There was a dead silence in the building. Except for Lancelot, everyone else looked at the back of Duke's hand in disbelief. The bright red Command Seal was so conspicuous that it made them look dazed.
"You must be kidding. He's obviously as strong as a monster..." Weber's eyes twitched slightly and he didn't even notice his jaw dropped to the ground.
“I see. Think about it carefully. Berserker… no, Lancelot is Berserker. He is Lancelot’s master. He has indeed never revealed his Noble Phantasm. He said everything himself, and we believed him.” Rider shrugged. The Emperor said that the man who conquered the world had seen everything, and none of these could scare him.
Emiya Kiritsugu was sweating profusely. He confirmed the Command Seals on Duke's hand again, and then said with a cold sweat: "If this is true, the so-called dual-wielding Berserker Gandalf does not exist at all, and the fictional Heroic Spirit is also nonsense. And the information he said before, nine out of ten are false..."
Saber suddenly asked, "What about Airi's information? She should be okay, right?"
Facing Saber's expectant eyes, Emiya Kiritsugu felt uncomfortable. Who is the husband, me or you? "As for Ellie, she should not be hurt. Your knight Lancelot..." Emiya Kiritsugu wanted to say that Lancelot was an upright knight who would not let his master do whatever he wanted, but he was shocked when the words came to his lips. Lancelot was a strong man who dared to cheat on even the King of Saber Hair. What could he not dare to do? Taking a deep breath, Emiya Kiritsugu did not want to continue on this topic. There was one thing he did not say clearly. He thought Duke should know that Irisviel was the Lesser Holy Grail, so Duke kidnapped her, most likely not for her beauty.
Emiya Kiritsugu smiled bitterly and shook his head. This was even worse! Duke lowered his arms and twisted his facial muscles to return to his original appearance. At this point, there was nothing to hide: "Formally introduce myself. My name is Duke, a little-known self-taught magician."
If he had not cheated on King Arthur, the Knights of the Round Table would not have been disbanded, King Arthur would not have led an expedition, and Great Britain would not have been destroyed. King Arthur would not have died in battle, and he would not have spent the rest of his life in guilt and regret, so that he could not rest in peace even after his death.
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“Not very famous?” Rider thought of his own past. With Duke’s strength that surpassed many other Heroic Spirits, his fame would spread throughout the world sooner or later. If nothing unexpected happened, he would become one of the top Heroic Spirits after his death.
"Why..." Lancelot looked bitter. Wouldn't it be better for him to bear all the blame? "It's not that I don't want to, but the other party won't agree!"
"King, all the evil is caused by me, but you have never blamed me and let me leave the kingdom. But this is not right. I hope to be punished by you. If I can be killed by your own hands, my soul can rest in peace."
Duke emphasized the word "worry". It was obvious who Lancelot was worried about. Duke didn't think it was him.
"Master, why don't you let me fight the king?" Lancelot said in a stiff tone.
"It doesn't matter, it's all a misunderstanding. Just send her back." Lancelot breathed a sigh of relief. What a big deal!
Lancelot: "..."
Are you going to give yourself away?
Clang! The armor brushed against the sword, and Saber retracted the sword in time to stop Lancelot from committing suicide.
Duke looked at Lancelot jokingly, until the latter lowered his head in shame. Then he said slowly, "I have experienced King Arthur's Sword of Promised Victory. It is indeed powerful, but it cannot kill me. You don't have to worry."
“Sir Lancelot, what’s wrong with you?” Feeling the sadness in Lancelot, Saber was also in great pain. On the contrary, she didn’t care about his offense.
Duke patted Lancelot on the shoulder and sighed, "Xiaolan, I should be the one to apologize. I didn't expect Saber to be King Arthur. I'm sorry for putting you in a difficult position! Also, I did this not because I wanted beauty, but to improve our compatibility."
Lancelot gritted his teeth and organized his words: "The King's Noble Phantasm, the Sword of Promised Victory, is extremely powerful. I am worried that the Master might get hurt, so it is safer for me to handle it. After all, I know the King better."
"Enough of the small talk. Now it's two against two. Let's continue the fight! Xiaolan, I won't make it difficult for you. I'll leave Rider over there to you. I'll personally take off Saber's head."
After saying this, Lancelot smiled awkwardly twice, he himself didn't even believe what he said.
"So young!!" Emiya Kiritsugu exclaimed.
So, you're still blaming me? Lancelot's heart skipped a beat. Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that it was really his fault.
"Huh!?" Lancelot had a question mark on his face. Master, I don't understand what you are saying.
"Sorry, I'm afraid that won't work!" Duke simply shook his head and refused.
Saber's sword was extremely hesitant, not as sharp as before, and the sword wind was intermittent at this moment. One wanted to die, and the other was unwilling to kill. While the battle scene was ugly, it unexpectedly revealed warmth.
With this thought, the already depressed Lancelot completely collapsed, his self-destructive tendencies reaching their peak, and he rushed towards Saber wielding the magic sword 'Indestructible Lake Light'.
How can you not control your crotch?
"A wild path..." Weber, who came from the Clock Tower, was ashamed. He also wanted to be a wild path.
Lancelot collapsed, his eyes gradually became empty, and he shook his head unconsciously: "Master, what nonsense are you talking about? How could it be like this? It's impossible. Please tell me that you are not that kind of person!"
Lancelot was discouraged for a moment, but he refused to give up. He changed his mind and continued: "Master, perhaps we can form an alliance with the King's Master."
Duke rolled his eyes at Lancelot in annoyance: "What's the reason?"
Lancelot was full of confidence. There was no more perfect plan. He was a little excited to be able to fight alongside the king again without having to worry about who to be loyal to.
If it weren't for his lingering obsession after death, he wouldn't have responded to the call of the Holy Grail, nor would he have opposed the King again. His Master wouldn't have put him in a dilemma in order to improve his compatibility...
Duke raised his hips with a troubled look on his face: "No, it's too late. I did it to her last night."Σ(っ°Д°;)っ
Lancelot's eyes lit up when he said this. If Duke and Emiya Kiritsugu formed an alliance, they would surely win by sweeping away other master-servant combinations. As for how to divide the Holy Grail, Lancelot had also thought about it. He would kill Emiya Kiritsugu in the end, and then die under Saber's sword. Duke and Saber obtained the Holy Grail, one Master and one Servant. Although they were not a group, it would not be a problem to realize the wishes of both parties.
Ding! The direct attack was too obvious, and Saber tightly grasped the golden sword and easily blocked it. However, the strength attributes of the two were not on the same level. Saber maintained a blocking posture and was repelled by the brute force, moving back several meters.
The black figure moved forward fearlessly, a fiery red glow ignited on the hellish black armor. With negative emotions filled with resentment, he quickly advanced in front of Saber and slashed down with the magic sword.
"I'm sorry, but that's just who I am."
Poof! Lancelot spat out a mouthful of old blood, and said with a twisted smile: "Haha, even so... if I calm down and think from a different perspective, it's not that bad... Yes, there is still room for recovery, as long as I can find a time machine!"
How could you do this?
"When I participated in the Holy Grail War, the wish I made was to return to the past and bear your punishment, so... please fulfill my wish and kill me!" Lancelot was full of guilt and regret, and he raised his sword high and rushed towards Saber.
"The woman I captured last night was named Irisviel. She is the wife of Saber's Master Emiya Kiritsugu." Duke shook his head and sighed, feeling somewhat ashamed.
"Sir Lancelot, I have never blamed you. You don't have to dwell on the past. All the responsibilities are borne by me, an unqualified king."
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I got home a little late, so that’s all for today’s two photos!
It’s definitely not because someone treated me to a meal!
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