I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

The empress, who had already drunk a lot of wine, was half-lying on the table in the courtyard, holding the blue and white porcelain cup in her right hand and shaking it casually, completely unaware that this lazy demeanor was more intoxicating than a hundred-year-old wine.

Sitting opposite her, he enjoyed the drunken beauty in front of him. There was admiration, pity, and relaxation in his half-closed eyes, but there was no possessiveness. He grabbed the wine jar, poured a glass for himself and his partner, and then picked up a piece of preserved egg and put it into his mouth.

"I said, Assassin, do you regret making that agreement with me?"

"You're still asking that now? Master, your suggestion is interesting. As long as you can withstand my poisoning, I can't find any hesitation in assisting you."

"Even if I don't have any need for the Holy Grail?"

"But you still want to fight for the Holy Grail, don't you?"

Semiramis turned her head and looked at Shirou dimly.

Shirou nodded: "Because I promised a person to help him make a wish for the Holy Grail to save all mankind, even though I don't like this wish myself. Well, I have accepted the reward for being loyal to others, so I only He can do it to the end, not to mention the influence of consciousness left by that guy, so the saint is troublesome."

"Saint? Consciousness?"

"I can't tell you now, I'll wait."

Shirou didn't want to say anything, and Semiramis didn't ask too many questions. Many things were just in the glass, the mellower the wine, the more fragrant it was:

"If that wish comes true, the new world—"

"——It will be very boring. That's why I won't tell you."

"Well, it's an interesting Holy Grail War, an interesting Master, and boring wishes. This kind of contradiction is also interesting. I begin to think that even if there is no agreement, it is not unacceptable to help you - if you can restrain yourself. Touch your mouth."

"Forget it, my mouth will never change in my life." Shirou smiled and raised his glass, "Cheers to an interesting Holy Grail War."

"cheers."

The two wine glasses clinked together and each drank.

A gray dove landed between two wine glasses, and its little head rubbed against Semiramis' hand.

Semiramis raised her head, swept away the drunkenness on her face, and looked at the familiar who came to deliver the message. She is both an assassin and a caster.

"Double Summon" - This is an extremely rare skill that can retain the special skills of both Assassin and Caster classes at the same time.

Therefore, Red Assassin has the familiars that only casters can have.

Semiramis was abandoned by your mother just after you were born, and the doves took the place of your wet nurse and raised her up. From then on, the pigeons became her eternal friends.

"There is a report. It seems that our berserker has just arrived in Tulifas. Archer and rider are also ready as reserves."

"Oops. Did Rider go too?"

Archer went to track this down, Shirou and Semiramis already knew about it. Now it seems that rider has also joined in.

"He seems to be following Archer - never mind, it's the Rider anyway. He's probably trying to convince Archer, a fellow countryman."

Semiramis's voice had a slightly sinister tone.

Between the bold and upright Rider, who didn't even look down on the king, and the Assassin, who ruled the world as the empress of Assyria, Shirou could feel that there was a fatal incompatibility between the two. If it were not a "Holy Grail War" but a "Holy Grail War", this might be the first combination to clash.

But now, under his own control, the confrontation will be verbal at most and will not have an impact on the overall situation.

Shaking the bottomed wine jar, Shirou thought for a while and said: "Judging from the results, you should be right, but the relationship between these two people is far more than just being from the same hometown, at least for Rider."

"Is there any hidden secret in this?" Semiramis became interested. Gossip was also an interest, especially the gossip of people she couldn't stand.

"Indeed, I can tell you. Promise me one thing - you can use it to make fun of Archer and Rider, but you are not allowed to say that I said it."

"I agree."

"Archer is Rider's father's companion. The two of them went on various adventures together with other heroes whose names were left in mythology. If I remember correctly, Archer was the only woman in that adventure team, at least the only one who was famous. Women are also the goddess in the hearts of most people in the adventure team, including Rider’s father.”

"Did something happen between Rider's father and Archer?" Semiramis guessed maliciously.

"I wish something had happened, so that it would be fun. But unfortunately not, Rider's mother is not easy to mess with. If Rider's father dares to mess around, he will be finished. But although nothing happened, this young man's The longing for a woman has never faded throughout his life, and he even mentioned it to his children more than once. Think about it, when a father mentions a woman with full of longing and shyness, what impression will it leave on his children? Is he laying an unexplainable secret? What about unknown emotions?”

In a way, Shirou is also quite evil.

"So that's it." Semiramis nodded thoughtfully, "How can you understand it so well? Could it be that - you have had a similar experience?"

"Uh..." Shirou paused, "How did you think of this? I thought you would ask me if I was also related to them."

"If it's relevant, they should recognize you when they see you and don't change the subject."

"This really doesn't exist."

"Then how come you know so much."

"I've just seen too much."

Shirou sighed, and the depth he showed at that moment made Semiramis ignore the boy's appearance.

"I just look young, but I'm actually older than you."

"You're not behaving like this."

"Haha, you hate judging people by their appearance, why doesn't it apply to me?"

"I don't judge people by their appearance, but by their performance - your appearance is roughly consistent with your age."

"That's how I adjusted myself to the mentality of a seventeen-year-old. It's great to be young. Your current mentality is not the same as before your death, right?"

Semiramis was silent. The saga is so miraculous that it can summon aspects of the same person at different times. Semiramis is now at the most beautiful and powerful age in her life.

After a while, she said: "I'm very curious about what you will look like in ten years."

"It's not much different from now. It's just that I've grown taller and become more mature. Then I got married and had children. Many things can't be done according to my temper."

"you are married?"

A look of surprise appeared on Semiramis's face, which soon revealed a life-changing charm.

"Master, how does your wife compare with me?"

Shirou answered decisively without any hesitation: "They are all prettier than you."

"I don't believe it!" Semiramis was dissatisfied. She actually had an awkward personality. She hated other people judging others by their appearance, and hated that her beauty was ignored.

"Believe it or not, it's up to you - in my eyes, they are the most beautiful, unparalleled in the world, no, in the entire multiverse."

"Them? You have more than one wife?"

"yes."

"Hmph, it's true that men are all greedy." Obviously, this answer angered Her Majesty the Empress again.

Just when Shirou was about to say something, another pigeon landed.

Semiramis put aside his distracting thoughts and listened to the pigeon's announcement.

"The person you asked me to pay attention to is finally here."

"It's the ruler, right?"

Upon hearing this, Shirou immediately sat up straight, tapping the table with his right hand rhythmically, thinking carefully about various things.

"Yes. It has been confirmed that the guy has sneaked into Romania."

The network of pigeons extends throughout Romania, and it is thanks to them that Shirou and she can monitor the overall situation without leaving home.

The moment Ruler appeared and sneaked into the country of decisive battle (Romania), Semiramis's vanguard pigeons smelled the flow of magic power that could not be completely hidden by the Servant.

"what to do?"

"No matter what, it's not impossible, but you'll miss a good show."

"A good show?"

"You will know soon. Let the Lancer test him. It would be best if you can kill him, although it is basically impossible."

"If Rider were here, we could unite the two of them." Semiramis said regretfully.

Among the seven servants on the red side, excluding Saber who was taking action alone, there were only six remaining. Among them, Lancer and Rider are exceptional heroic spirits compared to the other four. In particular, Rider's popularity in Romania can even rival that of Vlad III.

Shirou shook his head: "Rider will not accept this mission. Even if it is the master's order, 'I hate things that I hate no matter what,' he is such a person. Ordinary people can call it stubborn, but appearing in a hero is heroic." .”

Rider is not a rebellious hero like berserker. But he is also a man who is far from the knight who serves the king. Even the king's orders will be openly ignored as long as they don't satisfy him. He would take up arms again, all to avenge his friends.

It is impossible for a man like that to accept the order to kill the Ruler together with the Lancer.

"Lancer is different. He is a pure 'warrior' and is loyal to his designated master. As long as there is an order from the master, he will not even have the slightest thought of disobedience and will directly take action."

This comment made Semiramis think about many things.

"This is probably why you could directly deprive the Lancer Master of his command spell, but you didn't do anything and just let me control him with poison."

"That's right - declare to the Red Lancer. Follow the guidance of the Red Assassin and kill the Ruler. The liberation of the Noble Phantasm will be determined by yourself!"