The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

Is it because I feel that there are other groups approaching?

"Shirou, please heal the wound."

Gazing at the wall, Saber's voice was cold.

"Wait a minute, aren't you talking to me? Sorry, I don't know how to do such difficult magic tricks, and isn't it cured?"

What Wei Gong said made me roll my eyes weakly.

"Um... If you don't mind, can you let me do this kind of thing?"

Raising my hand, I interrupted, causing two people to look at me at the same time.

"Excuse me, are you..."

"By the way, I don't know why you are here..."

Saber and Wei Gong's voice overlapped.

"After all, you just saved me once, otherwise I will probably die in the hands of that uncle in blue, right?"

I walked into Saber lightly, and I half raised my right hand, "You also know that your Master is a half-hearted man? I guess I don’t even know how to use this kind of basic magic. I also feel that there seems to be a strong power outside. People are approaching. To be on the safe side, it would be better to recover a little combat power? Well, although I don’t know what you are the Servant and the Master, but I am somewhat confident in my treatment."

-Lies and don't draft drafts.

Isn't this a temporary measure of equity?

"Ai?"

"In that case, I will trouble you."

After watching me with lapis lazuli eyes for a while, Saber lowered his head slightly.

"Θεραπεία." (Tianyin: Greek, meaning "treatment".)

A faint light emanated from my palm and enveloped Saber’s exposed wounds-just now, although she caught the opportunity when I shot the Lancer with a flying knife and hit him, her shoulder was also affected by the handle. The scarlet spear stabbed.

"There are two enemies outside. This level of oppression should be an opponent that can be defeated in just a few seconds."

Just after the wound closed, Saber finished speaking, and flew over the fence to the outside.

"What..."

Obviously, Wei Gong hadn't fully reacted yet, and I just sighed and grabbed his shoulder directly, "What are you doing? Your Servant went out to fight, but you, the Master, are still paying attention. Hide in a safe place?"

"Huh? Huh?"

Before he could respond, I dragged him and jumped onto the wall.

Ignoring Eomiya, who was at a loss to maintain balance, I stood on the wall and watched the Tosaka's eldest lady coming up the ramp, and Saber rushing past in a fighting stance.

The battle ended in less than a second.

Archer, who smashed Tosaka away quickly, and Saber, who knocked Archer down with just one blow.

Sure enough, it is Saber who is known as the strongest class.

But it’s not that I said...

Thinking back to the series of things that happened tonight, I couldn't restrain my urge to sigh.

The so-called heroic spirits should all possess considerable strength, right?

However, whether it’s Medea with bad cooking skills, Lancer with a poisonous tongue, or Sasaki who obviously takes pleasure in bullying her Master, even the one tonight should be mouthless. The black-clothed female Servant, or the frivolous blue-clothed Lancer...

At present, the heroic spirits I have come into contact with, except for Lancelot and Saber, seem to have some problems more or less.

What a disillusionment...

Chapter Twenty Two

In fact, I was quite impulsive to name this chapter "Benefits of Breeding Large Dogs"...

Poor Setant (Tianyin: Don’t tell me that I don’t know this is Ku Flin’s real name.), she has a short-term mentality, and only her own children can bully other trespassers and kill them without mercy. Sister, and Lancelot, who is eager and outstanding in his protector, is also unlucky for him.(Setant's injury was caused by Lancelot while he was tracking, but was later blocked by Sister L's intervention...)

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[Oh, you can climb back after being injured like this, are you really a cockroach?

[Hey, what are your adjectives and expressions!Is there anything wrong with being strong in combat?

[Strong combat power?Honestly, I didn't see it.I only saw a certain self-proclaimed person being beaten as a bereavement dog.

[That's not because the opponent is more out of common sense!Also, little girl, if your mouth is too poisonous, you will not find a good man to marry in the future!

[Sorry, I think my market is definitely more bullish than you who have no love for women.

Hey!I just don't have good fate for women, and it's not that there is no fate for women. The word difference means a lot worse, OK?

[You mean I'm not a good woman anymore?

[Honestly speaking, I can only count as a girl...Don’t say anything else, just in terms of figure...Tsk...]

[I'm really sorry for my poor figure!Don't touch it if you have it!You wretched underage girl's sex dog!

[12 years old is considered an adult, right?

Let’s put the values ​​of your time into use now, I am under 16 years old, I am a minor!You have no integrity.

[Obviously you also have it...]

[Sorry, what did you say?I did not hear clearly.

[Ah, I mean, dear Miss Master, can you please raise your hand high and stop poking my wound?It is unethical to abuse the injured.

[I am happy, anyway, you are the life of a cockroach.

[...Tsk, sure enough, my good woman fate has never been... His!Tap it!Are you treating or murdering!

Oh, I thought of things so long ago, is it really because of the emotion?

The white-haired woman who came back to her senses raised her lips and poked someone in front of her who was lying on the roof with her eyes closed, "Hey, is she dead?"

"What are you going to do when you die?"

It was spread out in a big font on the roof of the church to bask in the moonlight, and a certain sound was dull.