In a daze, Emiya Shirou woke up from his slumber.

Outside, it was already dark, the sun had disappeared from the sky, and the moon at the beginning of the month could hardly be seen in the night, only the twinkling stars in the sky.

It wasn't until he looked down and saw that he was wrapped in layers of bandages that his consciousness gradually returned to the cage and remembered what had happened during the day.

"Finally woke up?"

The pretty girl's voice came into his ears, and following the voice, the figure of a girl with a double ponytail, a red coat and a black miniskirt was imprinted in his eyes.

Wearing a red trench coat, she certainly has a kind of aristocratic daughter-like extravagance, but wearing a close-fitting jacket and miniskirt, she shows the charm of a young girl even more.

Especially the absolute realm between the skirt and the stockings is unusually fascinating.

"Tosaka? Did you help me heal? ”

Emiya Shirou touched the position of his chest, not to mention the blood hole, he couldn't even feel the slightest pain, as if the serious injury during the day was just an illusion.

"No, it's Rider who heals you."

Rin Tosaka chuckled and looked at Emiya Shirou, "That is the servant who almost killed both you and Saber during the day." ”

"That guy?! Help me heal? ”

Sure enough, Emiya Shirou's face showed a ghostly look.

This is exactly the same look as expected, which makes Rin Tosaka feel quite happy, and there is a sense of pleasure in playing tricks on people.

"By the way, is that girl okay?"

Emiya Shirou suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly asked again, thinking of the adjective lamely, "That's it...... Blonde girls! ”

"Although the girl was injured a little, I treated her during the day and has recovered."

Rin Tosaka stroked her smooth chin and looked at Emiya Shirou inquiringly.

"Wei Gong-kun, let me ask, do you know the basic rules of the Holy Grail War?"

Completely unknowing.

Just looking at his confused expression, Rin Tosaka could guess this result.

As a half-man, let alone the Holy Grail War, even the basic magic knowledge, he seems to have mastered nine out of ten tricks - none of them.

"I'll have to start with you."

Rin Tosaka thought for a moment, "In that case, let's go to the church, which is the place of the overseer, and it is also the duty of the pretending priest to help the newcomers solve their doubts!" ”

Emiya Shirou said I don't understand anything, so I'll do as you say.

The church in Fuyuki City is also called Yanfeng Church.

Since more than ten years ago, this church has been in the hands of a family named Yan Feng, who was inherited by his son Yan Feng Qili after his death ten years ago.

Yan Fengli was the overseer of the Fourth Holy Grail War ten years ago, and Feng Qili was the overseer of the Fifth Holy Grail War this year.

After tidying up a little, Rin Tosaka took Shirou Emiya and Saber and walked in the direction of the Yanfeng Church.

Because Saber couldn't be transformed into a spirit child for some reason, and she didn't want to take off that weapon, Emiya Shirou prepared a yellow-green raincoat for her.

However, the atmosphere between the two is a little awkward.

And of course.

Emiya Shirou's previous behavior of rashly running out to block the gun was not only irresponsible for himself, but also irresponsible for Saber.

In order to fulfill the wish they want to entrust to the Holy Grail, the Servants cannot do without the Master as a source of mana supply, so the Servant protects the Master is the most correct way to get along.

Put the safety of the servant above yourself, once something happens, not only will you die, but even the servant will disappear because of it.

Saber discussed this matter with Emiya Shirou, but they broke up unhappily.

Emiya Shirou stubbornly believes that she, as a girl, should not go to the battlefield, and she is injured because of this.

After seeing the bloodstains on her body that had been cut out by the enemy, he rushed forward without thinking, his body moving faster than his brain.

It's machismo, but it's wrong.

The two had never spoken a few words to each other, and this only exchange was quite unharmonious, so the atmosphere between the two of them was naturally not much better.

An hour later, the three of them took a shortcut and arrived at the Yanfeng Church, which was located in the southeast of the new capital.

This is a very standard European-style church, under the night, only a few street lamps illuminate the surroundings, obviously it should be a holy church, but it can not give people a sense of stability at all, and the cross placed on the eaves makes people have a faint palpitation.

Rin Tosaka walked into the church with Shirou Emiya.

Saber was left alone outside the gate.

She looked at the Yanfeng Church in front of her, which was dead in the night, and a layer of gloom appeared in her eyes.

Rin Tosaka and Emiya Shirou are just ordinary people, so they can't be discovered, but as a servant, she has a good ability to perceive breath, so she can clearly feel the thick filth buried deep in the church.

If there were no years of resentment lingering in it, it would not have been possible to form a filth of that scale.

"Hehe......"

In the middle of the night, a thick fog had risen around for some time.

And from the thick fog, for some reason there was a young but crisp, silver bell-like girl's laughter.

The swordsman girl's expression suddenly froze, and she looked towards the way she came.

Immediately after, the pupils of her eyes opened suddenly, and an unusually complex look appeared on her face.

Follow her line of sight.

Out of the thick fog came a petite girl, no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, with long silver hair and red pupils, and a girl who did not look like a human being.

And beside her, there was also a huge warrior who was more than two meters tall, naked with his upper body, wearing a steel skirt armor, his whole body was knotted with muscles, his skin was like steel, and a sense of oppression came to his face.

The difference between the petite girl and the strong warrior in height and body shape gives people a huge sense of contrast.

"Good night, my name is Illya, Illya Sfil von Einzberen."

The petite girl came not far in front of Saber, lifted the hem of her skirt, and bent her legs slightly, performing the standard aristocratic etiquette.

"Do you remember the name, Saber?"

Saber was silent.

The face hidden under the hood of the raincoat even deflected slightly, I don't know if I don't know, or I am running away.

“…… It's also said that how can a creature like a Heroic Spirit remember the last time. ”

The silver-haired girl's eyebrows drooped slightly, and the little undetectable expectation in her heart was pinched off.

"Kill her, Berserker!"

The girl closed her eyes and tilted her head slightly.

Immediately, with a lovely voice, he gave a cruel order.

"Roar!!

The warrior who was beside her, with a terrifying body, suddenly bowed and let out a loud roar full of frenzied meaning, and then the muscles of his whole body squirmed and erupted—

"Boom ——!"