Chapter 3: The King of the Crescent Moon

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Shinji Maki frowned in annoyance.

What did it fail? I want to know that at this time, there is only that one thing, which is worth the trouble of this young man, right?

- The Holy Grail War.

Although it was decided that the knight was mainly to be summoned, due to the lack of a tangible relic relationship, all that could be counted on was a clear hope and the body and Sakura who inherited his 'order'.

But it still failed.

The confident attempt, the complete failure, and the hero summoned are not the Wind Lord of the Holy Blue.

"What, are you annoyed?" the handsome young man dressed in white had a peculiar beauty.

He often had a gentle smile on his face, and he seemed to be humble and didn't know what anger was. Although it is said that temperament is the aggregate of many factors such as clothing, conversation, and impressions, in this person, that peculiar charm transcends the scope of experience.

He stood there, and the momentum existed, which made people admire. The grace of the night seemed to be there to reflect him, and the soft white moonlight shone through the glass of the window, shining on his body like a white veil.

"Nothing," Shinji frowned.

He was lying, but Shinji was not ashamed of the lie. Because he didn't feel the need to confess everything to his servent, after all, even if the other party was a great king on the famous side, Shinji Makiri, he didn't feel that it was worth his unhesitational effort, or simply bowed down to him.

"I see, I'm talking too much over there" The handsome young man smiled faintly, signaling that he was not offended, and then changed the subject, "So, speaking of which, master, what is your wish?"

It was only a few hours ago that the young man was summoned, so it was not unusual to ask this question now.

After all, the heroic spirits who respond to the anticipation of coming to this world all have their own different wishes, and the same is true for the masters.

The Holy Grail War is never a fun thing, full of variables, brutal killing games, and if you can't unify the opinions between the master and the slave, then nothing can happen, right?

"Huh?"

Shinji let out an exaggerated question, then turned back, "My wish?"

"Yes, master, your wish" The handsome young man's face became slightly grim, and although he was still smiling, the element of joy was no longer there.

"Are you coercing me?" If it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that he would have surrendered long ago to be stared at by such a bold gaze, right? However, Shinji is different. Facing the gaze of a king who can make mortals bow down to him, he sneered.

The young man, feeling the courage, faded the smile on his face again.

The atmosphere between the two of them suddenly became sinister, and Shinji grinned, about to say something excessive, but at this moment, Sakura pushed open the door and walked in.

"Brother?"

The expressions of the master and slave instantly recovered from saber rattling to spring breeze.

"Ah, Sakura, what's the matter?"

Shinji Maki turned around in an exaggerated posture, his eyes narrowed into crescents, and he looked very happy, but the rider behind him could clearly see that on the back of the boy's neck, there was a liquid that seemed to be cold sweat dripping.

Although it has only been less than two days since he was summoned, here, His Excellency the King of the New Moon has clearly understood the relationship between power - in short, it is the largest and highest of the Kirizakura, and what is said is the truth.

This is the fact that even if you are as strong as him, you will never be able to resist.

"It's not as tough as her at all... But is this another kind of beauty?"

The king sighed and fell into thought.

His gaze crossed the shackles of time, as if he had returned to the desert land hundreds of years ago.

・・・The Holy City, 100,000 Mamluks, and the girl holding the cross flag.

It was Saladin's own self, and the most painful defeat in history was the battle that was trampled under the feet of the enemy and humiliated.

The incredible army, the incredible king, the incredible girl.

He still didn't know what kind of amazing power he had, how he defeated him with exquisite tactics, and he never relented in the slightest because of the girl's beauty, but he was defeated.

The defeat was a mess.

100,000 Mamluks became the steps to glory for the Templars under the Maiden, and since then...

"Huh..." Baldwin became Saladin's nightmare.

The girl who wore a mask and used leprosy as an excuse to cover her face, and the girl who turned herself into a man, may be the nightmare of his life.

'Can I see her?'

Saladin understands very well that this kind of affection is by no means love, and that women who are more beautiful than maidens are not uncommon in his **. What he's looking forward to...

Under the crescent moon stands the banner of the Muslims, the glorious Jos, the invincible king, the old enemy that he will not be able to defeat in his lifetime.

That's her...

'Visible'

Suddenly, there was such an realization in his heart, and for no reason, Saladin laughed, believing that the two would definitely meet, because...

This is Saladin's only regret after his brilliant life.

"Absolutely fair matchup, Baldwin," he almost muttered, clenching the handle of the scimitar under his cloak, an inexplicable sense of hunger and thirst welling up in his heart, it was the killing intent affecting his mood.

Old enemies often have that kind of understanding that transcends intuition, and at this moment, Saladin undoubtedly felt the atmosphere of legend.

It is no longer a dilemma of being outnumbered by the crowd but being defeated, and there is no need to worry about the Islamic world.

The man standing here is neither Saladin nor Saladin, the Lord of the Crescent Moon and not the Lord of the Crescent, but he is only a man, a warrior, a seeker who has come to fight with the wrath of a king.

Even if he is defeated, he has no regrets, and he only wants to prove that this body is the only and strongest enemy of the girl under the iron mask.

He raised his head, looked up at the moonlight, and silently closed his eyes.

・・・

・・・

"Yarn, is that okay?"

On the other side, as if hearing Saladin's provocative declaration, a certain girl suddenly raised her head.

“・・・？”

Looking in the direction where there was nothing, he was covered in armor, his visor was rarely opened, and on his white robe, the blood-red cross was like a sacrifice of a saint.

Like an old man and a child, like a man and like a woman, but the only thing that remains unchanged is the majesty and holiness that does not hesitate.

As if existence is to prove that one's body is righteous, the girl's body is surrounded by an unknown aura.

"Well, what's wrong?saber?" Sastrip Ayaka put down the bag in her hand and turned back with a little confusion.

Saber stood there, his eyes narrowed as if he were facing a great enemy, and as if he was nostalgic.

"No, it's nothing, master... It's just that it seems that in this war, you will meet familiar people" She smiled and turned her head, her face without an iron mask was so delicate and beautiful, full of feminine beauty, if, just by seeing this face, who could associate this girl with a samurai in armor, a king with a sword?

――If you think about it this way, you will know the reason why the other party has been called the 'leper king' in history, and has always wrapped himself in white cloth and covered his face with iron armor.

"Someone familiar, your nephew Guy?"

"No, that kid doesn't have the strength to be a hero... Maybe I misdescribed it, or maybe I made a mistake, but that feeling is Saladin" Without hesitation, she said her guess, and the girl shook her head and looked at her Ayaka.

"Saladin" can't be unheard of this name. In other words, it is impossible for those who know a little bit about history not to know the prestige behind this name.

He was the only pagan who was revered by the knights of Europe even at the time of the Crusades, known as true knights.

"Yes, Saladin," Saber nodded.

It was impossible for her to despise Saladin, or rather, there was no one in the world who knew Saladin's power better than her.

There is no disagreement that the man is called a symbol of the times.

Strong, perfect, acceptable, faithful. is both a wise king and a hero, unifying many glories that should not appear in one person at the same time, and together they create the legend of Saladin.

But, so what?

Looking back, I saw the look of some concern on the yarn.

The girl smiled swayingly, indescribably heroic.

"Don't worry, sliver"

What if Saladin was afraid, no, if she had to say anything, Saladin would have been afraid of her.

"I will defeat him, no, not only him, but all your enemies"

The king of Jerusalem did not hesitate.

She has absolute confidence in herself, that is the confidence in her treasure, the pride that self-confidence will never be defeated.

"So... get rid of you"

Saber nodded proudly back at Ayaka's smile from Sato.

"Leave it all to me, master!"

This is a promise that will never fail.