Duke's eyes showed a hint of appreciation, but he didn't want to dwell on it any longer and was ready to make a quick decision: "Good fighting spirit, but you should know that the gap in strength cannot be made up by faith."

Saber took a deep breath and said, "Berserker, victory or defeat is not up to you. Wait until you defeat me before you say anything else just now!"

As she spoke, Saber's aura, condensed from her hundreds of battles, surged again, surging towards Duke like a tide. Duke was still under no pressure, but the Nightmare Warhorse was no match for her. This guy's level was too low.

In a panic, Mal raised his front hooves and took two steps back unconsciously. For Saber, these two steps were the best attack opportunities. If she missed them, there would be no second chance.

The Wind King's barrier was broken, and Saber swung the Wind King's hammer in the opposite direction. With the help of the reaction force of the strong wind, she instantly crossed the distance between herself and Duke, stepped forward, and swung her sword to cut Duke's vitals.

Duke seemed to be unable to defend or evade for a moment because his horse was frightened. As soon as he stabilized his body, the golden sword of oath of victory chopped down on his head.

Saber frowned. The tip of the sword was only a palm away from the artery in Duke's neck. Her intuition told her that the sword would hit the target, but she felt something was wrong.

Therefore, even though a shocking battle took place in the port not far away, Lancelot did not dare to leave. He just never let go of his worry about his Master, especially when the Five Emperor Dragons took off, which really scared him.

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Almost in a split second, Saber immediately twisted her body in the air and raised her sword to block in front of her chest, but the expected backstab did not occur.

Lancelot was ordered to wait in the clinic, and he indeed sensed the presence of servants around him. It was one of Assassin's clones, who circled Duke's magic workshop for a few times, hesitated for a moment, and then left.

Saber could only think so and swung her sword a little faster. With such a good opportunity in front of her, she had to try it even if it was a trap.

Although his eyes are big, they are useless. He still can't see clearly. The difference between King Dai and Jeanne is so obvious, but he can actually see them as the same person. Jeanne will be very angry if she knows. "Strange, my Saint Lady, why hasn't she come yet? Is the car driving too slowly... or wait a little longer!"

Swish! Top-level treasure, one sword 999!

Is it because it's too easy?

In the second-floor clinic by the river, when Duke returned home, Sakura had already gone to bed, leaving only Lancelot waiting. Seeing Duke return safely, he immediately stepped forward and held the warhorse: "Master, you are not in any danger, right?"

How could this happen? There was clearly no trace of movement, so why did it disappear?

The golden sword slashed down, carrying Saber's belief in victory, and slashed from Duke's neck to his waist in one stroke. Saber's pupils shrank after she succeeded. The sword did not feel like it had hit a solid object, but a shadow.

Lancelot's body swayed slightly, and his face turned the color of liver. He didn't want to talk about the pain in the past, but for the sake of his Master, he decided to restore the past: "Master, you may have misunderstood. The princess and I... are not as bad as you think! Between us... it's just a platonic spiritual love!"

At the same time, in the second half of the winding mountain road, former French Marshal Gilles de Rais, the biggest fan of Joan of Arc, who descended as a Caster, was eagerly waiting.

"This is my way of saving my life, I can't tell you easily!"

When Lancelot heard this, he felt that Duke did not trust him, so he immediately knelt on one knee and said, "Master, since you summoned me in the Holy Grail War, you should believe in my strength."

Duke patted Lancelot on the shoulder and said, "You are a knight, but don't you feel guilty when you say this?"

"She's not the Master, she's the Master Saber's wife..." Duke said angrily, "Humph, that Saber chased me and chopped me all the way, so I snatched her Master's wife away, which is also a tit-for-tat."

"Of course, you can try to catch up with me, but I can't guarantee that this lady is intact." Duke said, turning around and driving away on Nightmare.

"Well... as long as you have the intention, I won't force you."

Duke looked frightened, patting his chest and saying, "I did encounter a lot of dangers, especially that female Saber, who recognized my identity as a Master and chased me and hacked me. I almost couldn't come back."

“Okay, Saber, I’ll be leaving first. We’ll see each other later!” Duke grabbed Irisviel, knocked her unconscious and hung her on the horse’s back while Saber’s eyes were wide open with anger.

Forget it, your Great Britain is dead, there is no point in saying this! Duke rolled his eyes, shouted softly, and disappeared into the dark shadows with Nightmare. Saber looked at the direction he left, tightened the sword in her hand, sighed with pain, and disappeared on the spot.

"Xiao Lan, don't say anything, I've made up my mind. Take her to the basement and tie her up. I'll go get some props!"

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Lancelot gladly accepted the order, but when he stood up, he discovered that there was a woman hanging on the nightmare horse. She was wearing white winter clothes and had silver hair, lying motionless on the horse's back. Before, he only paid attention to Duke, and when he glanced over, he thought it was a bed quilt.

“Berserker, I, Artoria Pendragon, swear in the name of King Arthur that I will kill you with my own hands!” The excessive humiliation made Saber bite her lips tightly, a trace of blood flowed down, and she looked at Duke’s back viciously as he left.

“Sa… Saber…” Beside the sports car, Irisviel’s voice trembled, with Frostmourne hanging around her neck.

Saber on the other side was already furious. If Duke hadn't had a hostage in his hands, she would have rushed forward and fought desperately.

"What a smart lady, but I don't like smart women, so please shut up." Duke said, and Frostmourne gently scratched Irisviel's neck, leaving a trace of blood.

Irisviel was kidnapped, and Saber knew that she had to inform Emiya Kiritsugu immediately. At the same time, she also wanted to urgently resolve the doubts in her heart, why Berserker would rather give up the dignity of a knight and kidnap Irisviel.

Duke nodded slightly, which was the rhythm of asking for a fight. He didn't expect Lancelot, who had a melancholy temperament, to be a warmonger: "Xiaolan, I understand what you mean. I will give you a task tomorrow."

"Master, this... hooking up with someone else's wife, and forcing her... this behavior... is wrong!"

"Space movement, magic or enchantment?" Being captured, Irisviel was not too panicked, but instead tried to get information from Duke.

"Props..." Lancelot's face froze and became strange. Could it be that his Master was going to cheat on someone else's wife?

“Irisviel!!” Saber took a deep breath and wanted to step forward, but was worried that Irisviel would be hurt.

"Master, is this person the enemy's Master?"

Lancelot could probably guess why Saber kept chasing Duke and slashing him. Anyone who found out that their Master's wife was kidnapped, or kidnapped by a man, would do anything to save her.

Irisviel guessed, "It's your warhorse, right? This is the inherent skill of that warhorse, right?"

This won't do. As an upright knight, I must stop this shameless behavior!

Lancelot said with shame: "Master, isn't this a bit... not so good!"

"Ally, please don't be in any trouble!"

Lancelot was furious when he heard this: "Asshole, as a Heroic Spirit, you actually bully the weak. It's a pity that she is still a Saber. Master, please rest assured. I, Lancelot, swear that I will kill her and avenge you."

Duke raised his eyebrows: "What do you want to say?"

"Berserker!!"

"Master, with all due respect, you can find a more suitable partner given your conditions."

"Why, the princess is ugly?"

"No, she is a rare beauty, both in appearance and in heart."

"You observe very carefully..." Duke stroked his chin and glanced up and down at Lancelot: "I understand, it turns out you are not capable of this!"

Lancelot: "..."

(End of this chapter)