Chapter 9: Lancers

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Stepping on stagnant water, this feeling is subtly unpleasant.

Wet concrete pavement, even if it is treated with anti-slip treatment, is still not reassuring enough for Rodritte.

"It's a place to stay unsure..."

In contrast, he still prefers asphalt pavement, but Kenes still places his new workshop in a sufficiently open area.

A good place for frontal combat - of course, just like his last workshop, a well-established fortress.

Even if it only took a few days to rebuild, how could the lecturer of the famous Clock Tower and the director of the séance department be a person who didn't have his own means?

Even in such a short period of time, Kenes still completed the formation of the second position.

Using the three-story building as a base, it was turned into a fortress, and the walls and floors were reconstructed by means prepared in advance, and the sewers were completely alienated.

Moreover, since he only lives in this vicinity by himself, it is impossible to carry out a special raid like the last one.

For a magician fortress like this, the only way to use human methods is to use ground-to-ground missiles or high-powered rockets.

And Emiya Kiritsugu, there is no doubt that he will not be able to use this power.

It's not that you can't get missiles, it's a different problem.

Even if you completely ignore the program, positioning, and various corrections required for aiming, and the program that is so complicated that it will collapse at a glance for non-professionals, can you use the missile with peace of mind?

No, of course not... It's not that simple...

Even a typical magician like Kenays, who didn't want to be contaminated with human society at all, didn't worry about such an outrageous situation.

Emiya Kiritsugu is the most despicable magician, a disgusting magician killer.

But...

He's still a man within the specs.

As long as this is the case, there is always something that can be established.

Just like now, even if he doesn't like it, there is no way to refuse it.

This is a kind of way...

"Master, here we are"

At this moment, standing beside Kenes, who was wearing a robe and had a solemn face, was Lancer, who he had long since failed to give full trust and made him feel disappointed.

The Heroic Spirit of the Spear named Dilumudo.

If you want to say powerful, it is undeniable that even if you have such prejudice against him, Kenes has to admit that this hero is powerful, but when it comes to other aspects.

No matter how good Lancer is now, there is no way for him to trust him.

"Very well, Lancer, then, show me if what you have promised me again and again is your big word. ”

With a proud face, he waved his left hand resolutely, and there was a faint sound of wind between the swings of his long sleeves.

Kenes is already fully armed.

"If you dare to come here, lancer, can you please me?"

"Yes, Master, I'll lift the Cup of Victory for you!"

Bowing his head, Lancer respectfully and solemnly promised.

It's something he has to do.

Unlike other Heroic Spirits, he is not troubled by the Grail Covenant, but truly appreciates the gift of the Grail from the bottom of his heart. A person who works hard not at all about the situation.

The mentality of winning is a matter of course. But, on top of that, Dilumudo has something to be proud of.

calmly disappeared and went to the battlefield, and he also had absolute confidence in his master.

On the way to magic, if you want to beat your master, although you are not an absolute person, but it is not a presumptuous degree.

At least...

"Yo...

Jumping out of the balcony on the third floor, he felt his body pass through a 'membrane', from one realm to another, from the other world to reality, the spearman stood firmly on the ground, and the soft-soled combat boots made a soft sound on the slippery ground.

His hands were open, and the two magic spears were already in his hands.

The red spear is in front, and the yellow magic spear that has been repaired is behind it. Like wings, as swift as wings.

"Knight, it's you."

The sharp eyes were fixed on the other party's eyes, but the silver-blue knight was as indifferent as the light of the lake.

Heavily wrapped in heavy silver armor, rigid and majestic like a colossus, Rodriten simply raised his sword.

"Let's fight"

Without too many words, the knight with the sword, with his feet apart, put on a swordsmanship starting pose. The slashing sword is held in a thrusting manner, the tip of which is pointed straight at the spearman's feet.

"Hmph..."

In the face of such an enemy, any battle of words is useless... Lancer can only shake his head helplessly.

Sure enough...

Expectations are too high...

You can only fight, and it is impossible to let Knight in anyway.

In that case...

'Lancer, let in Kiritsugu Einomiya'

・・・It's just like the master's calculations.

Putting the guard palace Kiritsugu into the workshop.

In this way, the odds of winning are all in hand.

"Well, knight, the decisive battle between you and me, in that case, it doesn't matter if you let the magician over there and let him in?"

"Hmph..."

There's no need to refuse.,It's a clear trap.,But Emiya Kiritsugu isn't someone who will give up because he's in danger.。

Raising his feet, he strode into the courtyard, his feet stepped on the stagnant water, and he walked with a snap, his black trench coat soaked in rainwater, no longer falling, and in the cold rain, Emiya Kiritsugu walked towards the battlefield like this.

"Oh, yes..."

Then, stopping, rummaging through his pockets, in the rain the unruly man with wet hair was careless, or rather as if he was enduring pain.

Then, he stopped, and pulled out an object.

Something that doesn't match the expensive outfit at all... A pack of cheap cigarettes.

You can get it by throwing a few coins into any vending machine, even if you don't mention anything else, and ditch the old smoking gun hobby of cigarettes, or tastes and the like.

Probably even a novice can appreciate the roughness and momentum of the tobacco leaves, and people will never taste it, but will only feel the pain of coughing out of the product.

“・・・”

Then, I took one out of my mouth.

Rod couldn't help but look sideways. Lancer also looked at it with interest.

What is this...

Presumably, even Kenays, who was waiting for his opponent's approach, was thinking so.

Even the boiling rage, the hatred that was almost killed by a long-range sniper for the first time was temporarily put aside.

Because the opponent's actions are no different from self-defeat.

As we all know, the current magicians, no matter how powerful, still need spells.

It's not that there aren't characters who can be silent, but it's rare enough to be ignored.

Moreover, as a magician killer, Emiya Kiritsugu, in his intelligence, there is no such information anyway.

"Tsk"

Rummaging through his pockets again, he shoved the slightly crumpled pack of cigarettes back into his pocket, then took out a disposable lighter and lit the cigarette with a snap.

Suddenly, a scent with an indescribable taste rose from the humid world.

"What, do you want one?"

Turning his head sideways, one eye showed a cold color.

Then, the two Heroic Spirits laughed at the same time.

"Not at all"

Turning their gaze back to their opponents, a disappointed Lancer and a calm Knight refocus their energies on each other.

・・・Just use the door as the boundary!

Tacitly determined, with the one step of Emiya Kiritsugu as the boundary, the war would begin at that time.

It's a pity that there is no alcohol...