The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

But I finally wrote the little Maude. It’s gratifying.

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——A gathering of "British" groups?

——It's obviously a group of "magic" dancing around, throwing the table!

Well, I admit that I did it on purpose.

Knowing that Altria's "intuition" can definitely avoid the blow of Lancer, so I threw the flying knife to the trajectory of the golden short gun.

Facts have proved that Altria’s instinct is just like what Lancelot said, just responding to her own crisis-that is, after judging the flight trajectory of the golden short gun, Altria’s instinct And the body that dodges will not evade my throwing knife whose target is not hers.

And the direct result of this is that Altria actually "sends" herself to the flight trajectory of the missed golden short gun-in fact, if I don't throw that throwing knife, maybe she really has It is possible to avoid this blow by "intuition", and the injury will not be more serious than it is now.

I originally thought I should be able to deal with Altria easily and objectively.

But it's a pity that in a few short conversations with her, I found that I have a tendency to become uncontrollable. I haven't seen it for many years, and Altria seems to be more and more good at provoking me to get angry.

So the direct result is that after I discovered that she possessed the Chilong Factor, she was actually affected by magic and forgot the existence of "Guineville", and reached the highest point. Finally, she was still in a certain sense. It broke out after the speech of "very high self-esteem".

After I directly said that I was "Guineville", the atmosphere of the scene instantly became subtle and silent.

But how unpleasant to look at Altria's "hell" expression.

——If I remember correctly, the heroes are indeed ghosts in a sense...

Convex =.=|||

"..."

After taking a few steps back, Altria's lips squirmed for a few times, and she seemed to finally remember what she looked at me again, "Then, Gui...Guineville, you... are you also here to get the Holy Grail? ?"

"Holy Grail? What does it matter to me?"

I curled my lips and spoke with disdain, "Isn’t it bad enough for me to be harmed by that broken thing during the Arthurian dynasty? I only want that thing when my brain is drawn. Who of you wants to take it, don’t think me The low level is as bad as you guys.'Realize all wishes'? That level is not as good as the broken cups made by Meilin. The only thing that can be achieved is probably the materialization of spirit and soul, right?"

"..."

There was silence at the scene.

I glanced around, and then held a black line on my head, and realized that I could see the existence of the face at present, except for Alice Sophie, whose expression became pale and thoughtful, all with a "?" expression.

The chicken and the duck talked about it looks like...

"'Mental soul materialization'? What is that?"

In the end, Dimrdo spoke first.

"...Well, it's my fault that the warrior-type heroes know at least some common sense of magic..."

Rubbing the aching forehead, I sighed, "The spirit and soul are materialized. To put it bluntly, it is through the influence of will to interfere with the dimension of reality. For example, it is probably the existence like us who can stand here for real fighting. ."

"Affect the dimension of reality through will?"

This time Altria spoke, "In other words, if you can get the'Holy Grail', you can influence reality through your will, and then realize your desire?"

"..."

I already felt my temples throbbing and aching.

Merlin, how did you bastard educate Altria in the first place? Why doesn't she even have such basic knowledge of magic!

You, a pure magician, even taught me a pure warrior department. In fact, you are actually asking others to help teach and you are cutting corners!

"Although it is not clear what you are talking about, but..."

Compared to Altria, Dimrdo is much more straightforward, "I will hold the Holy Grail. This is my vow with the only new monarch in this world."

"Really a typical knight declaration..."

Undeniably, I had a good impression of a pure knight like Dimrdo, so I smiled at him and explained, "I myself have no interest in the broken cup, and my friend just wants it. It’s nothing more than looking for an opponent to compete, and there is no need for the Holy Grail. As long as you can handle other heroes, my friends and I will definitely not cause you an obstacle."

"Thank you so much."

Dimler raised his eyebrows and laughed, "I didn't expect you to be the rumored princess. No matter your character or behavior, it doesn't match the image in the historical story."

"The well-known King Arthur can be a woman, and it is excusable that the princess as a background board was ignored."

Shrugging, I don't particularly care about my evaluation of the so-called "history", "Anyway, history is nothing more than a thing written by people who live to the end. How many truths are buried has no way to investigate, right?"

"In this case..."

As if hesitated for a while, Dimrdo smiled eagerly at me, "As long as my lord allows, how about going to discuss with your friends after Saber and I have decided the victory?"

"Aren't you afraid that I will swindle or beat up?"

"Hehe, that can only be regarded as unclear."

Saying this, Dimrdo blinked at me, "However, I believe that since I can be regarded as a friend by an interesting woman like you, then I must be a knight who will not do such a thing. ."

"I will accept your words as a compliment. Then remember to let me know when the time comes."

After turning my gaze to Altria's direction again, I frowned.

It's the feeling of being peeped by someone again...

"who?!"

However, it was not me who made the sound, but Altria. She obviously turned around as if feeling something, "come out!"

"Hmph, it seems that more than one or two are attracted by the atmosphere of the fighting between you two."

With one arm around my chest, I chuckled, "It's just that, I can't think of any heroes who have such a bad habit of watching others in secret...eh?!"

"Clang!"

The sound of metal clashing sounded. Before I had time to realize what was going on, Lancelot's figure had appeared in front of me and protected me behind him. The sword in his hand was It was caught on the chain that was flying from nowhere.

And the goal of the chain...

Obviously... Me?!

"Your mouth is really under repair as always."

Along with a burst of golden reflection, a figure wearing a golden glitter armor appeared at the top of the street lamp bulb about ten meters above the ground.