The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

I always felt that when I was in Liudong Temple, I seemed to have a dream that I felt very nostalgic for.

But what I dreamed of, now I can't remember at all.

Only the faint, as if being grabbed by something, the feeling of wanting to grasp something, still remained.

"Amamiya..."

Lancelot's gentle voice rang in my ears, and I was refreshed.

Turning his head, he happened to meet his blue and icy eyes with concern, "You still don't seem to have a good spirit, you don't need to rush back in such a hurry."

"I know my own body. And if I continue to stay in Liudong Temple, I must drink the potion made by Sister Medea again at night."

When I think of the extremely strange color and horrible potion, I feel a bitter cold from the heels directly onto my head.

——Actually, the last point is the main reason for your departure.

Well, it hurts feelings to say this kind of thing clearly.

——Convex=.=|||

"..."

Lancelot looked at me and didn't say anything. In the end, he just shook his head and sighed, "Forget it, Amemiya, you are happy."

Although the effects of Sister Medea's potion made me recover quite well, my mental exhaustion is not so easy to recover.

The reality is not an online game. After the blue is consumed in the network, a blue bottle can fill up the magic and continue to fight, but in reality, even if you are ready to quickly return to the blue, there is no way to immediately use the mental power consumed by magic. Reply-So the result is that you still don't have much combat power.

As if to take care of my physical condition at the moment, Lancelot was walking with me at a slow pace, and his coat was already draped on my body-although it is better than nothing, but the thoughtfulness has to say no It is definitely a lie to be moved.

Oops, this is really not a good sign.

If I get used to Lancelot's care like this, what should I do when Lancelot returns after the Holy Grail War is over?

But it feels a pity and even guilt for me to refuse Lancelot's kindness like this... It's really an unsolvable problem.

The sky slowly sinked, and then down the ramp, slowly walking towards the crossroads of Fukayama Town. Because it was in the residential area in winter, there were very few pedestrians on the road.

"What... is there only my sister..."

The immature voice echoed in the night-the sweet voice like singing was indeed the voice of a childish girl.

"!"

Lancelot and I froze at the same time and turned our eyes to the other side.

Under the faint blue moonlight, the tall, white silhouette of the city stands tall, an alien that cannot exist.

"That's... Berserker?!"

The identity of the other party can be confirmed at first glance.

The frantic and dark aura that definitely does not belong to humans, even without direct contact with the eyes, can make people freeze their consciousness.

Lancelot took a step forward and shielded me behind him. The silver-white conceptual weapon appeared instantly and wrapped him in.

"Ah Le, it turns out to be Knight's Servant. I didn't expect that the rare mutant class could be met by my sister. Should it be luck or something?"

On the hillside, the white girl looked down at us, then politely lifted the skirt, and performed a very unsuitable etiquette for this scene, "I am Ilia. Ilia Sophie von Ein Zbern. Nice to meet you."

"Yu. Amamiya Yuu."

After a moment of silence, I bowed to my body in the manner of a magician.

"Ahhh... this name is not a good name."

As if she had discovered something interesting, Illiya tilted her head in confusion, "The family is ruined, and the lonely old is dead... You have been using this name full of evil luck until you are still alive. What an incredible thing."

"I am an orphan, it doesn't matter."

I shrugged, "No one is close to me, so I don't need to worry about them."

Medea, Lancer and even Lancelot were originally the souls of dead heroes.There is no way to die again, right?

"Then let's kill. Go ahead, Berserker."

After the shabby, as if singing, the white girl gave instructions to the alien behind her.

The pitch-black giant flew up.

The monster called Berserker fell from the hillside at a distance of tens of meters.

"Woo!"

The air was shaking.

Lancelot, who almost jumped to meet him in an instant, blocked the giant sword that was almost a rock from Berserker's hand.

Explosion.

It can easily tear the atmosphere, and the collision of steel and steel ended with Lancelot's defeat.

Although it blocked Berserker's great sword, Lancelot's figure was so weird that it was distorted. Although the sword in his hand was pulled back in time, it was an indisputable fact that it was pulled off the track by the force of the impact before.

"!"

Open... What a joke!

Lancelot, who definitely has B arm strength, was actually defeated in the power competition!

After Lancelot greeted him and stepped back to a safe distance, I couldn't believe what my eyes saw.

Even if it has a class bonus, unless it is of other bloodlines, usually the Servant's arm strength should be at most B+.

unless……

After hesitating for a while, I mobilized the magic in my body and cut into my left eye, and then the pain of burning my nerves flashed away.

The information pouring into my head instantly made me dizzy.

After the cutting thinking was turned on, I finally processed the relevant information, and then the most useful information that I got made me gasp: "Hercules?!"

Even in the Greek mythology, it is considered famous. A powerful hero with the blood of Zeus has passed twelve trials to become a god...

No wonder Lancelot will lose in arm strength, Hercules, who has the blood of God, definitely has A!

"Oh? I didn't expect you to see it."