"Joan of Arc?"

Listening to his disciple Yan Feng Qili say the name of this famous heroine, Tosaka touched his chin and said curiously: "Could it be that Joan of Arc in ancient times?" ”

"I'm not sure about that...... However, in any case, the words and deeds of that heroic spirit were very strange, completely beyond the normal comprehension of ordinary people. ”

Yan Feng Qili gave an example: "That heroic spirit always said that the Holy Grail is already in my hands, and I must save Joan of Arc, the ruthless gods, etc., what he said is completely ungraspable. ”

"Personally, I think...... That Heroic Spirit and his master are probably in their brains, and they probably didn't even take the Holy Grail War into it. ”

Hearing what his disciple said, Tosaka Shichen sighed deeply and said.

"Is it the eighth servant who committed the murderous act because of insanity and the master who is completely unable to control the situation? After all, why would the Holy Grail choose such guys as contestants? ”

"Forget it, about the eighth place, let's discuss it after your father comes, and now Qili can tell me about Saber's side......"

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Today, the sun is already shining.

Under the dazzling sunlight, the school's uniform thin stepping tent could not block the sunlight at all.

Originally, the two-person space in the tent, which was still a little dark, was suddenly illuminated by the sunlight, which made the students who wanted to sleep lazy have to pass this plan.

"Hmm~Hmm~"

Liu Ling let out a lazy sound, sat up from the sleeping bag with his eyes closed, and stretched out comfortably.

Because he lived in the same tent as Saruyama Jinji, it was easy to see any flaws if he cultivated, so last night Liu Ling closed his eyes and slept after practicing for a while after adding some spiritual power.

It's not early, and although it's not yet eight o'clock, it's not far off.

After Liu Ling's mental strength improved, his sense of hearing was much sharper, so he could clearly hear the sound of someone boiling water to wash, getting up, getting dressed, and folding quilts.

After stretching his waist, Liu Ling, who was full of vitality all over his body, opened his eyes, picked up the glasses that were placed aside and put them on his face, covering a trace of silver at the edge of his black pupils.

Maybe he was awakened by Liu Ling's voice, and Saruyama Jinji, who was also sleeping in the sleeping bag, also woke up, and his sleepy eyes were still a little hazy and poked his head out of the sleeping bag, glanced at Liu Ling, and said.

"Ah, Lingjun, the teacher didn't set a time to get up today, why did you get up so early? I finally had a chance to sleep in. ”

"Hehe, waking up early is good for your body, and I'm used to getting up early, and I can't sleep anymore if I want to."

Liu Ling smiled and got out of his sleeping bag, picked up the black long-sleeved shirt he had taken off before going to bed and put it on.

However, Liu Ling, who was concentrating on getting dressed, naturally didn't notice it, and Saruyama Jinji, who was staring at Liu Ling's fair skin from the side, had a flush on his face.

Liu Ling's fair skin is very smooth, and his facial features are also very delicate, even if he wears glasses, he does not lose much beauty, but also adds a few traces of weak scholarly atmosphere, and a few long strands of black silk are pinned behind his ears, this scenery is not a woman but it is better than many beauties.

So the blushing Saruyama Jinji, the phenomenon that men have after waking up in the morning has also become stronger because of Liu Ling's stimulation.

After putting on his shoes and socks, Liu Ling was stunned for a moment when he saw Saruyama Kinji with a strange flush on his face, and then walked out of the tent after saying hello.

At this time, several students were carrying a large pot full of hot water and pouring hot water into a thermos.

At this time, Liu Lingshi came out of the tent very coincidentally.

As soon as these boys saw Liu Ling, a beautiful and somewhat excessive pseudo-girl, suddenly come out of the tent, they were startled, and the cauldron full of hot water in their hands almost fell because of this.

Liu Ling saw this scene and immediately had the urge to laugh.

I think that when he was still in high school in his last life, he also organized spring outings in his class, and then there were students in similar situations.

Today's high school students, why are they so uneasy?

Liu Ling, who was talking to himself in his heart, picked up a bottle full of hot water from the gaze of the boys in a hurry and began to scrub it.

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Jingle bells

“...... Excuse me, is this the home of a Macekhi? ”

"Huh? Oh, that's right, this is indeed the name of the owner. ”

"Uh...... Well, the signatory...... Conquer King Iskandar...... My lord - who is it? ”

"Hahaha, of course it's me."

“...... Ahh......h Ah, so this is what you ordered online, so if you're sure you want to take it, please sign it here. ”

"Oh, signed? Good. ”

The big man picked up the tiny pencil with his big hand and wrote his name on the list one by one.

"Okay, sign it, that's it."

"Thank you very much, and besides, it's really a hit...... Excuse me. ”

"Well, nothing, thank you for delivering what I wanted."

The big man said in a thick voice to the postman, who had been beaten more than two ends than him.

In the Quran where I have lived as if I was living in my own home, I am completely accustomed to living here. In the second-story bedroom of the Mackaki home, Weber. Velvet had to wake up from his sleep because of the loud voice of the big man below.

At this point, the sun outside is already high.

But Weber, like an office worker on his usual day off, lay lazily on the bed motionless, unwilling to get up for a long time.

But there's a reason for that. Probably lying down like this and doing nothing, Webb wouldn't feel miserable anymore.

Webb felt that everything that had happened up to this point was like a dream, or a nightmare.

The terrible death fight and destruction...... It's really hard for people who have seen it to calm down the emotion in their hearts.

I really hope this is just a dream that can be escaped, but unfortunately, the blood-red spell is still engraved on the back of his left hand, always reminding Webb that this is not a dream, but a fact.

Webb, as the master of the rider, had personally experienced the fierce battle of the five servants last night, which was definitely not acting, but a complete reality.

Just last night, young Webb stepped into such a brutal battlefield for the first time, and for the first time shuttled between life and death.

The intense fear and trembling that he had never felt before were now left in Webber's heart, and now Weber still had some feelings in his heart, but it was not fear or anything like that, what was surging in his heart at the moment was the joy and impulse of immortality.

Webber didn't really do anything last night, he didn't actually participate in the battle, and all his actions were dictated by his heroic spirit, Iskandar, the conquering king.

Webb's only one thing he did as a master was to stand next to his servant and watch everything that was happening, and he even fainted for a short time at the height of the battle.

It's a shame to say this, and it's no wonder that those colleagues called themselves braggart cowards when they were in the clock tower.

"But...... The heroic spirit of that child's size is really brave and powerful. ”

Webb's eyes stared blankly at the sunlit ceiling, thinking back to the smaller, but more formidable, beautiful figure he had seen last night.

The Heroic Spirit of that rank caster is obviously only a long-range combat profession, obviously so much shorter than his Webber, obviously he looks like a schoolboy, but he is so brave, and he is inseparable from the tall Lancer, and he can't see any fear at all.

Compared to himself, he didn't even have the courage to stand on a higher bridge.

Compared with that heroic caster, this kind of self is simply inferior to more than a dozen, no, more than a hundred streets.

Webber, ashamed of his cowardly character, closed his eyes, and it took a while to regain his spirits and start getting up and putting on his pants.

Just as he was wearing his belt, Webb, who was aware of it, suddenly noticed that the snoring that usually rang in his ears was gone this morning.

Webber hurriedly inspected the room, but found that the rider who was supposed to lie in bed and sleep lazily didn't even have a shadow today.

This now made Webb a little panicked.

The big man he hated very much, since he was summoned by himself, he had refused to turn into magic and return to his body, so it was only natural that he slept in this room last night.

But not now.

As Rider, as his servant, if he was still in the room, it was impossible for Webb not to feel any breath in this room.

So now there is only one possibility, and that is that the rider is not in this house.

Where did that guy go?

Webber was a little panicked and dressed, and was about to go downstairs to look for it, but before he could open the door to the room, there was a sound of footsteps coming upstairs from the stairs of the corridor.

(To be continued)