The vehicle was parked in the deserted aisle, and after Natsume asked Kuyu Maiya to go to the highest point to help him control his vision, he carried Sora alone into the abandoned factory in the suburbs.

All around was black, with broken stones scattered haphazardly on the ground, and the wind whistled from the empty space without any frills.

Place Sora next to a support pillar and rest her back on it, and from here it looks like she's sleeping.

The bandage on her right hand had already been stained bright red with blood, and her chest slowly rose and fell from the faint breathing.

Then I heard the sound of another car brakes, and it seemed that Saber and Alice Fell had arrived.

Now, it's time to come into play.

Looking out through the gap, there were two figures standing in the square, and two other people were Alice Phil, who was sitting in the car, covering Sakura's eyes with her hands.

Outside, Saber and Lancer, with their swords in hand, confronted each other, and the two did not start a fight.

Natsume knew that because of the fight against the Sea Devils, Lancer broke her yellow* spear, the Red Rose of Kill, which allowed her to use her left hand to use the 'Excalibur of Oath Victory', so Saber would not use her left hand to hold the sword together, which was a sign of respect for Lancer and her own chivalry.

It's not clear what the meaning of chivalry is, but Natsume thinks that the ultimate victory is where the glory lies.

War is something that uses all means to achieve victory, and noble people don't want to live easily on the battlefield.

The battle between the two knights was indeed admirable, and Natsume wanted to see how their duel would end. But my own time and plot don't allow this.

In an unmanned space. Natsume took out a pack of cigarettes from her bosom. He pulled one out of it and put it in his mouth, and finally found that he didn't have a lighter on him at all.

Forget it, in fact, even if you have one, you won't smoke it.

He hated cigarettes.

Not just because it contains substances that are harmful to the human body, but because the smoke emitted when smoking is very annoying.

Ethereal and illusory, things that disappear in an instant are always disgusting.

Natsume, who was holding a cigarette butt and just shouting at it, saw a figure moving out of the darkness in a wheelchair.

He sat in his wheelchair, pushing it with both hands as he set his eyes on the battlefield below Lancer and Saber.

The whole person looked very dejected. But his eyes were mixed with excitement and a burst of angry fireworks.

Kenneth gritted his hands on the edge of the wheelchair and gritted his teeth as if he had seen an enemy.

Natsume threw a pebble over, and held out his right hand in a silent gesture as Kenneth looked over.

The muzzle of the light machine gun in his left hand was aimed at Sora's head, and Natsume beckoned to him again, which was a good evening greeting.

Kenneth, whose eyes widened and his expression became very angry, only fell silent when Sora was pointed at gunpoint, and the whole person gritted his teeth like a vicious dog that saw its prey.

Wanting to kill himself, Natsume can be sure of that.

His body trembled with anger, and there were some convulsions on his forehead. Kenneth raised his right hand to Natsume.

"No, don't hurt Sora."

"Then it's up to you to cooperate. Mr. Kenneth. ”

He threw the rolled-up essay from his bosom and floated through the air for some distance before being caught by Kenneth.

He opened it, his eyes on the words on it, and then looked up.

"Is this a 'self-enforced testimony -- SslfGeassScroll'?"

The SslfGeassScroll, a self-coercive testimony, uses the power of its own magic mark to impose the curse of 'Geas' on the caster, and in principle, its effect cannot be lifted by any means.

Once the magician signs the certificate and fulfills the conditions of the pledge for the certificate to take effect, even if the person who made the pledge is dead, even the soul of the deceased will be bound as long as the magic mark is inherited to the next generation.

Therefore, Kenneth knew that once he agreed to this essay, he could not worry about the man in front of him killing him and Sora.

Yes, it will be safe this way, and there is no need to worry about the safety of the two, but the requirements are-

"Do you want me to let Lancer finish himself?"

"Of course, you can save yourself and your wife with just one command, the Heroic Spirit who has long been bound to the past, and it doesn't matter if you kill him, magician."

Silenced, Kenneth recalled that the purpose of his participation in the Holy Grail War was only to increase his popularity, but wouldn't that mean giving up everything?

All the previous efforts and actions are in vain, and they will become garbage buried in the past, and this switch is the life of himself and Sora.

Natsume saw Kenneth staring at Sora, his eyes mixed with emotions.

As a reminder, Natsume shook the gun in his left hand and placed the muzzle of the gun on Sora's head.

How would you choose?

Kenneth sighed, his whole body as if he was losing his strength and was only supported by his wheelchair.

"I agree to this condition."

After saying that, Kenneth raised his right hand and said to the battlefield below

"I, Kenneth. Al Meloy. Aqipolud, as Lancer's Master, uses the Spell to order Lancer to end himself. ”

That's it, it's okay.

Natsume raised her gun and asked Kenneth to go with him to the scene.

There, as well as the one developing, named Dilumudo. The Heroic Spirit of Odina pierced his chest with a red spear.

The mouth, eyes, ears, began to overflow with blood.

"It seems to have worked."

Hearing Natsume's words, the Heroic Spirit who fell to the ground glared at this side.

"Ahhh!!hhh

Blood kept flowing.

"Are you so demanding of victory?! Do you not hesitate to go so far and demand the Holy Grail?! ”

Started wheezing and coughing.

"I trampled on my only prayer like this!"

Looking up at the people around him, Saber couldn't help but take a step back.

"Don't you have the slightest shame or guilt?! Never forgive! I will never forgive you for waiting! The deceased who are hungry for profit and insult the glory of knights! ”

Kenneth turned his face away, just hugged Sora tightly in his arms.

"Let my blood ruin your dreams!"

Spat out mouthfuls of blood and let out angry roars.

"I curse the Holy Grail, and let the wish bring disaster! One day you will fall into purgatory, and remember the grief and indignation of Dilumudo! ”

Turning into foam, the black-red particles disappeared into the air.

"In this way, I and your self-coercive testimony ......"

"No, that's not right."

Natsume raised his left hand, the muzzle of the machine gun was aimed at Kenneth and Sora, and the silver-black armor flashed on his arm for a moment.

"That's just, it's just a mandatory essay about that person......"

So, sorry.

The sound of gunfire and tongues of fire, as Kenneth's eyes widened, tore apart his and Sora's bodies. (To be continued......)