Chapter 42 Big Blue Dog vs Golden Lion King
Fuyuki Bridge.

On the high bridge, the cold wind blew the king's cloak.

The King of Conquerors, Iskandar, sat cross-legged, drinking the mediocre wine in his hand. Beside him were the princesses who had not yet been conquered—Weber, Velvet.

"I...I want to get off. Damn it! Let me go! I, I...I can't stand it."

The delicate princess was trembling with fear.

Weber, who is young, has always stayed in the ivory tower and is a student by profession. He stands on a bridge dozens of meters high. He has to lie down to avoid being blown down by the cold wind.

"What an impatient fellow."

Iskandar was tall and muscular, his expression remained unchanged and his voice was calm:
"Waiting to see what happens is also part of the battle."

Waver, the Master, did not heed the King's teachings.

He was still in great fear, crouching on the bridge and trembling.

"I really want to go back...I really want to go back to England..."

The overwhelming fear made his desire to prove himself and gain recognition disappear.

"I told you, don't be so impatient."

Iskandar was a little helpless, but in just a moment, he discovered something else:
"Look, the situation has finally changed. Hahahaha. I'm excited."

The king's heroic laugh slightly dispelled the princess's fear. He looked in the direction Iskandar was facing, but saw nothing.

At the mouth of the Mion River, warehouse street.

The pale light illuminated the unattended container.

The street lights on the roadside stand quietly, seemingly serving a special purpose.

The loyal big blue dog frowned slightly.

"Still no one is coming?"

"Does it mean that the Heroic Spirits participating in the Holy Grail War this time are very conservative, or..."

"No, no! Those who can become heroic spirits are those who can do things that ordinary people cannot do and achieve achievements that ordinary people cannot accomplish..."

Diarmuid, who is releasing his own energy and seeking battle, is emitting thoughts.

Huh~!

A cold wind blew, but Diarmuid did not feel cold at all. Instead, his body became warmer.

Feeling the gradually approaching, unconcealed power, his brows relaxed:
"I have been walking around this city with my head held high all day, but no one is willing to show their face. You are the only strong person who accepted my invitation."

"From this clear fighting spirit, it seems that you are Saber, right?"

A body as lean as iron and a face as beautiful as a succubus.

Lancer, Diarmuid, here we go!

In the restaurant, Jianchen Matou widened his eyes and stared closely at the tablet in his hand, unwilling to miss any details on it.

Uncle Liu, who was reading the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, lost interest after just a glance.

"Exactly!"

Saber in front of Diarmuid replied:

"And you are the Lancer?"

Exquisite looks, petite figure, fitted black suit, and dazzling blonde hair.

Kenshin Matou had no idea what Diarmuid was thinking, he was completely attracted to it.

"elder brother…!"

His younger sister Sakura, who was sitting next to him, had a tense face and pulled at his collar in dissatisfaction.

"Brother is doing something very serious, Sakura, be good."

Touching Sakura's head, Kenshin Matou did not turn his head.

The slight neglect made Sakura puff up her face and she looked at the blonde beauty on her tablet with dissatisfaction, who was exactly the same as the one her brother saw.

"It's really a disappointing restraint that I can't even exchange names with my opponent who I'm about to fight to the death."

Diarmuid was waving a pistol and a spear in his hands. Although he felt regretful, he obviously did not intend to miss the only opponent who came tonight.

Now that she has been invited, Saber will naturally not back down.

The calm air trembled, and the unswept dust on the ground was raised.

The black suit disappeared, and what appeared in sight was a blue and white battle robe. Jianchen Jianchen, who was looking at the tablet, curled his lips, but he was not very regretful.

High technology plus enchantments allowed him to record the entire battle and watch it at his leisure later.

but……

The happy mood is not complete.

Looking at Mr. Liu playing with his phone, he sighed and advised again:

"My dear ancestor, would you like to take a look?"

"I know you are a heroic spirit, and I don't mind your death, but can you bear to see your descendants being killed at will by foreign heroic spirits in this war, in a foreign country?"

No matter how much people tried to persuade him with reason and emotion, Uncle Liu remained unmoved.

The slight breach in his defense and the threat of moral blackmail made Uncle Liu want to laugh.

"Don't bother your ancestors, isn't there a recorded broadcast? You can watch it first, and I'll watch it again after I finish reading the book. Why are you in such a hurry?"

With these words of impatience, Uncle Liu immersed himself in the stories of his descendants.

Only his Master was left, looking pitiful.

The battle inside the tablet continues.

Holding an invisible sword, the Lion King is ready for battle.

The fake Master behind her, Ashliviel von Einzbern, had a look of worry on her face.

"Saber...be careful."

With her hands on her chest, Irisviel, who was only proficient in healing magic, could only pray to help in the battle besides healing her wounds.

"Although I can use healing magic to assist, that's all..."

My good lady, I feel a little guilty.

Saber is full of confidence:

"Leave the lancer to me, but the other master's refusal to show up is worrying. He may be plotting something, so please be careful."

She looks delicate and petite, but when she encounters danger.

King Arthur, who has experienced many battles, has a small back that is so reliable.

"Irisviel, I'll leave my back to you."

With one word of warning, Saber is ready to fight at any time.

"I understand Saber, please bring me victory!"

Irisviel, knowing her responsibilities, agreed and looked forward to Saber.

"Yes, I will definitely fulfill your mission!"

In early winter, the air is cold and the chilly air is inhaled into the lungs from time to time.

The battle is about to break out!
Kenshin Matou picked up some meat for Sakura, picked up the wine glass and poured himself a full glass of wine, his eyes never leaving the tablet for a moment.

He knew that the real show was about to begin.

Clank and bang, weapons collided with each other.

You attack and I defend, you defend and I attack!
The battle between Saber and Lancer perfectly demonstrated the level of their jobs.

After swallowing a mouthful of wine, Jianchen Matou glanced at Uncle Liu who was reading a novel.

I feel very depressed.

With his ability to "predict the future" and the power of his servants, he can be said to be invincible in battle.

For a heroic spirit with extremely strong combat capabilities, the meaning of being able to know the opponent's next move in advance is self-evident.

However, this thought only lasted for a second.

It was rejected by Jianchen Jianchen himself.

If the summoned character is a Saber or Lancer, it will be easier to win the Holy Grail War.

Can……

Old bugs are not so easy to solve.

(End of this chapter)