The raging wind vanished, and the previous battle seemed like a dream. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

No, if it's a dream, I'm afraid it won't feel that personal, right?

Tsukahara Mingshi's back was wet, his clothes were sticking to his body, muddy, cold and disgusting. Although his mood remained calm in the crisis, it seemed that his body was not completely controlled by his brain, and the cold sweat seemed to flow water, slowly but surely wetting his close-fitting undershirt, and gradually spreading.

The body's reaction does not deceive.

The body that lost its strength sat on the ground, and the buttocks were cold and damp in the early hours of the morning, and the sudden relaxation of the mood brought about the fatigue of the senses almost collapsed.

However......

Next to Tsukahara Mingshi is Carl, who is lying on the ground and moaning slightly.

Around the two of them, there was a mess of turf and trees that had been swept away by the storm, the branches and leaves were broken, and the land was flying, and the traces of this destruction were so real that Tsukahara could not ignore them no matter what.

That's the traces of the battle, you can see it at a glance.

(Holy Grail...... War...... ）

"Ah...... Ha ha...... War...... Live, survived?"

It was only at this time that Tsukahara finally understood what he had done.

It's as if someone has repeatedly emphasized the pain of being burned by fire, but until he was burned by the flames himself, he couldn't feel it again......

When the crisis passed, fear was like a wild beast, accompanied by the dark night, swallowing up the human named Tsukahara Mingshi in one bite. The mood that was colder than the night wind made Tsukahara's body glow with pain.

Terror......

Terrible......

Can't stop shaking......

Tsukahara Mingshi shrunk into a ball very unproductively.

"So- are you my master?"

The girl's voice stirred Tsukahara's eardrums again......

Girlish?

Ah!

archer！

The dark eyes locked on the person in front of him.

It was a slender girl.

Looking at his appearance, he is only sixteen or seventeen years old, which is younger than Tsukahara Mingshi. The soft lines of the cheeks outline the face full of shadows, which is slightly unrealistic. For no other reason, the girl's figure was shrouded in a dark green hooded cloak, and under the cloak that almost blended in with the forest, only her moist lips and brown hair could be seen in front of her.

Holding a delicate oak bow in his hand, Tsukahara was blessed with the opportunity to get a glimpse of the girl's strong wrists. Although it is rude to say this, it is rude to girls...... However, Arhcer's hands, no matter how you look at them, have nothing to do with "softness", and no matter how beautiful they are, they cannot be called "soft". It was the warrior's hand, especially the knuckles used to open the bow, thick with calloused skin.

It's not so much that she's a "heroic spirit" as a "elf".

It took a long time for Tsukahara to force himself to accept it, and the person in front of him was the heroic spirit who had just saved his life, Archer [Robin Hood].

"You...... I, yes...... Yes...... I'm yours, master. That one...... Please advise ......."

“……”

Archer stared at him sternly - in fact, because of the hood, Tsukahara couldn't determine the location of her eyes, but that's what he felt.

“…… Please advise...... All right. I see, you must have a lot of questions. But until then......"

Archer's tone seemed a little helpless, perhaps sensing Tsukahara Mingshi's immaturity, right? Just as the master always wants to be able to draw the strongest Heroic Spirit, the Heroic Spirit also wants to be able to conclude a contract with a master who is good with him, and preferably has excellent magical powers.

However, Tsukahara Mingshi should not meet these two items.

Archer, lamenting his ill-fated fate, drew his bow and arrows, and the diamond-shaped arrows that glowed with cold light pointed at Karl's head.

In a dilapidated scene, Carl's fair skin was covered with dirt, and his supple blonde hair was covered with stains, like a fish on the shore, gasping for breath, but unable to provide a shred of air to his lungs.

The gesture is really tragic.

Especially when Tsukahara Mingshi understands what kind of person Carl is on weekdays, he will feel more and more unfairness of fate.

"There's a master here, what are we going to do? Master -- for humanitarian reasons, I suggest, give him a good time. ”

"Hey, Carl isn't an enemy, he's an ally, an ally, you're an ally, you're a hero, aren't you?"

Tsukahara's question made Archer laugh, the corners of her mouth showing a funny arc, and her voice was sharpened: "It's a magician's job, isn......'t it?

This accusation-like emotion made Tsukahara Mingshi bow his head in embarrassment: I'm really sorry for being an incompetent magician!!Archer saw him so embarrassed, and also found his faux pas, and didn't continue to say anything to embarrass him, and her figure suddenly disappeared.

Although she can't see it, Tsukahara Mingshi just knows that she is nearby. This is a special connection based on the Holy Grail.

This is the inherent ability of the Heroic Spirit, [Spiritualization], in this state, the Heroic Spirit's consumption of mana will be reduced, and it will be easier to act. Archer was keenly aware of the fact that his master's magic was not good, and it was better to disarm the entity for such a thing as searching for herbs.

Archer's slightly disgusted words suddenly stimulated Tsukahara Mingshi, and he suddenly thought: In his poker, there is really a healing magic!

Without hesitation, Tsukahara Mingshi took out another one of his hole cards with one less one, and on the light blue crystal poker, gray lines could be faintly seen.

"Don't ...... Tsukahara. ”

Suddenly, Karl's voice came faintly.

Originally, because of the venom, the blood was condensed, and it was impossible to transport oxygen, but Carl still used the precious oxygen to communicate.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Tsukahara Mingshi feels that his face is no longer white, but the color of iron blue......

"Carl?!I'm sorry, I, I used ...... without permission."

"I didn't ...... Listen to me...... Tsukahara. I'm afraid I won't be able to......"

Karl's words made Tsukahara Mingshi feel heartache - it was precisely because he knew that Karl was telling the truth, so he was extremely heartbroken: he came to fight for Karl, but Karl himself ......

"Our secret ...... You have to remember it well. I will...... Summon Heroic Spirits. Then he was ordered to commit suicide...... In this way, you have one less enemy...... It doesn't matter if you give up the battle or win the Holy Grail...... Sorry, I can't give you advice this time......"

Karl had a rare smile on his face, but with his iron-blue face and pupils that had begun to dilate, Tsukahara didn't feel happy at all.

"No, no, I'm going to win the war! I'm going to bring you back to life with the power of the Holy Grail!"

"Excuse me...... Such a powerful power...... Resurrect a man or something...... What a waste...... Make a wish for yourself. ”

Karl calmly rejected Tsukahara Mingshi.

When a man is about to die, his words are good.

Karl's words made Tsukahara Mingshi's nose sour, everyone said that he died for his friend, but who can really persuade his friend not to resurrect himself in this choice, but to make a wish for his friend?

Tears welled up in his eyes, and Tsukahara said a lot of trivial things, but Karl didn't pay attention to him anymore, just chanted incantations intermittently.

The magic array used to sé has been destroyed by the storm just now, and Carl has also been injured and his physical functions have fallen to the lowest, and he doesn't even have a holy relic......

This is...... The most demanding Heroic Spirit has been summoned.

However, even as Karl was nearing the end of his life, the Holy Grail did not deprive him of the Curse until he officially died. This is undoubtedly the most ironic situation.

Originally, the person who was supposed to offer the spell was Tsukahara Mingshi......

Karl's mantra was much smoother, and even if he couldn't concentrate because of the intermittent pain of the wound, it was much faster than Tsukahara Mingshi.

In the air, the unfinished particles of magic reassembled.

This time, there was neither brilliance, nor storm, nor even a large fluctuation of magical power.

It seems that the magic power is piled up casually, just like a fireball or something, and these particles of magic power randomly form a human form.

This is the Heroic Spirit that Karl has just summoned.

This is...... Heroic Spirit?!

Tsukahara Mingshi is a master, and after seeing this old figure, his basic data was suddenly fed back into his mind.

All abilities hover at the E level, and the fluctuation of the mana on the body can be described as [almost none].

Let's put it this way, if it's a magic battle, Tsukahara Mingshi can crush this heroic spirit.

If it's hand-to-hand combat, looking at his old dragon bell, I'm afraid, it's still Tsukahara Mingshi's overwhelming advantage.

This Heroic Spirit ...... It's not a heroic spirit at all......

"Caster, Holy Grail Wars, what a new word...... It's good to be able to come across something so worthy of study in your lifetime...... Very good, very good. ”