The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

Actually, I'm not worried about how Illya will react.

If my speculation is correct, Ilia should be the holy grail container of this Holy Grail War. In a sense, she who can interpret the rules must be clearer than everyone else, and it has been hidden recently. The dark tide under the calm surface.

"..."

Slightly lowered her head, bit her finger and thought for a while, Illya looked up at me and nodded, "I can open the Einzbern family's data room to you, but... the content inside You must not disclose the information to a third party."

"Do I need the following mandatory restrictions?"

I stretched out my hand, letting the mark of my Azure Dragon appear in Yi Liya's eyes.

"No need, after all, you have a good relationship with Zhao. I believe her!"

Regarding my question, Illiya spun her body briskly, turned and walked toward the stairs in the main hall, "Although I am not very cold to you...but forget it, it's in Zhao's face!"

"..."

If it wasn't for you to be the daughter of Keiji, I would have to beat you up in the ass-is there such a small child!

"Ah, uh..."

On one side, Lancelot's body trembled slightly, "It's rare, it seems that Amamiya is completely hated."

"Children are always moody, and it's normal to be hated."

I rolled my eyes, wondering why Lancelot's reaction was so big, "What's so funny?"

"Ah, I'm sorry, but it's just a surprise that there are children who hate Amamiya."

Probably because of something thought, Lancelot smiled and said nothing, "Let's go."

"Ok."

Although Lancelot's attitude was still a bit strange, but since he didn't want to say it, I didn't ask, turned and followed Ilia and walked deep into the castle.

"Lance, what happened outside!"

With Ilia’s help, the interpretation of the materials went smoothly, but it didn’t take long for me to bury my head in the pile of materials, and the chills that seemed to be targeted by something made me unable to research the materials I had at all!

"I don't know, it just feels like something bad is approaching the castle."

Lancelot also frowned, and then looked at me, "Amamiya, although I don't want to say it. But I think you'd better pack up your things as soon as possible and prepare to leave."

"Well, it's better to go and inform Ilia first."

After nodding, I put the information on hand into a special information bag and stood up.

"No, I'm here."

At this time, Illiya walked over with a disastrous face, "Damn it, I must give up here."

"What the hell happened... uh!"

Because I was completely buried in the data pile, my sensitivity to the outside world was reduced to the lowest point, until now I saw the unknown scene outside the window.

Climbing on the outer edge of the castle, the inauspicious shadow continued to expand with the sun behind it, and then turned into a huge shadow, easily surpassing the outer wall and eroding towards the inside of the castle.

With just a glance, you can tell that the opponent is not something your own strength can handle.

Will lose.

Intuition sounded the alarm in an instant.

That is definitely not something that oneself or one's own Servant can contend with, and even worse, if you touch it, you may lose your own Servant.

Compared with the incompetent "unease", "losing" this recognition is the deadliest.

"What are you still waiting for, call your Servant and evacuate!"

I made a decisive judgment, and pulled Ilia and ran out of the room quickly.

Escape from the castle where he can best protect himself, but flee towards the weakly guarded forest.

This kind of escape route may seem very stupid at other times, but... at this moment it is the only option.

The shadow spread unhurriedly.

Obviously it looks very slow, but there is not a trace of stagnation, eroding everything that it touches.

The result of the coverage of the film is that the forced Elia and I can only escape in a fixed direction.

then……

"Oh. So smart, did you realize that you can't win anymore?"

Encountered an unexpected but reasonable character.

The old magician who is rotten as a dead tree, standing beside him, is the assassination hero Assassin wearing a pale skull mask.

"Jian Tong Zang Yan..."

I muttered the name of the magician, and the nausea was overwhelming.

"Really... Obviously I was not selected by the Holy Grail, but because of a loophole in the rules, I was able to summon a Servant..."

Coming down from the black giant, Illya confronted the old man, her crimson eyes were filled with contempt, "But, even if you imitate it again, you are still not a Master. Get out of me!"

"Oh. Do you believe in such silly things as being chosen by the Holy Grail?"

With a "chuckle" laugh, Jian Tong Zangyan's gaze glided past me and Ilia like a snake, "The Holy Grail is just a container for endurance. You cannot choose a Master. You would say that, shouldn't it? Will you be poisoned by the church's propaganda?"

"Huh. You are brain poisoned, Zang Yan. Although the Holy Grail as a container is not conscious, the Great Holy Grail that chooses the Master is a will."

Illya snorted coldly, "Originally, there is a prototype in this land. You need to call out the heroic spirits before the Holy Grail is full. Hey, as the person involved, you have forgotten this, no wonder Makili's blood. Will decline."

"Oh, don't worry. That's the end of Makili's decline. The thing is being done. Although it is scheduled to act at the next ceremony, this time the chess piece is unique. The old tragic wish was realized just one step away. "

However, Jian Tong Zangyan said slowly as if she couldn't hear Illiya's irony at all, "Although the foreign object is still not in the weather, but because the plan is going too smoothly, the anxiety will be worse. Great. So, just in case, you have to take your body. Grab you as the Holy Grail here, then the tragic wish of our race will be as firm as a rock."

Accompanied by his voice, the skeletons behind him staggered to their feet, but did not follow the old man's will, but stopped moving.

However, that is a matter of course.

Apart from Berserker, I have never seen a heroic spirit who can move freely while locked in by Lancelot's breath.

"Matong...I have never had a good impression of your clan, so..."