Chapter 93: Back off, I'm going to start pretending...
"This monster in front of us is certainly not difficult to deal with."

"Among the heroes present, there is indeed a hero besides me who can easily deal with it."

"Yes, this person is Saber."

"Altria Pendragon, the hero named King Arthur, wields the Sword of Contracted Victory. This sword, combined with Saber's power, can completely destroy the monsters in front of it without leaving any trace."

"But, my brave Knight King, due to the injury on my left hand, I cannot use my Noble Phantasm."

Like a storyteller, Kenshin Matou introduced what was happening.

The feeling of peeling off the treasure named King Arthur bit by bit, step by step, without haste or slowness.

It’s really, really joyful!

Question Gilgamesh, deny Gilgamesh, understand Gilgamesh, and become Gilgamesh!

Saber is indeed the greatest treasure in this Holy Grail War.

"Is this true, Saber?"

Diarmuid, who had been listening the entire time, naturally could not remain indifferent.

He focused his gaze on Saber's left hand, and indeed saw that the palm was twitching unnaturally.

Of course this is true.

Saber knew clearly that the power she possessed was enough to destroy the monster in front of her.

However, she was currently unable to use the power that was enough to destroy the monsters. This was because the ultimate move of the Sword of Contracted Victory required the release of almost all of her magic power. If she wanted to use that move, she would have to swing the sword with both hands to do so.

This was the obvious fact, a fact she thought only she knew.

She wasn't going to say it.

Because the injury on the left hand is not a shame but a glory.

The inconvenience in her left hand was caused by the injury she and Lancer swore to suffer in a fair duel. Now that they are in the midst of the Holy Grail War, she will have a life-and-death struggle with Lancer's Master.

Therefore, at this moment, swearing on the honor of a knight, she was really unwilling to do anything that would go against her oath.

Can,
Feeling Lancer's determined gaze, looking at the monster that was about to be completely out of control.

Although she didn't want to talk about this matter, she could only nod silently after being told the truth.

"Is that treasure... enough to destroy that monster in one move?"

Staring at the monster that was about to occupy the entire forest, Diarmuid had made a decision.

"It's possible, but..."

Saber first confirmed Diarmuid's doubt, then looked at him with a firm gaze and continued:

"Lancer, the weight of my sword represents the depth of my honor. The scars I received while fighting you are not shackles, but a form of honor."

Honest and upright, this is King Arthur.

Before Diarmuid could respond, a series of "pa pa pa" sounds suddenly rang out in this serious occasion.

Kenshin Matou achieved his goal and stopped clapping.

"Ah! It is so satisfying to see this scene of knights being so full of chivalry."

He thought with satisfaction in his heart, but uttered completely opposite words:

"Lancer, do you want to violate the ethics of a knight and destroy your own Noble Phantasm without the consent of your lord and release the Noble Phantasm of your rival?"

"I……"

Without waiting for him to explain, Matou Kenshin questioned Saber again:

"King Arthur, are you willing to violate the honor of a knight, accept a gift from your rival, and destroy one of Lancer's treasures in exchange for destroying the monster before you?"

"I……"

Also without waiting for Saber to speak.

Jianchen Matou walked step by step to the center of the stage and raised the sword in his hand.

The three-foot-long Chixiao emitted a red-yellow light. Because it had a restraining effect on dragons and dragon bloodlines, the Chixiao that left the body made Saber feel uncomfortable. "Well, those in the open, those in the corners, and those hiding in the dark, today I will let you see the power of the King of Han!"

"..."

Silence is the bridge of Fuyuki City, and it is the sword that stabs the shame of Kenshin Matou.

He shifted his gaze to Uncle Liu.

Uncle Liu glanced at him unhappily, yawned, and didn't react.

The atmosphere was awkward for a moment.

"Joan of Arc! Joan of Arc! Joan of Arc! Joan of Arc!!!"

Fortunately, Bluebeard understood the atmosphere. His crazy behavior made many heroes look solemn. Diarmuid even materialized his own "Cursed Yellow Rose" and planned to break it, because...

That breath is so terrifying!

Bluebeard was dead, and everyone present reached a consensus in an instant.

Even for a Heroic Spirit, there is a limit to the level of familiars that can be summoned and driven - but if you don't consider how to drive them, you don't have to be restricted by this condition.

In other words, if you just kill it without burying it, and just summon it without worrying about how to control it, the mere act of "calling it over" can theoretically summon even the most powerful monster.

Because all you need is enough magic power and spells to open the "door".

Therefore, although it is impossible to analyze the level of the monster summoned by the crazy Bluebeard, it can be seen from the expressions of many kings.

Strong, very strong!

Panic, very panic.

Jianchen Matou is now in a panic!
This is not right, why not follow his script? The Bluebeard in the original book is not so awesome...

nmd, does frenzy = darkening = ten times stronger combat power?
Before Jianchen Matou's thoughts could run wild like a wild horse, Uncle Liu came to his side, yawning.

Uncle Liu patted Jianchen Matou's shoulder.

Said:

"gone."

Jianchen Jianchen was stunned and his body stiffened. Before he could say anything, Uncle Liu turned into a spirit and disappeared.

"Ah~!"

The pleasant exclamation brought him back to his senses.

What I saw was Mrs. Irisviel covering her mouth with a look of disbelief on her face.

Kenshin Matou followed Mrs. Irisviel's gaze and saw the monster that almost occupied the entire forest!

Gone!

Just disappeared without a trace of anything!

Shit, I’ve been showing off in front of others for so long, but I’m actually not as good as those two tricks that Uncle Liu casually showed off?

Kenshin Matou was in a low mood and leaned on Diarmuid.

The small arms tightly hugged Diarmuid's thighs.

Mount Tai collapsed in front of him but he remained calm, and a deer appeared on his left but he did not blink. These had nothing to do with Kenshin Matou.

The reason he did this was very simple: he was simply afraid of death.

He has not forgotten that old bastard Emiya Kiritsugu, nor has he forgotten the feeling of being shot in the head by a sniper rifle.

"let's go."

Patting Diarmuid's thigh who was still in a daze, Kenshin Matou felt very comfortable.

Without Grandpa Liu, he just wanted to go home and didn't even have the heart to appreciate Altria and Mrs. Irisviel.

(End of this chapter)