"Lancelot?"
Irisviel turned her head and looked at Saber. As long as you knew a little bit about King Arthur, it was impossible not to know the meaning of this name.
For Saber, who wanted to restore her kingdom, this name was the trigger for her kingdom to begin to collapse. But it was different from what she thought. Saber's eyes widened, showing a strange expression that she had never shown since her arrival. .
The face that always had a smile as warm as the sun was full of confusion and uneasiness.
Both because of the name and because of that Lancelot face.
Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead and slid down from his pale face. Even yesterday when he faced the century-old battle between Enkidu and Gilgamesh, he had never shown such an expression.
There is no trace of the calmness and calmness that he used to scold Fang Qiu on the battlefield, only confusion and surprise remain.
"Is this kind of thing possible?"
Saber made a hoarse voice, as if denying the cold reality, "Did one of me and Sir Lancelot come from another world?"
"My king..." Seeing Saber understand this fact so quickly, Lancelot lowered his head deeply, "My king who came from another world, I, Lancelot, am deeply ashamed, even if In a completely different world, even when facing you as a man, I still said and behaved inappropriately..."
"No need to worry... Sir Lancelot, I have not blamed anyone," Saber raised the sword again, "The only one who is at fault is myself."
"Sir Lancelot, although I am not your king, I still have to give you a piece of advice. Since you are fighting with your dreams, you don't have to worry about the past, so use your sword!"
Facing such a decisive King Arthur, Lancelot was obviously stunned for a moment. Then, he smiled bitterly and his eyes regained their composure like a lake.
I didn't expect such a scene. It was different from what I thought. Compared with Artoria, the Saber in front of her, even after experiencing so much, was still like the true king of perfection, always able to judge everything calmly. Face difficult situations with extreme correctness.
Although his face is completely different, the King of Knights is still the King of Knights.
Is it possible for the king he serves to appear in this state? In this case, you must ask clearly.
What kind of dream will he have in pursuit of the Holy Grail? Whether he is unwilling to accept his ending or not, he must get the answer. Only in this way can he alleviate his sins.
"Boring, I want to see rivers of blood."
Roland yawned, "Wait until one of you two exits and call me again. Before that, I will go and see my dear daughter."
With Lancelot's obstruction, Roland came to Irisviel's side smoothly and held her hand.
Without even a symbolic struggle, Irisviel closed her eyes as if she had resigned herself to her fate, and sank into the darkness with Roland.
"Irisviel!"
Even if she knew that Roland had no murderous intention towards her master, Saber could not sit idly by. However, just like a repeat of history, Lancelot sighed when faced with Roland who took Irisviel away. With a sound, he acted as a protector and stood in front of Saber.
"Don't worry, Saber, if you really want to save your master, then use all your strength to kill Berserker. However, I advise you not to be careless. Although you have lost the correction of madness, you have not lost your position. The strongest class, but after this guy draws his sword, he is definitely not an easy character to deal with."
"call--"
As if trying his hand, Lancelot slowly pulled out the magic sword, which had a brilliance like a lake shining under the moon, with elven characters engraved on both sides of the sword.
In the hands of Matou Kariya, Lancelot would endanger his master's life even if he pulled out this magic sword, but in Roland's hands, Lancelot did not feel any burden, and the magic supply from his master was like a deep Like a bottomless ocean.
"The undestructible light of the lake."
Saber also showed a nostalgic look, began to give up unnecessary distractions, and devoted his whole body to the battlefield in front of him. Although things and people were different, the holy sword in his hand began to buzz with excitement as if it had been inspired. song.
Lancelot sighed and made a knightly salute to Saber.
Now that he has faced the King of Knights with swords, the next thing he has to do is to show his respect with all his strength!
"My king, be careful."
In the stunned look of the old sword, Lancelot, who had lost his madness but pulled out his Noble Phantasm, rushed towards him at a speed far superior to his own. In the blink of an eye, the distance between the two of them was only one step away, as if The sharp wind made Saber's armor bang.
The second half of the other party's words came slowly over.
"Although I am suspected of boasting, among the Knights of the Round Table, I am very strong in one-on-one combat."
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"I even brought Caster. Are you so trusting of Berserker? Saber is very strong."
Entering the gate of Einzbern City, Irisviel was holding hands and glanced at Caster who was following quietly behind her, pretending to be nonchalant and said.
"Judging from the paper data, Saber is the best in this Holy Grail War. Unless Lancelot has also obtained the same correction, the chance of winning is not very high. What's more, after Berserker gained sanity, these two It’s easy for each guy to treat the other as a meal replacement.”
Roland showed a meaningful smile, "So, if the guilty Berserker fights against the King of Knights who is still in his dream, he will probably lose."
"Then you still want to return? If this continues, the berserker you finally got may be gone, right?"
"Wouldn't that be better?"
Roland suddenly looked at Irisviel and smiled, just like the fangs of a wild beast when it sees its prey.
"Is it possible that this is what I was looking forward to from the beginning? Compared with the crazy King of Knights, the Holy Sword User who protects the world is much easier to operate."
Irisviel's face turned pale. Even if she had been staying in the castle and not paying attention to worldly affairs, she could still understand the meaning behind Roland's words.
She really couldn't understand Roland's motives and purposes. She didn't even know if Roland had another purpose when he came to see Illya.
But Roland wasn't looking at her. He just came to the corridor. Before he could make a move, the door slowly opened with a heartbreaking sound.
A small white head poked out of it, looking at Irisviel in confusion, as if he had just woken up, and issued a greeting in a soft voice.
"Mom, are you back?"
When Irisviel, who was holding Roland's hand and had a troubled expression just now, heard this voice, her expression instantly changed to her usual gentle smile, and she took the initiative to hold Roland's hand.
Although she has no contact with the outside world at all, every mother is a born actor.
"Illya, look, who did mom bring home?"
The little girl, who looked like an elf in the snow, raised her head and was stunned for a moment, with two blushes on her face.
Illya burst out with mobility that was completely inconsistent with her age, jumped up, threw herself into Roland's arms, and made a sound like she was talking in her sleep.
"Father--!"
