The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

Hearing Lancelot's words, I thought about it carefully, so I shrugged and stopped pursuing the eight-point blood problem that absolutely murders human brain cells.

Even if I used to be Enkidu or Guinevere in the past, those are all things in the past.

The current me is here as "Amamiya Yu".

I just need to confirm this and stick to it.

"Is it a stalemate now? But I don't know why I always feel that the golden hero who should be Archer seems to be out of power."

At this time, Dimrdo’s voice came over, and when he looked over, he saw that I don’t know when Altria on the edge of the battlefield had already been bypassed and came to the office of Lancelot and I. The seaport of the station lies in this area inland.

"Why, your battlefield was robbed, so you feel unhappy?"

I took his voice with interest-I didn't feel his hostility anyway, and I don't think he could hurt me through Lancelot, it was easy without pressure.

"If it were not for the monarch's wish, the previous battle with Saber would be enough."

Dimlor smiled, and then his eyes fell on Lancelot, "Speaking of which, this Mr. Cavalier is the reason why you planned to fight me before, right? It's a perfect concealment technique."

"Your fighting skills are also quite good."

Lancelot responded with a smile, "A person's character can be seen in the way of fighting. With such straightforward and sophisticated fighting skills, I look forward to discussing with you."

"Speaking of which, can you put your Master there and leave it alone?"

I cast my lips in the direction where someone was hiding, "I exposed the real name of the treasure but returned without success. I think from his words just now, you probably won't be too good afterwards."

"In any case, he is the monarch I swore to be loyal to this second life."

It seems that I was stabbed in pain, and Dimrdo showed a helpless wry smile, "As a knight, you can't delay action because of hesitation about the sovereign's determination. I believe you also understand this. That's right."

"Cut, that is obviously foolishness."

I scoffed at what he said, but God Lancelot nodded in sympathy.

"It's okay to be foolish and loyal, after all, everyone insists on different things."

Regarding my reaction, Dimrdo didn’t care at all. He just turned his gaze back to the battlefield on the side. "Well...Speaking of the heroic spirits that appeared in this Holy Grail War, whether it’s Saber, or Either you, even the Berserker who appears now, it’s very interesting."

"I think you all feel excited purely because you can find your opponent to fight."

Some black lines looked at Lancelot with an agreeable look. I rubbed the aching temples at the moment, and then turned my head to look at Berserker and couldn’t help but raise my eyebrows, “I changed my weapon again. ...Uh? Isn't it?"

It's not anything else that surprised me, but because it appeared in the hands of the Scarlet Heroic Spirit, who was swinging away from the treasure at this moment, and it was the silver spear I had been using!

Except for the unidentified blood color of the whole gun, it looks exactly the same regardless of its length or appearance.

Speaking of this... it seems that the shape of the bow and the shape of the whip that I saw before, looks familiar to me now.

"What's wrong?"

Lancelot and Dimrdo looked at me at the same time.

"Wait a moment."

I took out a few throwing knives and directly used alchemy to refine the miniature versions of the weapons that Berserker had just used. "You two, help me see. Are these weapons that Berserker just used?"

"It's not clear because there is no official match, but it seems to be very similar in appearance."

This is Dim Erdo's answer.

"The long whip is not very clear because the handle is held in the hand, but the other two are no different from what I saw...Huh?"

The last sound was a slight upward sound. Obviously Lancelot also found the same problem as me. "The shape of this bow...isn't Tristan's engraved bow failnaught?"

"Speaking of which, if the handle of the long whip is like this, then it is obviously Jielan... well, the Blood Rose on Jielanie's hand."

To be honest, although I admit that the guy Gerante has a strong combat power in the Knights and his appearance is very good-otherwise he would not be one of the twelve main knights, but as long as he thinks that he is a male, he always likes it. The weird hobby of disguising as a woman can't help but black lines.

"That gun... is your'Gentiana'?"

As Lancelot, who has formally discussed with me, naturally knows the situation of my weapons.

"Well, that's right. That's why I was surprised just now. Being able to handle weapons of the same shape so proficiently has confirmed that Berserker should also be a member of the Knights of the Round Table, but I just can't think of who he is."

After pondering for a while, I watched the battlefield over there with one arm around my chest, "After all, you also know that for some reason, I could be regarded as fighting against every member of the Knights, but I thought about it anyway. Who will it be if it doesn't come out..."

"Not all of them."

"Ok?"

I turned my head to look at Lancelot.

"What you are fighting against is not all the members of the Knights of the Round Table, because you have never played against at least two people."

Probably after seeing my question, Lancelot paused before saying, "Did you forget? Galahad, and... Mordred."

After a short pause, Lancelot said again, "Galahad's kid is good at using double swords, only Mordred. Everyone who was the main knight of the Knights taught him. Let’s talk about the Knights. If a member is familiar with all weapons, then he can definitely rank in the top three."

"Uh... you mean..."

I turned my gaze back to the battlefield not far away, "Berserker is...little...Maud?!"

Over there, the figure of the red heroic spirit who was struggling gradually towards the direction of the golden heroic spirit was clearly visible, but I still couldn't connect the frantic figure with the quiet and restrained child in memory.

"You are the'Knight of the Lake' Lancelot?!"

While I was here to digest the news, Dimrdo, who had been silent on the side, seemed to have discovered something, his eyes gleaming at Lancelot, "Called the'Knights of the Round Table' Lancelot, the first knight in the game?!"

"Uh... yes."

He probably didn't understand what the excitement in Dimrdo's words meant. Lancelow nodded and admitted his identity, "However, in this Holy Grail War, I am no longer the one who was once glorious."

"Understandable."

Dimrdo, who didn’t know what he thought of, smiled and glanced at me, "But it is also true. Since even King Arthur and his princess can appear in this war, you can be considered reasonable as the first knight. In. After understanding the true gender of King Arthur, I think I can fully understand what you did at that time. Your martial arts are still famous even in my time. It is really amazing to be able to compete with you in martial arts. I feel quite looking forward to it."

And Lancelot's remarks about Dimrdo only smiled bitterly.

"I said, you should be less self-righteous."

Stimulated by Dimrdo’s ambiguous statement of "I understand", I was about to say that when I started stabbing him from his past "hero" deeds, the sudden surge of magical power fluctuations in the air made We change color at the same time.

This kind of magic gathering speed...It's completely like a prelude to some big move.

What the hell is this?

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