It was 9 p.m. when we returned to Einzberen Castle.

"Hi Wuming, you're back, how was your date with Saber today?"

As soon as Wren entered the main drawing-room, he heard Alice Phil's sweet voice, her ruby eyes full of inquiry, looking at him curiously.

Appointment?

The corners of Wren's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but reach out to cover his forehead, and said self-deprecatingly:

"If that's called dating, there's no single dog in the world. Sure enough, a casual person like me has no common language with her serious and always meticulous fool. ”

During the day, it's actually okay, shopping and eating and drinking together, and it's quite happy, and it's barely okay to say it's on a date.

But at night, instead of rolling into the same bed, she borrowed money, the two argued, and then they fought, and finally parted ways.

Looking at Wuming, who had a headache on his face, and didn't see Artoria come in, Mrs. pursed her lips and snickered:

"Wuming, leaving the girl and running back alone, it's not a gentleman's doing, you shouldn't quarrel with her, right?"

"I'm not a gentleman at all, it's more appropriate to call it a hooligan." Wren waved his hand indifferently, "I quarreled, and I also had a discussion." Then the guy said that he would stay up late and work overtime to search for Rider, and he couldn't do anything about her, so he went with her. ”

Alice Phil couldn't help but shake her head, although it was a little surprising, it was reasonable to get this result.

Saber is a hardworking and conscientious person with a strong sense of justice. And Wuming is a lot more sleek, very evil, but the means of doing things are not very particular.

Kiritsugu had told her that if he could summon the Servant again, he would not choose the Knight King, preferring to summon Wuming.

Next, Wren meets with Wild Goose again, and after making sure that there is no problem with the detection barrier near the castle, he runs away into the forest.

Don't worry that someone will sneak up on Alice Phil and them, there are still two spells in his hand, and as long as an enemy destroys the enchantment, he will immediately recall him.

In the dense forest, the light of the stars and the moon dimmed.

A strong gust of air swept by, and the flowers and shrubs on the ground shook, and countless leaves rustled with it.

Under a tall poplar tree, a small black hole is like a frantically devouring the life around it.

Wren was covered in an eerie layer of blue smoke, and beneath his feet was a swirling Soul Eater.

He stood on the Spirit Devouring Array with an indifferent expression, and the two six-pointed star patterns swirling behind him suddenly emitted a burst of brilliant brilliance, and then quickly disappeared.

Soon after, the Spirit Sealing Array carved on his chest and legs also disappeared, and recently only two small six-pointed star arrays on his palms were spinning.

It's coming, at most tomorrow night, and it's reached some kind of limit.

Feeling the activity of the stars in his body, Wren looked up at the bright moon wheel in the sky, revealing a strange smile:

"No matter what you think, you've wasted too much time and missed the best time to defeat the demon."

He was actually not in a hurry at all, it was delayed until now, and it was the turn of the brave men to think about how to desperately defeat the Demon King.

The Demon King is ready, so what are the heroes doing?

Winterwood City, McKinsey House.

For the old man Gülen McKinsey and his wife, Martha McKinsey, the usually deserted home gradually became lively.

The family are immigrants from Australia and have no relatives in the island nation of the Far East, but a week ago, his grandson, Webb, returned from studying abroad.

Oh, two days ago, one of my grandson's best friends from abroad, Mr. Alex, also moved in.

To be honest, when he first saw Mr. Alex, he was taken aback, the exaggerated height of the other party, the fiery red hair and the extremely strong muscles gave people a full sense of oppression.

God, what kind of nutritious food does he eat every day to grow into such a strong body like a giant bear.

However, Mr. Alex was very bold and surprisingly talkative, and when he heard that he had no place to live for the time being, the old man McKinsey asked him to live upstairs with his grandson.

After dinner, in the small room on the second floor, the hearty laughter did not stop.

Iskandar, the conquering king who temporarily goes under the pseudonym "Alex", sits on a tatami mat with two thick hands holding a handle, and is happily playing a war game called "Grand Strategy".

He likes this game so much, airplanes, tanks, cannons, which makes people's blood surge, which can be called a man's romance.

To this end, the emperor also changed into a white T-shirt printed with the words "grand strategy". He likes modern clothes, but unfortunately he is still missing a pair of pants.

"Ah, Master, why haven't you arrived at the pants you promised to buy me?" Looking at the picture on the TV, the emperor's tone was very casual.

On the other side of the room.

Webb, who has been pretending to be a grandson lately, is staring intently at the image coming from the crystal ball in the distance.

Tosaka House, there is still no movement tonight.

Finding nothing again, Webb said a little impatiently: "How many times have you been able to do it, it's almost over, I'll buy it for you tomorrow morning." ”

"Haha, don't mind, how can I go out in a fashionable modern outfit without a pair of pants that fit.

I was also a little envious of that guy Wuming, his red and black coat was so cool, and the black suit of the little girl of the Knight King was also good. ”

The Emperor played the game with great interest, and said without looking back.

Hearing these words from him, especially the indifferent attitude, Weber's face was slightly gloomy:

"Hey, you idiot, stupid, didn't I tell you, you are not allowed to go out with great fanfare recently!"

This morning he had learned from the Templar that Lancer had been eliminated, and that the messengers who were monitoring the Church had seen the Church transporting Kenneth's body.

Monarch of the Clock Tower, Chromatic Magician, Genius...... The invincible Sir Ermelo in the class was hanging, which made the new Webber feel a lot of pressure.

"Haha, I know what you mean, but you can't win a battle if you keep cowering." The emperor said calmly.

Webber rubbed his slightly sour eyelids, and then switched to the crystal ball contacting the demon who was spying on Einzbelen's house.

Unfortunately, the castle remained silent at night.

"Rider, the situation is very unfavorable to us now, the Tosaka family has Assassin and Archer, and the Einzberen family has Saber and Wuming, we can't go out for the time being, let's wait and see."

Webb's face was not very good-looking, and his tone was a little heavy.

Hearing this, the Emperor stopped playing the game and scratched his head:

"I think it's better for you to give up the naïve idea that the two of them will fight first, and we can pick up the cheap."

"Rider, if you don't, what do you say?" Webb snorted, dissatisfied.

In this case, what else can you do if you don't continue to pretend to be a grandson?

"How about taking the initiative?"