Illimitable Until Death

Sigishwara, forest.

In this forest, not far from the church, a man is waiting here.

It was a young man with dark skin and white hair who had prayed in church before.

Juveniles are staying in this place with their eyes closed tightly.

That's like waiting for something.

Soon after, what the teenager waited for was coming.

“Psst! ”

In a glimmer of dazzling light, two rides of followers emerge from it.

“Mmm...! ”

As soon as Archer landed on the ground, he knelt on one knee, covered his chest and faced with some pain.

“Sister! ”

Rider, whose real name was Achilles, immediately held Archer.

Looking at the two followers who came here via a form of space transfer, the teenager opened his eyes.

“Great. ”

A heartfelt relief appeared on the face of the teenager.

“Both of you are fine. ”

That was a very sincere tone.

Whoever hears this tone will have to take an autonomous interest in the teenager.

But Achilles looked directly at the teenager.

In the eyes, pure killing.

That's not a joke.

Achilles, really intends to kill the teenager in front of you.

In the face of such killings, the teenager still has a smile on his face that doesn't make him feel sick.

Instead, another jockey who had just arrived expressed dissatisfaction.

“What are you doing? Rider?”

With such a phrase, a tall figure emerges as if from a shadow, slowly from behind a juvenile.

It was a trembling beauty.

Dressed in a gorgeous red and black dress.

Surrounded by a decadent atmosphere.

A noble, mysterious and dangerous atmosphere has spread inside the beautiful woman.

That's like coming out of a fairy tale.

Princess?

No, not so naive and simple.

For her, it would be more appropriate to describe her as a queen.

“Assassin? ”

Achilles turns his eyes to each other and speaks in silence.

“So you conveyed to our lord what your lord meant, and let the lords use the spell to transfer us to this place? ”

Space transfer is a magical miracle.

Even those employed as Caster's followers cannot be used as they please, and these miracles can only be repeated through the use of a curse by the Lord.

And looking at this situation, Achilles almost immediately guessed what was going on.

It must have been the teenager who made Rider and Archer no match for each other, allowing Assassin to convey this message to the lord who waited for him so that Rider and Archer could be transferred here by the power of the curse.

“It's the same as before. ”

Achilles sarcastically remarked.

“The Lord, whom we have not even met, listens very much to you. ”

Yes, it is.

Neither Rider nor Archer have seen their lords.

It should be said that it is not just these two riders.

Except for Assassin and Saber, who has not yet joined us, none of the Red Square camp's followers have presumably met their lords?

At the very least, it is Achilles' understanding that, since his summons, only this young man has appeared before him, and that the rest of the priests have been unaccounted for, usually giving instructions in the form of words, or conveying them through the young man of the church in front of him.

Achilles was already very upset about the situation.

Now, more directly.

“What exactly are you going to do? Yan Feng Shiro! ”

Yan Feng Shiro.

The priest, affiliated with the Church of the Holy See, is the Superintendent of the Great Grail War, dispatched by the Eighth Order.

The so-called Eighth Secret Society refers to a subdivision of the Cathedral Church.

Unlike the burial bodies specializing in the trial of heresy, the work of the Eighth Monument is to manage and recover sacred relics scattered around the world.

Holy relics such as the remains and blood of saints, nails running through the limbs of Jesus Christ in his ordeal, 30 silver coins obtained by Judah, and so on, are the objectives of the Eighth Secret Society.

Here, unlike the burial institutions, there are special clergy trained to reclaim hidden relics, equally unafraid of the heretical power represented by magic.

Shiro Yan Feng is a member of this group.

In this Holy Grail War, Yan Feng Shiro was the supervisor representing one side of the Church of the Holy See and held the title of Lord.

Its summoned followers are Assassin, the beautiful woman beside her, who breathes decadence.

Now, Assassin is also the one who answered Achilles' question.

“It should be us asking you what you're going to do, Rider. ”

Assassin spoke to Achilles with an elegant and noble smile, sounding as intoxicating as possible.

“Was it not right for my Lord to say to your Lord, in a situation like that, that any king would make a decision to withdraw from the battlefield with a curse? ”

Assassin's words made Achilles just keep a close eye on Yan Feng Shiro and not speak.

Looks like you're not going to give up.

In this regard, Yan Feng Shiro also seemed troubled.

“I know you're unwilling to retreat like that.” Yan Feng Shiro smiled and said, “But now that we don't know each other, they already know your real name. It's too bad for you to expose your real name, isn't it? ”

No one can deny that.

As long as we know Achilles' real name, whoever it is knows what to do with him.

This is also the downside of being too well-known.

“Even if you don't care, we have to think carefully.” Yan Feng Shiro smiled at Achilles: “You don't want Archer to get involved because of your own nature, do you? ”

Achilleston was irrefutable.

“Nor can I refute it.” Archer seems to have slowed down and calmly said, "It's too careless, but I did drag your back leg this time, sorry, Rider. ”

When he heard Archer, Achilles instantly lost his temper.

“Forget it.” Achilles skipped his mouth and said, "Now that it's my sister's business, I can't leave it in my head. ”

“Really?” Archer was not touched at all, silenced as if he had accepted this statement in plain sight.

This left Achilles with a boring question and asked Shiro Yan Feng again.

“Who the hell is that king? Haven't we ever heard of someone like that in the Black Camp? ”

Achilles' questioning made the smile on the teenager's face disappear for the first time.

Even Assassin frowned and silenced.

No reason.

Just because...

“We also want to know about this question...”

Shiro Yan Feng muttered so much.

At this point, Assassin next to her was as if she had received any news, and her beautiful face had changed slightly.

In a spin, Assassin sank his face and looked at Shiro Yan Feng.

“Lord, I have some bad news for you. ”

Yan Feng Shiro turned around and looked at Assassin.

In this case, Assassin told the so-called bad news.

“The Lancer operation failed. ”

“Moreover, he was injured. ”