"Yes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info I see? ”

Just as the atmosphere between Rider and the two battled Spirits had become a little relaxed but slightly tense, a low, visibly processed voice rang out in the warehouse.

It is the master of the lancer who has not appeared so far. After urging his servant to use the Noble Phantasm, he (she) was silent again, and at this moment he (she) was interjecting to ask Webb about the purpose of coming here, which was also completely different from the tone just now, revealing a voice of hatred.

"What the hell did you go berserk and steal my relics? If you think about it, maybe it's the reason you want to participate in the Holy Grail War, Mr. Webb Welwitt. ”

(Webb Wilwitt...... ）

Listening to the lancer's master, the girl set her eyes on the weak man in the bullock cart of the rider.

Webb Wildwitt (Lv24)

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And Webber heard someone call his name viciously, and knew that the object of hatred was himself, and not only that, Webb might be able to guess the owner of the voice.

"That'...... ......"

How could Webb not guess the owner of that voice? If he was as high as the Clock Tower Instructor, even if Iskander's coat was stolen, the relics of other Heroic Spirits could still be prepared, so in this land of winterwood, even if that man stood here as Webb's enemy this time, there was nothing incredible.

"It's a pity, I wanted to make this lovely student happy, Webb, a mortal like you, deserves a stable life that belongs only to mortals."

Webber was so dizzy with hallucinations that he couldn't tell where the sound was coming from, and he didn't know how many times he had tasted the feeling of a tumbling stomach -- Lecturer Kennes. Elumeroy. The feeling of Achipolud, his mean, slender face, his blue eyes mixed with insult and pity, looking down at him from the top of Webb's head—was once again deeply experienced.

Webber wanted to repay the lecturer with a beautiful sarcasm, and Webber preempted the lecturer and cleverly made the heroic spirit Iskandar a servant who obeyed him, which was not the best revenge for the humiliation he had suffered for so long in the clock tower.

Yes, it's no longer a lecturer-student relationship, now he's my real enemy. I could hate him as hard as I could, or take his life, but of course he was my opponent.

During the years he lived in the clock tower, Webb hated the arrogant lecturer both in his sleep and in his wake, and even tried to kill him on several occasions. - However, it was the first time that he had been so hated by the lecturer, and Webb, a young man, experienced the murderous gaze of a real magician for the first time.

The owner of the voice had a keen eye, saw the frozen fear on Webber's face, and he continued, in a creepy and cold banter, as if playing with Webb:

"I can't help it, Weber-kun. I'll give you extracurricular tutoring, and I will hand over to you the true meaning of magicians killing each other, the horror and pain of killing, and you think it's glorious. ”

In fact, Webb trembled with fear, and did not even bother to pay attention to the humiliation that this sentence brought him.

To become a true magician, one must make up one's mind to die...... This principle can only be understood in words, but now Weber has experienced it firsthand, and the man's gaze from nowhere is extremely deadly, and when the magician has a murderous aura in his heart, it is when he decides to issue a "death declaration" - Webber has not known about this matter until now.

At this moment, something gently but forcefully wrapped its arms around the young man's shoulder, who was trembling alone with fear.

Webber was frightened by the thick but gentle feeling, and the hand, the rough and parted fingers, were only the object of fear for the diminutive master.

"Hey Magician, it seems to me that you are trying to replace my little master and become my master."

Rider asks the Lancer's master, who is hiding nowhere, and in fact he has a malicious smile of pity on his face, which makes his face smile crooked.

"If that's the case, it's ridiculous, the man who became my master should be a warrior who gallops on the battlefield with me, not a coward who doesn't even dare to show his face."

Silence fell, and only the anger of the unseen master spread through the night air, and Rider burst out laughing, this time facing the empty night sky, laughing as loudly as he could.

"Come out! There must be someone else. Hide in the dark and peek at our accomplices! ”

Both Saber and Lancer looked surprised.

"- What's wrong with you? rider”

Facing Saber, who asked him, the King of Conquest smiled and gave a thumbs up.

"Saber and Lancer, it's amazing that you're fighting face-to-face. The sword halberd made such a crisp collision sound, and I am afraid that there is more than one heroic spirit that has been drawn out. ”

Rider wanted to send the deafening sound to every corner around him and shouted loudly again.

"Pathetic! How pathetic! The heroes gathered in Fuyuki didn't they have any thoughts when they saw the spirit of Saber and Lancer displayed here? It's cowardly to have a real name worth boasting about, but secretly keep peeking here. The Immortals will panic when they hear this, huh!? ”

After a loud laugh, Rider tilted his head slightly, the corners of his mouth showed a fearless expression, and finally looked around with defiant eyes:

"Heroic spirits who have been invited by the Holy Grail War, gather here now. Cowards, who are afraid to even show their faces, lest Iskander, the king of conquests, insult you, give me enlightenment! ”

"This guy ...... You can really talk......"

The girl who was hiding in the gap and watching the speech in front of her, which had turned from a farce to a bloody plot, her voice trembled a little at the moment, and looking at the scenery outside the gap, the girl's fists clenched tightly.

-- It's not fear, it's excitement.

Jian Tong Yanye looked at the girl beside her whose face was still as calm as water, but her body betrayed her true thoughts, and smiled slightly:

"Go if you want, berserker, I can handle it......"

"Is it..."

The girl's eyes drooped slightly, "It's not a wild goose night, now, we have to wait for someone to appear......"

"Huh?"

The night of the wild goose was attracted by what the girl said, "What person? ”

"Tosaka Tokitotomi's servant - megalomaniacal Archer, Gilgamesh!!"