When the patriarch Jubstuttgart von Einzberen had left the chapel, Kiritsugu and Alice Fell stood up and opened the black cabinet that the patriarch had given them.

The two of them were immediately attracted by the items inside.

"Wow! I didn't expect parents to be able to find such a thing......"

Alice Phil, who was surprised, said as she looked at the contents of the box.

Even Kiritsugu, who was rarely surprised, looked shocked at the moment.

Inside the box was a scabbard: gold, decorated with striking and luxurious blue enamel, not so much an armament as a treasure of noble power resembling a crown or a scepter.

In the center of the scabbard is carved a legendary elven script, proving that it is not a work of human creation.

“…… It's unbelievable and flawless. Is this really an excavations from that ancient era 1,500 years ago? It was preserved as if it were brand new. ”

"This thing itself is just a conceptual weapon, if it were an ordinary physical object, it should have been weathered and destroyed after such a long time."

"However, as a holy relic, this scabbard is probably not only that simple, if you use the terminology of an Eastern cultivator, then this scabbard is undoubtedly a spiritual weapon, and it is the top one."

Alice Fell respectfully took the golden scabbard from the cabinet and raised it.

"As long as it is equipped, this scabbard can heal the wounds of its owner, and even the aging of the stagnant body, as the legend says...... Of course, it takes the 'real owner' to supply it with magic. ”

"In other words, if you use it flexibly with the summoned Heroic Spirit, the scabbard itself can be said to be the 'Master's Treasure'."

Although he was momentarily attracted by the craftsmanship of the scabbard, Kiritsugu immediately began to think about its use as a "tool".

And for her husband's style, Alice Phil can only smile bitterly: "It's really your consistent style, props can only be used as props after all, right?" ”

If you want to say that, so is the servant. No matter how famous a hero is, after being summoned as a servant, he is just a prop for the commander...... Whoever has any fantasies about them will not be able to win this battle. ”

When Kiritsugu is not a father or a husband, but a warrior, his side face is extremely cold from the perspective of others.

In the past, Alice Phil was also very afraid of Kiritsugu at this time before she really understood her husband's heart, but now it is different.

"This scabbard should suit you very well, that's how the old ancestor judged."

"Is that really what you think?" Kiritsugu was visibly dissatisfied.

If the old man Ahat, who had tried everything to get this holy relic, learned that his son-in-law actually reacted like this when he saw this gift, he would definitely be so angry that he couldn't even speak.

"Are you very dissatisfied with the gift that your ancestor gave you?" Half blaming Kiritsugu for being inferior, half with some interest, Alice Phil asked.

"How come, the old man has done a good job, and the other commanders probably don't have a card bottom that can match this."

"So, what's so bad?"

"Alas, because according to my observation, the heroic spirit summoned by this holy relic may be a knight king with a strong sense of justice." Emiya Kiritsugu sighed with some sighs.

“…… It turns out that you are worried about the contract with the 'Knight King'. ”

"Of course, who else is the person who has nothing to do with the knighthood but me." With a hint of banter, Kiritsugu smiled meanly.

"Decent duels are not my style, especially when faced with a life-and-death battle. If you snipe, you can choose to start when the opponent is asleep or with his back to you, without notifying the opponent of the time and place, and kill the enemy more efficiently and surely...... With such a strategy, I'm afraid that the noble knight uncle will not play with me. ”

Alice Fell silently watched the flawless brilliance of the scabbard. Indeed, Kiritsugu was such a warrior who would stop at nothing for the sake of victory, and if you think about it, he is the most incompatible with the person who once wore this scabbard.

“…… It's a shame, though. If you are the wielder of the Excalibur, you will definitely be the strongest in the Saber class. ”

This exquisite scabbard is one of the noblest swords of all time.

That's right, it's a relic of the legendary Knight King Arthur Pendragon from the Middle Ages.

"yes." Saber' is one of the strongest classes among the seven classes offered by the Holy Grail, plus if you can get the Knight King...... It can be said that I have been obeyed by the invincible Heroic Spirit. ”

"The question is, how exactly should I use this strongest combat power. Truth be told, in terms of ease of use and suitability, the Heroic Spirit of the Caster or Assassin class is better for me. ”

Emiya Kiritsugu looked at this beautiful scabbard with some hesitation, unsure if he really wanted to use this holy relic.

Alice Phil said with a smile on her face: "It's okay, I believe that you will be able to perfectly control the heroic spirit summoned by this holy relic, after all, the Knight King should also pursue justice, so your great justice will definitely resonate with the Knight King's justice." ”

"But...... I know. ”

Emiya Kiritsugu originally wanted to refute something, but looking at his wife's somewhat stubborn expression, he finally reluctantly agreed.

"An, since you have promised me, then without further ado, let's summon the Knight King quickly."

Alice Fell was a little happy to see that her husband had agreed to her request, so she offered to summon the Heroic Spirit.

"Okay."

As a magician killer, Emiya Kiritsugu is not like ordinary people after all, and since he has decided to summon the Knight King as his heroic spirit, he naturally has to act immediately.

"I don't know if the other participants in the Holy Grail War have succeeded in summoning their Heroic Spirits, so it seems that she needs to bother to investigate."

While Alice Phil was holding the scabbard relic to help Kiritsugu prepare for the summoning ceremony, Emiya Kiritsugu lit a cigarette and thought silently.

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In a corner of Fuyuki City's deep mountain town, there is a clearing surrounded by miscellaneous trees.

After magically confirming that no one else was watching, Webb Wilwitt cautiously began to prepare for the summoning ceremony.

The three roosters who had been struggling and crowing all day today, and who had been tormenting Weber's nerves, were first sent to meet King Yama by him in a happy mood, of course, this was not revenge, but only for the need to summon.

While the dripping rooster's blood had not yet coagulated, a standard magic circle that summoned the Heroic Spirit must be drawn on the ground.

This step was not wrong because Webb had practiced it countless times.

As the ritual progressed, the formation of summoning the Heroic Spirit was also shrouded in brilliant colors little by little, and it was extremely beautiful in the dark.

"Manifest, manifest, listen to my word, if so, five times. The restraint scale is quickly broken. Webber chanted the incantation as he carefully sprinkled a few drops of his own blood onto the ground.

When his blood fell on the summoning formation, the light on the formation quickly rose several levels.

At the same time, the magic power in Webber's body is not too much and is also absorbed by the formation more quickly, judging from the absorption speed of the formation, within a few minutes, Webber will probably be sucked dry.

Fortunately, the summoning ceremony also came to the final stage.

Now, it's time to test yourself as a magician, and if you fail, you won't even be able to save your life.

While nervous in his heart, Webb did not feel any fear in the slightest.

With a passion for power, a relentless pursuit of goals, and a relentless pursuit of goals, Weber Wilwitt is undoubtedly an excellent magician in terms of personality alone.

"—Woo-hoo, my will is your command, and my destiny is your kingship. Dwelling in the Holy Grail, if it is from this will, if it is obeyed, at my call—"

The feeling of magic traveling all over the body, as a magician, I am afraid that I will not be able to get rid of the cold and pain caused by the wriggling of the magic circuit in my body for a day, but Webb gritted his teeth and endured it and continued to chant.

—hereby make an oath. I am the sum of all the evils in the world—"

(To be continued)