Webb wakes up from a dreamless deep sleep.

When you open your eyes, you will see the same darkness as you did in your sleep. This miscellaneous forest, where it slept by itself during the day, was now completely plunged into starlight and hazy darkness.

Night fell again. For those in command of the Servant, this is an inevitable time to fight. The night breeze as cold as murderous intent did not make him feel the slightest uneasiness, and the aura that made this uneasiness and fear disappear was all around him. The materialized Rider is fully ready for battle and is flipping through Homer's poems.

The hard cover, which was heavy and depressing to Weber, was small and thin in the eyes of the conquerors. This giant man is concentrating on the small world of words. The action of flipping through the scroll is full of interest, and even the feeling of fingertips is particularly cherished.

It seemed that he really liked the book, and Webb couldn't help but smile wryly. If Rider were to be asked "Why was he born?", his answer would not be one of his ambitions to conquer the world, but rather "You can't read without your fingers, okay?" This man is such a person. A hero who longs for a distant place, wants to use good food and wine, and regards the ambition to conquer the world as an ordinary desire to eat and sleep. This peculiar personality attracted many men who followed him all their lives.

In the history of mankind, there has been such a man.

"Huh, boy, are you awake?"

Rider's interest in Achilles' adventures, which he had read countless times, remained undiminished, smiling like a naughty child and looking at Webb. Whoever it is, he's going to have that smile. Whether it's for the heroes who have lived and died together, or for the good-for-nothing contractors like Weber.

“...... Didn't I say you'd wake me up at night? What the hell are you doing?"

"Ah, I'm sorry. I was fascinated by it unconsciously. However, it was still early at night. I don't think I need to be so anxious tonight, just settle down. ”

"Why?"

"Because tonight is the battle that the king has scheduled!"

He just said with his chest held out as if nothing had happened. Webber swallowed and nodded slightly, he had been preparing for the upcoming battle for a long time. Whether it's the last battle or not, he decides to face it with Rider.

The air of the night was too calm, and the air that swept through his skin made him feel that the Holy Grail War had reached its climax.

The decisive battle is about to begin!

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"Thank you very much for your hospitality!"

He bowed slightly, expressing his gratitude to the old man Gulan. By the time Artoria left the old couple's house, the beautiful sunset had already stained the sky of Fuyuki City.

I've wasted a lot of time here, and if Kiritsugu knew, even if he didn't say it, he would definitely blame himself in his heart. But what can be done, Artoria has never thought to consider Emiya Kiritsugu's feelings.

And now Kiritsugu must be immersed in Alice Phil's departure, if he still has a trace of humanity.

The night gradually deepened. Artoria walks alone on the mountain path, and if it were an ordinary human girl, she must be terrified, after all, there is no shortage of strange stories in the mountains and forests in Japan. However, Artoria's existence itself is far above these fantasies, and if there are really 100 ghosts holding a night walk behind the dense grass in front of them, then it is precisely those 100 ghosts who need to flee in panic. After all, if Artoria had the heart, they would be a better source of magic than humans.

Standing on the hillside, you can see the whole city of Fuyuki from the deep mountain town to the coast. If you look into the distance, you can see the sea dyed red by the setting sun, and even the cargo ships moored in the harbor.

This is a good sight, and no matter how magnificent the city of Holy Britain is depicted in the history books, it cannot be compared to the modern skyscraper. After all, the times are in constant progress, and if the human society that has entered the information age cannot be compared with the civilization of the feudal period, it has to be said that it is the sadness of the times.

It's been a long time since Artoria has been alone to look down on this scene, for a long, long time... If she had to talk about the concept of time, Artoria probably wouldn't be able to answer it. The moment she departed from the timeline, she had lost the concept of time, and that was going back much further.

Just as Artoria was about to take a walk, a flash of magic suddenly erupted in the woods not far away. The bright colors seem to convey the message of "come here if you want to fight", which means that this is a guy who is in a hurry to lure his opponent to his designated decisive battle.

Is it a naked provocation......

Smiling slightly, it was not the first time Artoria had seen this kind of situation. Not so long ago, the dead lancer did the same. However, compared to that time, the magic power this time is obviously much larger and more domineering.

Without any thought, Artoria could have figured out that Artoria, who could have done such a move, could have figured it out with her eyes closed, and it must have been someone else except the bold King of Conquest. Rider, it seems that you have already thought about your opponent, I have to say that this is a wise choice, let me see your so-called royal road again!

"Good evening, rider!"

With a light step to the land of the eruption of magic, Artoria saw the King of Conquest standing tall in the woods. The wide cloak fluttered with the night wind, and the red furious hair stood on end, looking like it was not pulling the wind.

"You're really fast, Saber, the king's invitation has just been sent."

"Of course, although it was delayed by some unnecessary things, but today's target is you, rider! I have been looking for you for so long, but I didn't expect you to come here for a picnic, it's really interesting. ”

Glancing at the bento box on the grass, Artoria was intrigued by the reckless man who had a picnic at the end of the war. This unconventional king can bring Artoria a different degree of "surprise" every time he appears, which makes Artoria look forward to new tricks every time she meets Rider.

"Aha, this is a trick made by that Webber kid, but this king thinks it's pretty good, it's completely different from the style of eating and sleeping in the past when marching and fighting!"

Touching his head, even though he is about to face the most difficult war in history, Rider can still talk and laugh with his opponent.

"But then again, didn't your Maste come with you this time, Saber?"

In the past, Artoria and Alice Fell were inseparable, and Artoria could always be found next to her when she was moving. However, Rider saw Artoria coming alone at this time, so he asked out of curiosity.

"With that level of magic, I think Maste will be there soon. ”

She doesn't want to tell outsiders about Alice Fair's condition, and Artoria is referring to Maste here as her real master, Kiritsugu Emiya. As Artoria said, such a powerful burst of magic like a rider to provoke an opponent is probably something that all the magicians in the city can feel for a while. Kiritsugu, who is not far from here, with his character, how can he not come over and cause trouble.

"I just meant to invite you to come, and I don't need to bother with those jumping clowns. That's all for talking, and you must already know the purpose of inviting you here tonight, King Arthur!"

"Naturally, you want to return to Valhalla but you can't find it, so you want to ask me for help, right?"

Both men see each other as their biggest rivals and don't want to be left behind in either way. In just a few words, Artoria was sharp, which was rare because she was not a person to talk about. However, in a battle of this level, the psychological factor is also very important, and Artoria will not miss the opportunity to attack her opponent in any way.

"Hahaha, that's funny, King Arthur, but your mouth alone won't win me over King Iskander!"

Rider has never been an opponent who can be defeated by words, even in the face of a "mongrel" hero king can drink with him calmly, it can be described as an out-and-out rough nerve.

"yes, in that case, come up with something that leaves you speechless, rider!"

The magic power of the moment was released, and the two holy swords also appeared. Artoria, who was still talking and laughing a moment ago, showed her edge at this moment.

"I've been waiting for a long time tonight!"