I've always wanted to be redeemed.

This is not a wish, but an extravagant wish; This is not a seeking, but a thirst.

Think about it, think about it with that stupid and dull mind, what is the reason why you were chosen to be here?

It's simple, it's pretty clear.

I came here and I was not needed.

Even if you disappear suddenly, no one will care about you, no one will cry for you, shed tears for a murderer, I believe no one wants to do this.

In this way, it is somewhat confusing whether there is meaning in the efforts made.

Well, stop thinking like that.

Now I just need to take a step.

The act of killing is artistic.

Everything in front of him is like this to Natsume.

After getting out of the car with Saber, after walking through the forest of Einzberen, the two saw a group of children surrounded by a group of children named Caster Gilles. Morality. Rice's Heroic Spirit.

He held a book and looked humble when he saw Saber beside Natsume, and then bowed deeply.

Holding the thick leather book in his right hand, Caster held out his hand to Joan of Arc.

"Oh! My Holy Maiden! Great Joan of Arc! You're still so beautiful! Come! Let me go, back to where we need to go. ”

"I've said it before, I'm not the one called Joan of Arc, and compared to this, let me release the children!"

Released the child?

Caster tilted his head, and he let go of the children around him. The children ran towards the dark forest at once.

The footsteps faded away. Caster looked at the voice that had vanished. With his right hand, he grabbed the head of a little boy.

"Joan of Arc! I have released the child as you commanded, and now there is only one left, and behold, your order is absolute to me! ”

"Then let the Zuihou kid go!"

"Of course there is no problem."

Caster let go, and the frightened little boy ran towards Saber, who tried to reach out and hug him, but Natsume pushed him away.

Natsume looked at the little boy running over, pulled out a machine gun from his side and pulled the trigger on his head.

The flower of blood bloomed, and a bloody hole appeared in the back of the head. The frightened appearance of the little boy also froze instantly, and his body fell straight down.

A drop of blood splattered on Saber's face, her eyes widened, her teeth gritted, her angry body fighting.

Looking at the child who had lost his life, Saber stepped in front of Natsume.

“Master！ weishenme！ weishenme! What's the point of that! Even if you're my Master! I'll do something like that—too! ”

The blade wrapped in the Wind King's enchantment in his hand seemed to be screaming, and the wind blade seemed to be aimed at Natsume's neck.

Pointing ahead disappreciatively, Natsume's voice stammered a little.

"That man, his whole body has been swallowed by the magic array, if you come into contact with him."

The voice did not fall. The little boy's body began to swell as he fell to the ground.

Whether it's the head or the arms. The abdomen is good, too, and all begin to swell like a boil, and the shareholder, zuihou burst.

Red blood stained the earth, and the original scent of grass was only the smell of blood.

The children who fled before have also become the same, that is, black tentacles that burst out of their bodies, tentacles that are manipulated by providing infinite magic.

Shaking and sticky, it looks like a ghost hand pulled by hell, which is disgusting.

With an awe-inspiring look in his eyes, Saber stepped forward from Natsume's side.

She waved her left hand, and even though the armor in the palm of her hand was shaking, Saber didn't flinch.

Because that's not fear, it's anger.

With a sword in both hands, Saber already saw Caster as an enemy completely.

"What's the matter, Joan of Arc, I did it for you! If you don't, you won't come with me!" ”

"No need to talk nonsense!"

"Don't get involved in such a boring bullshit Holy Grail War, now that you've gained such a powerful liliang, Joan of Arc should do something else! Don't waste your time here! ”

"The Holy Grail War?"

Saber pursed her lips, then announced loudly.

"At this moment! I'm not here to fight you as a Heroic Spirit! but as the king of Britain! A king who guards others grips the hilt of his sword! You will be my enemy! Swear by the glory of a knight! Never again! ”

Ahh!!!!h

Caster clasped his hands together, his expression more pleasing than before.

"It's wonderful, it's wonderful! This is Joan of Arc! This supreme purity of heart is what I seek! Yes! Thank you so much for the Holy Grail! ”

One way or another.

Caster stopped his movements and looked solemnly.

"In any case, please ask the saint to leave with me!"

After saying that, those pure black tentacles swarmed up.

Move!

Standing in front of Natsume, Saber met him with both blades in his hands, his movements quick and simple.

Turning himself into a blade, Saber lunges forward!

Slash! Hack and slash! The invisible blade became her hands and feet, wielding it at will, like a Valkyrie on the battlefield, the light of the sword was her note, and the edge of the knife was her musical score, interpreting the music of a battle.

Seeing the tentacle piercing from his left side, Saber slashed it off before it could wrap around his body, easily splitting it in two.

Ended an attack, Heroic Spirit Impact!

Saber was the most induced by the attack he had just made, and his body sped up after slashing forward.

The enemy of the blade is Caster.

But!

Again! The tentacles that had been severed by themselves quickly recovered, and they wound around from all directions.

Saberzhanzhu leaned in, swung the blade out to the left side, a semicircular track directly cut off the tentacles in the front, relying on this slash Saber flexibly turned his body, and at the same time moved sideways, there was a slash.

The tentacles that had been severed and fell fell to the ground, but they stuck back like slime.

What the?

None of the attacks just now worked?

"Unfortunately, Joan of Arc, my magic is infinite! Come on! Don't struggle! You can't beat me here! As long as you are good haode follow me......"

Sting!

The tentacles were all piled up in front of Caster, blocking Saber's blades.

"I can't help it."

Seeing that persuasion was fruitless, Caster waved one hand, and the overwhelming tentacles poured up together.

Natsume wants to make a move, but there are others who join the battlefield more quickly than himself.

The twin guns danced, cutting off all the blades wherever they went.

“Saber！ It looks like a struggle! Now we are not enemies! Rather, it is a 'companion' on the temporary front! So, let's kill this man together! ”

The one who came was none other than Lancer the Servant. (To be continued......)