As the curtain came down on the first gladiatorial fight, the satisfied Romans sat back in their chairs.

Sure enough, gladiatorial fights are the most wonderful form of entertainment.

They think so from the bottom of their hearts.

Before the new gladiatorial fight began, the person in charge of the gladiatorial arena had already driven the slaves to clean the battlefield, and if it was a weekday, it would be cleaned about once every seven or eight days, mainly to clean up the bloodstains. But the Servant's battle is not a gentle thing. Not to mention, the attitude of Mordred and Artoria Alter, both of them want to kill each other, and the all-out Noble Phantasm will naturally have this exaggerated combat effect.

It's a pity for the slaves who sweep the gladiatorial arena.

By the way, because of the slave revolt, the attitude of the Roman aristocracy towards slaves was even worse. They were even more determined that these slaves should be deprived of their dignity, that is, they should be suppressed so that they no longer had the idea of resisting. But they turned a deaf ear to the real cause of the slave revolt.

In the preparation room of the gladiatorial arena, Yukisai Yagi and Marda are preparing.

"One, does it have to be like this?"

Marda's face was grim, and she held in both hands a white cloth garment, which was made of very little fabric and exposed large areas of skin on both sides. To put it bluntly, it is a simple piece of clothing with a piece of cloth in the front and back, and then sewn from the shoulder.

There is no defense at all.

"Ah...... It seems to be the rule of gladiatorial fighting. ”

Yukisai Yagi smiled wryly and shrugged.

Marda recalled, as if this was indeed the case, and that Mordred had been like that before.

And Artoria against her......

"That's not right! Isn't she wearing armor, the Lord of the Black?! ”

"Because she's a foreigner, let's open the net."

"I'm a foreigner, too!"

Marda complained to him angrily and anxiously, and tossed the fabric in her hand aside. Yukisai Yagi shrugged his shoulders with a look of pity.

"I thought I could fool you."

"You lied, didn't you? You must be lying, right? You ...... thing."

Marda's face was almost bruised, and her fists were clenched.

By the way, from the very beginning, slave gladiatorial fights did not need to follow the rules of slave gladiatorial fighting, and Rome was also reasonable, you are not Romans, so you will not force everyone to abide by the gladiator's style of dress, but everyone does it wishfully. It is also known as "following the local customs". Of course, even if everyone did wear armor, Emperor Nero would not see anything wrong.

By the way, at first, it was because there was a certain servant, when he heard about this rule, he didn't think about anything, and directly followed the naked battle of the Roman gladiators, and then everyone thought they were going to do it. Anyway, the Servant attaches more importance to his identity as a warrior than his gender. Having already died once, especially the warriors, they didn't care much about gender. The more typical one is Mordred, who would get angry if she was treated as a woman.

Marda's rebuke made Yagi Yukisai smile bitterly, after all, he was deceived in the first place.

Although he later realized that he was fooled when he found out that the Black King could also go into battle in armor, after all, he and Alexander were also shirtless at that time. I would like to add that he did make this suggestion with a crooked brain.

But, but, yes!! It's human nature, right?

The atmosphere for the two was relaxed.

Because it doesn't matter which team wins, the point is to play against Emperor Nero. When the time comes, just beat her. As the saying goes, two fists are no match for four hands.

According to Alexander's speculation, Emperor Nero is likely to challenge all the servants present in the final arena with his own strength. It's easier that way! In other words, if it is true that six or seven servants can't beat a Nero, then it is better to really give up saving the world as soon as possible. The difference in strength is too obvious.

While the two were chatting lightly, Mordred was brought in by Yae Shinjima in a wonderful pose.

Yae Niijima wrapped his arms around Mordred's waist as if he were holding a travel bag...... How funny to watch.

"Poof......

Yagi Yukisai laughed very unkindly.

"Laugh at your sister, bastard! Kill you! ”

The cyan eyes glared at him, and Mordred roared angrily.

"Cut...... Obviously, I still want to work hard with your share to beat up the kind of father who can't do it at all. As a result, you're still going to laugh at Lao Tzu?! ”

Mordred glared again, then looked away, and her voice grew quieter.

Yes, Mordred was not only for herself, but also for Yukisai Yagi's sake.

She...... There are no brothers and sisters in the sense that everyone understands.

The only mother thinks every day about raising her to be the murderer of King Arthur.

The father (daughter) who was related by blood only felt that she did not have the strength to become a king, and he was not gentle with her.

The children on the mother's side don't even know about this relationship, and even if there are a few insiders, their attitude towards her is not gentle.

Mordred grew up in an environment where she lacked love and peers.

This is the first time that this has been ...... It's like a companion.

She has a lot in common with Yagi Yukisai, plus his unique special connection to him who is related to him but is not at all......

How to say it, judging from the appearance, it seems that there is an extra big brother, and in terms of the actual mode of getting along, it seems that there is an extra brother. Sometimes, listening to him encourage yourself, you will feel as if he is your own father, although in a sense, he is also half his father......

This difficult relationship makes her in a state of concern for Yukisai Yagi.

Before, too, with the feeling of wanting to help him vent his evil anger, of course, he wanted to rebel against his father, let her look directly at him, and then launched a battle.

And that's how it turned out.

Defeated. He set an example for him if he didn't succeed.

In Mordred's eyes: he, like himself, is the product of King Arthur [who doesn't understand people's hearts] [can't choose an heir], and it is not himself who inherits the holy sword, but Mordred, the world's leading knight, but this Yagi Yukisai, who doesn't know anything, wants the holy sword but can't, he wants to live a peaceful life but was chosen as the heir.

This unreasonable differential treatment made Mordred even more angry with King Arthur.

Listening to her muttering about herself, although she couldn't fully understand Mordred's child's rather distorted values, she could at least hear that she cared about herself.

"Thanks, Mordred."

When he came back to his senses, he had already reached for Mordred's head, and through the black gloves, he held down Mordred's golden hair, which was sticking together with dirt and blood.

"Don't mess around, do you want to be beaten?"

"Ah, then you can fight it—ah!"

Yagi Yukisai originally wanted to say a big turn, but Mordred is obviously not the kind of calm character who can listen to what you say, listening to him say that he can fight casually, he kicked it at the time, because he was caught by Niijima Yae in the ribs, the position is not high, and he kicked it over, directly on his calf, and it hurt him so much that he grinned.

"What a fight?!"

As a result, Yagi Yukisai, a provocative person, showed a pitiful expression as if he had been bullied.

"Aren't you really beating idiots!"

"I want to comfort you?!"

"Leave it to you! Hide aside, white-idiot! It's 10 years too early to tell me! ”

"That's a long time."

Yukisai Yagi rubbed his calves and stood up and smiled wryly.

The gladiatorial arena has almost been repaired, and to say that it is repaired is actually to throw the newly transported sand and soil on the ruins of the previous battle. The person in charge of the gladiatorial arena felt that the next one was going to be destroyed anyway, so let's just make a fool of it.

Hearing the shouts outside, Yukisai Yagi and Marda each picked up their weapons and entered the arena.

"Hey, wait."

Just as Yukisai Yagi was leaving, Mordred suddenly stopped him.

"You take this."

He turned around, and a cold metal object had already slapped at his face, and Yagi Yukisai quickly caught it, it was an iron gauntlet thing.

The metal shape of the blade on the outside resembles the carapace of a shrimp.

This is Mordred's handguard. Looking over again, sure enough, the gauntlet on one of her hands was gone, revealing the red sleeves and white fingers inside.

"Wear this—give the knight king a good look, you're a knight trained by my Mordred."

"Oh, okay, no problem. The third knight in the world will not disgrace you. ”

"Idiot—you're still far away! Hawkers, forget it, at least this momentum. Come on. Yagi. ”

For the first time, Mordred called his name.

Adjusting his breathing and smiling, Yukisai Yagi put the silver gloves on his arms and strode into the gladiatorial arena.

He was greeted with a thunderous welcome from the citizens of Rome who cheered in unison.