worm to make it here.

Then, endure to the very moment.

Seize the enemy's overconfidence, and then the moment the opponent loses his mind, launch his own strongest attack, and strangle all possible accidents in the cradle. Such a sudden attack, coupled with the power of Lancelot (the Heroic Spirit of the Wild Goose Night), it is absolutely impossible for that female Heroic Spirit to stop.

As if sensing the surging emotions in his master's chest, Lancelot, who was rushing forward, increased his speed again and again in a short distance of less than thirty meters, and his figure rushed straight towards Lan, which really made people look at it, and they would have an unrivaled emotion.

Like a male lion hunting on the grassland, like a torrent flying in the air, like a gust of wind sweeping past Lancelot beside Skaha, and crashing straight into Arashi's body. The latter seemed to realize that the situation was happening, and as soon as the right hand holding the scabbard was picked up, his body was like a splash of water, accompanied by a loud roar, directly crashing into a nearby container.

"You, the guy from there again!" Holding the reins slightly, Iskandar's wandering gaze was somewhat uncertain on Lancelot's body, while the other party still maintained a fist-clapping position.

But his gaze finally stopped at the woman who seemed to be wandering. Even if it was only a brief fight with Skaha, he undoubtedly recognized the strength of the other party, and in terms of horizontal comparison, this woman was no easier to deal with than the glowing object standing on the light bulb.

But that's what made him suspicious of the moment when Skaha saw Arashi being knocked flying, and he didn't think that the other party was the kind of incompetent woman who couldn't do anything about a sudden attack.

"You ........."

And the knight king, who was surprised and watched his master being knocked away, wrote his doubts on his face very sincerely. Artoria, who held the sword in both hands, could not understand the calmness on Skaha's face. After all, it was a frontal blow from the Heroic Spirit, why could the other party stand so calmly in the distance?

It is said that women have a kind of instinctive talent, no matter where they look at themselves, she can subtly feel it, especially beautiful women. So for Artoria's gaze, Skahay just shrugged indifferently and answered.

As if the boring farce of the reign should be over, Skaha, who reached out to cover his mouth, said casually while snorting lazily: "Hey, stupid big ......"

Skaha's gaze looked directly at Lancelot, who had already looked at Artoria, and his gradually cold face revealed unconcealed contempt, "Are you really sure you hit him?"

The words were finished in a mocking tone, and at the moment when the last epilogue, which symbolized doubt, ended, there was a sudden sound of cargo exploding from the collapsing container in the distance.

The figure slowly stepping out of the diffuse smoke made a gesture of moving her wrist. But at this time, he didn't look like the plain on his face at all, and the blood dripping from his forehead seemed to be still in his mortal body.

With a little blood stain on the index finger of his right hand, he gently put it to his lips, and Lan couldn't help but lick it.

"Like...... I'm a little excited. ”

How could an ordinary human being withstand the attack of the Heroic Spirit?

Thoughts like this appeared in Iskandar and Artoria's minds, but perhaps they had forgotten that once upon a time, they were just mere mortals, just ......

Those who are born heroes are destined to be kings!

"Kill him! ”

Although he didn't understand why his Heroic Spirit was so hostile to the knight girl, Yan Ye still used his status as the master to give orders to the other party, although he didn't understand why Skaha chose to stand by and watch, but wasn't this the perfect situation?

Reluctantly, Lancelot turned his gaze away, and Lancelot let out a beastly roar at Arashi, his pitch-black body still carrying a bit of increasing evil aura in the dark night, and then rushed towards the other party again.

Arashi finally stopped her steps and put her hands back on the hilt of her sword. He was well aware of the fading of the power brought about by the shrinking of his body. At this age, the body is completely unable to carry that huge power, so it doesn't matter if they disappear or are temporarily sealed by some kind of power.

Those things that are no longer in the body, just forget about it. I have never relied on anything, and I believe in my indomitable heart and the sword-wielding method that is named 'Sword Master'.

After a short deep breath, Arashi suddenly raised his mouth and shouted, "Open the door!"

"Hugh the door, open!"

"Raw door, open !!!"

An indescribable momentum, like a rising wind and waves, blew the dust and sand that should have calmed down around it into the air again!