Chapter 99 The Will of the Heroic Spirit

"Your body is in my hands, and my fate is in your sword. If you are willing to follow the Holy Grail's trust and obey this principle and this intention, then I will do it!"

For the servants, this is a familiar phrase - it is with such prayers that they descend from the independent Throne of Heroes in time and wield their weapons to fight again.

"Shuoyue..." Saber's blue eyes widened slightly, and Lancer calmed down from the endless resentment and realized the possibility of his survival.

Is it because of Shuoyue's extraordinary strength that they can't help but regard this young man with golden eyes as a servant?

Why didn't they think that Shuoyue himself is also a Master!

"Lancer, please hurry up!" Before Diarmuid opened his mouth, Saber persuaded him more anxiously than him.

Logically speaking, as competitors, Saber should sit back and watch or even prevent Lancer from renewing the contract with the Master.

But looking at those unwavering blue eyes, anyone can easily read the will of this young knight.

Please survive, Lancer.

It has nothing to do with position, right or wrong, but as a fellow knight, we don't want to see another knight suffer such a miserable end.

The chanting continues.

"Obey me, and my life will be entrusted to your sword!"

Finally, Lancer stepped forward, pulled out the dagger stuck in his chest, and responded regardless of the blood flowing from his chest:

"Accept this contract in the name of Lancer Diarmuid!"

At the moment of responding, the golden particles floating around Diarmuid suddenly gathered and re-condensed his form.

Saber, who was watching all this from the side, finally breathed a sigh of relief and put away the sword in her hand.

The order issued by Emiya Kiritsugu was just to "stop Lancer's pursuit". Now that Lancer has found a new master and has no reason to fight, retreat is the best choice.

However, a yellow magic spear stood horizontally, blocking her way.

"...Lancer?"

"We still have a battle to finish, Saber."

After a last nostalgic look at the dead Kenneth, Diarmuid turned his head and looked at Shuoyue, with an apologetic look on his face.

"I understand, and I will naturally bury them properly afterwards." Shuoyue nodded.

"Thank you, Lord Shuoyue, and, sorry."

Lancer, who has always been chased by tragedy, stood with his spear horizontally and said something that surprised everyone:

"After the battle with Saber, no matter what the result is, I will not leave this factory."

Will not leave this factory.

This means that Lancer Diarmuid has already made up his mind to die.

"Hmm!" Saber's expression was hesitant for a moment, and Shuoyue closed his eyes helplessly after a brief daze, and his tone became low.

"You should understand the reason why I contracted you.

"I'm sorry, since I came, I swore that the spear in my hand would only be wielded for the master. "

"Aren't you going to hunt down your enemies?"

"Killing the Master secretly while the Servant is in battle is the most appropriate strategy, isn't it?" The spearman smiled bitterly, "Perhaps, this is no longer the era when knights can gallop freely."

"Aren't you afraid that I will make you commit suicide in a fit of rage?"

"No, Lord Shuoyue, I believe you won't do that."

"I understand...then it's up to you. ”

——Heroic spirits have their own will.

He had already declared this in the warehouse street, so when the resistance of the heroic spirits fell on him, Sakutsuki could only swallow the bitter fruit silently.

In order to get Diarmuid, he carefully planned this drama, and even the most experienced Emiya Kiritsugu was willing to be a pawn in his hands, but even the wisest man will make mistakes.

The only thing Sakutsuki did not expect was that Diarmuid's loyalty was so firm that even the reason for revenge was not enough to make him commit to the second master.

In the original work, Soraw was recognized by Lancer. Now it seems that it was also because of her relationship with Kayneth. …

The young man’s golden eyes flickered as he walked back to the audience.

Not being able to get Lancer… This was indeed a big loss, but it was not a decisive factor.

It was just that he would inevitably squander his few remaining lives in the future—and there was even a possibility that he would not be able to hold on to the end.

It was too late to regret now, so he would just put on the demeanor of a loser, accept the defeat honestly, and witness the final end of a hero.

Shuoyue pulled himself together and turned his gaze forward again.

On the battlefield, the smoke rose again, and the blond swordsman and the handsome spearman took up their positions again, starting the third round of the death battle——

“This time, no one will disturb your decisive battle.”

The young man’s golden eyes were bright, and his fingertips tapped lightly, and circles of magic spread out.

“I said it!”

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“Shuoyue seems very disappointed.” Saber held the sword, looked at the young man’s back as he left, and suddenly spoke.

“I know. "Lancer held two guns in his hands, his expression did not waver at all, "But I have sworn that I will not be loyal to anyone other than my Lord Kayneth."

"...Sorry, Lancer."

"Apologizing is unnecessary, Saber. Your noble spirit still inspires me." Lancer naturally knew what Saber meant. Before the decisive battle, he showed a relieved smile.

"I am now a masterless knight. I should have fallen into eternal sleep again with the unforgivable sin - the reason why I am still standing here is because I still have an agreement with you."

Holding both guns, Lancer seemed to spread his wings, displaying his best tactics.

After losing everything and abandoning everything, all Diarmuid Odina has is his spear skills that have almost reached the realm of gods, and the dignity of chivalry that he has persisted to this day:

"Come, King of Knights, give me the end that chivalry deserves!"

Facing Lancer who was determined to die, Saber closed her eyes, then opened her firm eyes and raised the dazzling holy sword.

As the King of Knights, it was her duty to grant relief to this loyal warrior.

"Then let my sword respond to you, Lancer!"

The wind pressure swept across, and the sword light tore the world apart.

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Emiya Kiritsugu found that he could not get out.

Electronic communications were disrupted, and there were traces of magic splicing at the factory gate.

As long as he took one step, he would be back on the other side of the factory in the next moment.

Destruction was impossible, he came in a hurry and only brought a few guns, and the sound of firing might disturb the angry Lancer.

After a few futile turns, Emiya Kiritsugu simply hid in a secluded place and released his familiar, letting it act as his eyes and ears.

The bat with the camera flapped its wings and flew not far before it was crushed to pieces by someone.

Wearing a kimono and looking harmless, the young man threw the body aside and wiped his hands. There was no smile in his golden eyes.

"Hello, Kiritsugu."

He said.

"I'm here to find you."

Just to put it mildly, there are exams from the 25th to the 30th... If I don’t save my manuscript, can I ask for leave? Is it possible? It must be possible T﹏T.