"Lancelot?"

Alice Fell turned her head and looked at Saber, as long as she knew a little bit about King Arthur, it was impossible not to know what the name meant.

For Saber, who is bent on recovering his kingdom, this name is the fuse for his kingdom to begin to collapse, but unlike what she thought, Saber's eyes widened with a strange expression that he had never shown since his arrival.

The face that always had a smile as warm as the sun was full of confusion and uneasiness.

Both because of that name and because of that Lancelot's face.

Beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, sliding down his pale face, an expression he hadn't shown even yesterday when he faced Enkidu and Gilgamesh in the battle of the century.

I couldn't see the calmness and calmness of scolding Fang Xuan on the battlefield, only confusion and surprise remained.

"Is this kind of thing possible?"

Saber let out a hoarse voice, as if to deny the cold reality, "Is one of me and Lancelot from another world?" ”

"My king......" Seeing Saber understand this fact so quickly, Lancelot lowered his head deeply, "My king from another world, contemptible Lancelot, I am deeply ashamed, even in another completely different world, even in the face of you, as a man, I still did things that should not have been......"

"Don't mind...... I don't blame anyone, Lancelot," Saber raised his sword again, "and the only one who is at fault is myself." ”

"Lancelot, although I am not your king, I still have to give you a piece of advice, since you are fighting with your dreams, you don't have to care about the past, so, show your sword!"

Facing such a decisive King Arthur, Lancelot was visibly stunned for a moment, and then, he smiled bitterly, and his eyes regained their composure like the surface of a lake.

I didn't expect it to be such a scene, different from what I thought, compared to Artoria, Saber in front of him, even if he has experienced so much, is still like a real king of perfection, always able to judge everything calmly and face the predicament with extreme correctness.

Although the face is completely different, the Knight King is really still the Knight King.

Is it possible for the king he serves to appear in such a state? In that case, you have to ask.

What dreams he would have in pursuit of the Holy Grail, and whether he would be unhappy with his end, he had to get an answer, and only then could he alleviate his sins.

"Bored, I want to see rivers of blood."

Roland yawned, "Call me again when one of you two is gone, and before then, I'll go see my dear daughter." ”

With Lancelot's block, Roland came to Alice Phil's side smoothly and held the other party's hand.

Without even a symbolic struggle, Alice Phil closed her eyes as if resigned to her fate, and sank into the darkness with Roland.

"Alice Phil!"

Even if he knew that Roland did not have murderous intentions for his master, Saber couldn't sit idly by, but, just like a reproduction of history, in the face of Roland who took Alice Phil, Lancelot sighed, and played the role of protector, blocking Saber's face.

"Don't worry, Saber, if you really want to save your master, then use all your resources to kill Berserker, however, I advise you not to be careless, although he has lost the correction of madness and is not in the strongest rank, after this guy draws his sword, he is definitely not an easy character to deal with."

"Whew-"

As if trying his hand, Lancelot slowly drew a magic sword with a glow like a lake shining under the moon, with elven inscriptions on both sides of the sword.

In the hands of the wild goose, Lancelot would endanger the life of the master even if he pulled out this magic sword, but in Roland's hands, Lancelot did not feel any burden, and the magic supply from the master was like a bottomless abyss.

"An indestructible lake."

Saber also showed a nostalgic look, and began to give up superfluous distractions, and put all his heart into the battlefield in front of him, although things were wrong, the holy sword in his hand also began to hum excitedly as if it had been called.

Lancelot sighed and gave a knightly salute to Saber.

Now that he has faced the Knight King with a sword, the next thing he has to do is to show his respect with all his strength!

"My king, be careful."

In the stunned look of the old sword, Lancelot, who had lost his madness but pulled out his treasure, rushed towards him with a speed far faster than his own, and in the blink of an eye, the distance between the two was only one step, and the sharp wind like a blade cut Saber's armor with a thud.

And the second half of the other party's words came slowly.

"Although I am suspected of boasting, in the Knights of the Round Table, in one-on-one combat, I am very strong."

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"Even the caster was brought, are you so relieved berserker? Saber is very strong. ”

Entering the gate of the city of Einzbelen, Alice Phil, who was holding her hand, glanced at Caster, who was quietly following behind her, and pretended to be casual.

"On paper, Saber is the best in this Holy Grail War, and unless Lancelot gets the same correction, the odds aren't very high, not to mention, after Berserker gains sanity, both of these guys tend to treat each other as a meal replacement."

Roland smiled meaningfully, "Therefore, the guilty Berserker fought with the Knight King who was still dreaming, and he was the one who lost." ”

"And you still have? If this continues, the berserker you got so hard to get may be out of the game, right? ”

"Wouldn't that be better?"

Roland smiled at Alice Field, like the fangs of a beast when it sees its prey when it sees it.

"Is it possible, from the beginning, that I was looking forward to this scene? Compared with the terrifying knight king, the holy sword envoy who guards the world is much easier to operate. ”

Alice Fair's face turned pale, and even if she had been in the castle and had not asked about the world, she could understand what Roland meant.

She really couldn't understand Roland's motives and purpose, and she didn't even know if Roland had another purpose in coming to see Illya.

But Roland didn't look at her, just came to the hallway, and before he could make a move, the door slowly opened with a tooth-aching sound.

A small white head poked out of it, looked at Alice Fell in confusion, as if she had just woken up, and greeted in a soft voice.

"Mom, you're back?"

Alice Field, who was held by Roland and still had a tangled face just now, heard this voice, the expression on her face instantly changed into a gentle smile as usual, and she took the initiative to take Roland's hand.

Although she has no contact with the outside world at all, every mother is a natural actor.

"Illya, look, who did Mommy bring home?"

The young girl, like a fairy in the snow, raised her head and froze for a moment, her little face turning crimson.

Illya burst out of action that was completely inappropriate for her age, and jumped to her feet, throwing herself into Roland's arms, making a sound like a dream.

"Father's ——!"