I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

In order not to be discovered by Joan of Arc's ruler privileges, the red rider Achilles and the red archer Atalanta did not go too deep and just lingered on the border of the Sighisoara region.

Not long after receiving the summons from Semiramis, the two returned to the king's palace.

When he pushed open the door to the king's palace, Achilles was still carrying half of a deer. It seemed that it was a prey that Atalanta had caught casually while on standby. As expected of the legendary huntress from ancient Greece, she never forgets to hunt wherever she goes.

As for the other half of the deer, it has become a barbecue in Atalanta's hands. Judging from the grease on Achilles' mouth, it is estimated that this guy has eaten less.

Seeing the laziness of the two of them, Semiramis immediately frowned: "The purpose of making you wait for your fate is to defeat the enemy, not to have a picnic."

"Where's the enemy? Why didn't I see it?" Achilles put his free hand on his forehead as if to look around, "My eldest sister and I were exposed to the cold wind in the middle of the night, and I haven't asked you for an explanation yet. "

Atalanta was even more direct, not even bothering to say a word, and continued to chew on the deer leg. It has nothing to do with elegance, but her wild expression unceremoniously declares her attitude - I am ignoring you, Semiramis.

Such disrespectful gestures by the two people naturally aroused the anger of the Assyrian Empress, and Shirou quickly appeased her.

"Okay, okay, the operation has been canceled anyway, so don't worry about these little things. Thank you for your hard work, rider, archer."

Achilles snorted as an answer.

Atalanta held up a deer leg and said, "Want some?"

Shirou glanced at Semiramis beside him and shook his head.

"Thank you for your kindness."

To be honest, he wanted to agree to Atalanta's invitation, and he was indeed a little hungry after working in the middle of the night, but who told Atalanta and Semiramis not to deal with it?

If he agrees, Semiramis will definitely get into trouble. Therefore, he could only endure it for the upcoming war.

Atalanta didn't care and continued to chew fiercely. Although Father Shirou gave him a better feeling than the Assyrian empress who exuded conspiracy and decadence, it was extremely limited. Her wild intuition told her that there was something wrong with this priest too.

The particles of light as dazzling as the sun dispersed, and the red lancer Karna walked into the king's room. Although he didn't speak, no one could ignore his presence.

"Lancer, I'm sorry for calling you here."

After hearing this, Lancer shook his head slightly. The slightly pale face was still like a mask, and the frozen expression did not waver in the slightest.

"It's okay. What happened?"

"Please wait a moment, I will explain when the last person arrives."

Regarding this "hero of giving", Shirou's posture is obviously much more solemn. Not only Shirou, but other red servants including the Empress would not treat Karna casually.

Five minutes later, the last person appeared magnificently, facing the anxiety of everyone present. As soon as he walked through the open door, he spread out his hands in an exaggerated gesture and shouted:

"Oh, you are as dark as hell, like the dark night!" "I feel extremely beautiful, even sparkling!"

Semiramis sighed "Alas" and asked:

"Does that mean I am?"

The man in question——Red Caster Literary Monster Shakespeare nodded.

"Is there anyone else? The Empress of Assyria!... No, no, I'm really sorry. I accidentally got too excited. Because I've been in the mood to write for the first time in a long time, ah, speaking of Father Shirou, that Have you got the stuff?"

"You said the computer. It has been prepared a long time ago and is in my room."

"Then hurry up -" Shakespeare urged.

Seeing this scene, Semiramis and others also felt quite helpless.

"Caster...don't forget the Holy Grail War."

"Of course, Empress. Since you asked us to gather here, there is only one reason. It's a war, right? The heroes will compete for supremacy and start fighting each other in a brutal way, right? I, Caster, will of course enjoy it to my heart's content. ——Watch carefully!”

"I said, aren't you going to fight?"

"Well, in fact, we are not familiar with war and magic. However, the gods have given us appropriate shortcomings in order to make us human."

You are obviously Caster—although Achilles and Atalanta wanted to point this out, they reluctantly held back.

In fact, as he said, Shakespeare is basically a heroic spirit who has nothing to do with "war". His duty (as he sees it) is simply to record the Holy Grail War and to weave the ensuing story of the protagonist's suffering and despair, hope and violence.

Even more helpless than the Greek duo is the empress Semiramis. The characters among the red servants are really very bad.

The disobedient Spartacus, the free-spirited Atalanta and Achilles, Shakespeare who has no fighting ability and causes troubles from time to time, except Karna who has been silently following orders, everyone else is constantly... Challenge the empress's limit of endurance.

Especially when these people get together, the lethality increases exponentially. I don’t know how the master reconciles these people. At this time, Semiramis admires her master extremely.

"Anyway, everyone is here. Now that we have completed preparations, it is time for us to go to conquer. After all, this is a rare Holy Grail War, and there is no point in repeating small-scale battles."

In response to Semiramis's words, Achilles and Atalanta nodded reluctantly. As she said, just skirmishing was too boring.

However, war cannot be decided by passion and interest alone.

In a sense, Atalanta, the pragmatist who has the least heroic pride, said: "Our berserker has become the enemy's pawn, and saber is not here. It is really difficult to launch a general attack on black under such unfavorable circumstances. Does it fit?"

"Hey, eldest sister."

Before Semiramis could answer, Achilles spoke first.

"As long as I'm here, I can fight at least three by myself."

"Your true name has been exposed!"

Atalanta glanced at Achilles with a pair of emerald eyes.

"Even if it's exposed, it's impossible to hurt my weakness in a head-on confrontation with me." The latter laughed wildly without mind, showing off his true qualities as a hero.

Atalanta was reluctant: "What if it was a sneak attack? You have already been sneak attacked once by the Black Assassin."

Achilles spread his hands helplessly: "Sister, which side are you on?"

"I just don't want to lose, I still have a wish to achieve, that's all."

"Then let me help eldest sister fulfill her wish. Correspondingly, eldest sister will protect my weak points. With you here, eldest sister, I don't have to worry about being attacked."

"You are really..."

Atalanta was initially dissatisfied with Achilles' innocent and cunning words. After thinking about it carefully, I realized that this was the best way to do it, so I wagged my tail and acquiesced to it.

"However, this still does not change the fact that we are at a disadvantage - Assassin, you... what is that look?"

The moment she looked up, Atalanta saw Assassin's teasing eyes.

"It's nothing, I just think your relationship is really good." Semiramis simply stopped hiding it, "I wonder what Rider's father, Mr. Peleus, would think when he saw this scene.".

"What does this have to do with my father?" Achilles looked at Atalanta in confusion, and the latter was also confused.

"It's nothing, just think that I am talking to myself." Semiramis, who learned that Peleus admired Atalanta, did not reveal it and secretly enjoyed it alone.

"I don't understand what you are thinking at all." Achilles folded his arms and sat down on the ground. "If you have time to talk about these things that you don't understand, you might as well answer my sister's questions."

"Let me answer this question."

“Y/n—?”

Hearing this voice, Atalanta and Achilles turned their heads in surprise, and even Karna had a slight change in his expression.

The person who answered was none other than Caster, Shakespeare.