Chapter 57 Waving Tentacles, Angry Bluebeard

【your choice……】

[1. Trade with Kenneth; 2. Conquer with force; 3. Assassinate Kenneth; 4. Free simulation. ]

The simulator is still stuck on the options page.

Looking at the four options, Jianchen Jianchen pondered.

Option 4 was ruled out first, as he didn't have the points to go in and experience the scenery of the 'future' in person.

Option 2 can also be ruled out.

Let’s not talk about whether he has the ability to conquer Diarmuid by force. Even if he does, can Diarmuid, who is so loyal that he would rather die than surrender, be conquered by force?
Obviously not.

Then, the only options available are one and three.

Looking at the deal in option one, and the assassination in option three.

Jianchen Jianchen clicked on option one.

The scene appears.

In the Matou family residence, warm yellow light fills the room.

After watching a battle between heroes, Jianshen Matou was filled with emotion.

The heroic Conqueror King, the unruly Hero King, the righteous Knight King, and the battle-hungry Diarmuid all left a deep impression on him.

But what he cares about most now is not among them.

The person he cares about most, Uncle Liu, his servant, was still reading a novel leisurely.

Headache.

It's not just an ordinary headache.

It's the kind of pain that seems to exist in your head, where all the people in that world are shirtless, muscular men who keep swinging sledgehammers in their hands and hitting bells and drums.

It was like phantom limb pain, and there was actually a roar in my ears.

Kenshin Matou was helpless, and this was also one of the most important reasons why he took a fancy to Diarmuid.

Maybe Diarmuid is not the strongest, but he is obedient!
Looking at the leisurely Uncle Liu, Jian Tong Jianchen felt tired.

resignedly,

For the sake of his own life, he bent forward and crawled to Uncle Liu's feet.

"My ancestors~"

……

……

The words are divided into two parts, each expressing one branch.

In Akina Mountain (fog), on an empty and deserted road, Mrs. Irisviel is excitedly...racing.

"Right, right, this car is very fast!"

Perhaps because of the national bloodline, Mrs. Alicefiel, an experienced driver who does not have a driver's license, placed her hands lightly on the steering wheel, but her movements were very steady, and the car was moving at a speed of 180 miles per second.

Saber, dressed in a black suit, was beautiful and capable, with cold sweat on her face.

Even if the car turned 360 degrees in the air and flew 800 meters away, as a heroic spirit, nothing would happen to her.

Her heart still couldn't help but jump.

"You...drive better than I thought."

As Saber was speaking, the car suddenly jolted and both people in the seat jumped.

"Yeah, after all, I have received special training."

Step on the gas! Step on the gas! Step on the gas!
Everyone can accelerate in a straight line! The fast speed in a curve is the real speed!

Apparently, Mrs. Alice was well aware of this.

So, on her way home, she deliberately chose this sparsely populated road with a forest next to it.

only……

What she could not have imagined was that her choice just happened to provide convenient conditions for people with ulterior motives.

Mrs. Irisviel, who was unaware that she, no, her Servant Saber, had been targeted by someone else, was still chatting excitedly with Saber. "Of all the toys Kiritsugu brought, this is my favorite."

She is already a mother, and her daughter Illya is old enough to run.

Mrs. Irisviel was as excited as a child going to an amusement park for the first time while racing.

Listen to Mrs. Irisviel treating cars as toys.

Even not long ago, I compared an airplane to a horse, saying that as long as you ride on it and pull the reins, you can control it, which caused quite a joke.

Saber was speechless for a moment.

"Toys..."

She could only sigh like this and repeat Mrs. Irisviel's words.

"In the castle, you can only walk around in the courtyard. It's far from comparable to what you can experience here. This place is really great!"

accelerate!accelerate!
The car is still accelerating!
Beneath the beautiful, elf-like appearance is Mrs. Irisviel's wild heart.

"Wouldn't it be better to hire a dedicated driver?"

Although she would never get hurt in a car accident, Saber was worried about Irisviel's safety and still made such a suggestion.

King Arthur is always a kind and warm-hearted king.

However, her fake Master did not understand her feelings.

"No, it would be boring."

He spoke out his thoughts frankly.
But soon, the lovely Mrs. Alice changed her words:
"No... it would be very dangerous. What should we do if we encounter an enemy at this time?"

Apparently, Mrs. Alice is also a kind person.

Knowing that we are in the midst of the Holy Grail War, if a driver is hired, it will put the driver at risk that he shouldn't have.

However, Mrs. Irisviel has a great talent for magic and was born for the Holy Grail.

I didn't expect that my unintentional words would come true.

"Having said that..."

Saber was about to say something when suddenly, her face turned serious and she shouted, "Stop the car!"

Although she didn't know the reason, Mrs. Irisviel chose to believe Saber.

The car's wheels were moving fast, and when they stopped quickly, they made a crackling sound, and the friction on the ground sent sparks flying.

Mrs. Irisviel gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands.

As soon as I raised my head, I heard Saber's serious voice.

"Irisviel, please get off the car and don't leave my side. This feeling is a Servant."

The two got out of the car, and Saber protected Irisviel behind her.

In her perception, the servant in front of her was very manic!
Looking over, the violent servant appeared in Saber's sight.

It looked like the robe worn by wizards who should have been burned at the stake in the Middle Ages. The dark cloth was dotted with blood-colored patterns. The unusually huge pupils made people feel fearful, like the cold-blooded animals lurking in the mud, with eyes as cold and ruthless as a crocodile.

Saber frowned.

The red lines on the witch's robe weren't made of paint! They were made of blood!
"Such a violent aura..."

"Berserker?"

Saber's heart sank, and she clenched her left hand imperceptibly, but she couldn't feel any strength at all.

The damage caused by Lancer has not yet been recovered.

"It's very dangerous, Irisviel. Pay attention to your own safety. And... I may need the power of the Command Seal."

Saber didn't say it directly, but Irisviel had already understood her hidden meaning.

Now she is Saber's apparent Master, but she does not have a Command Seal.

Saber meant to ask her to notify Kiritsugu to come for support!
"Joan! Joan! Joan!"

There is no reason, and it seems that this is the only thing I can say.

As soon as the words fell, endless tentacles burst out from the ground and hit Saber, who had a solemn expression on his face.

(End of this chapter)