Lost Narrative Poetry

After a moment, a figure walked out of the mountain gate.

He was a tall, seemingly strong, and powerful "warrior". Not only did he exude extremely powerful magic power fluctuations, but he also had an iron-blooded and persevering temperament -

However, his appearance is upright and handsome, which can be said to be the level of a peerless handsome man. With a high nose bridge and majestic eyebrows, his appearance is very capable. The tight corners of his mouth can also make people feel his rigorous and self-disciplined will, but his eyes seem to imply deep melancholy.

It's not a contradiction. Although he is handsome and handsome, he also exudes a strong sense of masculinity.

"Diarmuid? It's you?"

Artoria was slightly startled. Although it had been a long time since the Fourth Holy Grail War, she still remembered her original opponent, whether it was the bold conquering king Iskandar or someone who didn't know how to match her nerves. Wrong line, acting like a street gangster and the so-called King of Ancient Heroes.

Naturally, I will not forget the Lancer from back then. After all, they were both rivals and have collaborated with each other. Even if the impression is not profound, I cannot say that I can't remember it at all.

"Huh? Do you know me?" Diarmuid frowned, and he carefully looked at the girl on the mountain path.

She has blond hair and blue eyes, and a slender figure. She looks like an aristocratic girl who has walked out of the palace. Although she is wearing modern clothes, she can't hide her awe-inspiring and clear temperament, as if her sharp aura is contained but not unsheathed. The sword.

There is also that terrifying magic power fluctuation, which is obviously more powerful than his own. He is definitely a servant, and he is still at the same level...

But this is natural, and Diarmuid is not surprised. After all, it was the first night, and everyone had just summoned the servants. The Holy Grail War had only just started two hours ago, and yet he had the guts to single-handedly kill him. enemy……

If it wasn't an absolutely powerful enemy, it would be strange.

But the fact that the other party knew him really surprised him. No matter how much he thought about it, he never remembered that he had known such a strong man in his lifetime.

"We know you. During the Fourth Holy Grail War ten years ago, you appeared as a Lancer..." Arturia nodded and said.

"The Fourth Holy Grail War ten years ago...were you also the Servant who was summoned to participate in the war?" Diarmuid looked at the King of Knights in surprise, but he still had some doubts: "But Why are you able to retain your memory?”

He had also heard about this matter. After the witch summoned him, she told him about the Holy Grail War ten years ago, saying that he had been summoned once before and that he was indeed a Lancer... Although he himself has no such memory at all, there is no need for the Master to fabricate or deceive him for no reason.

But why did this strange servant recognize him as soon as he came to the door and accurately tell such a secret? It even sounds like she was also a Servant who participated in the last Holy Grail War?

"..."

"..."

It was obviously just a simple question, but it made the King of Knights feel a little distracted.

"I am indeed the servant who was summoned to participate in the war...and I have always been..."

After a long while, Arturia sighed softly. At this point, she couldn't help but raise her head and look at the sky, staring at the stars in the winter night, feeling a rare emotion for a moment.

It seems that many things have changed...

It seems that many things have not changed, just like the cold Fuyuki City back then.

But he never realized it until he returned to this city again, saw his former opponent, and heard the other party ask such questions, and then he was shocked to realize that time had passed by, and so much time had passed in the blink of an eye.

"It's always been..." Diarmuid's eyes suddenly became a little strange, "Are you trying to say that you were the original victor? You lived to the end, even to this Holy Grail War?"

"...You can understand it that way."

Arturia pondered for a moment and nodded.

"Do you think I will believe it?" Diarmuid responded with a sneer. The witch was the servant of the original four battles. She was not sent back to the Throne of Heroes, but continued to appear in the world for ten years. He didn't even know that the other party was How to do it? All I know is that the opponent has now become a monster that the Servant cannot defeat.

And that's it, the witch also said that there was no winner in the strict sense of the word in the four battles ten years ago. After all, it was precisely because the magic power of the Great Holy Grail was not consumed very much that it was possible to win in just ten years. The fifth Holy Grail War begins again.

——Originally, the Holy Grail War occurred every sixty years.

——The Great Holy Grail needs to draw magic power from the ley lines of Fuyuki City. If a huge amount of magic power is taken away violently, the ley lines will be exhausted. Unless there is absolute certainty that one-time success can be guaranteed, otherwise, slow and steady flow is naturally the best choice.

Therefore, Diarmui didn't believe that besides his current master, there were other servants who could cheat like this and continue to appear in the world for ten years.

There is no possibility for them to coexist at all. If this is the reason why there is no winner in the Holy Grail War, wouldn't killing each other be the best way to solve the problem? Why should the Holy Grail War be delayed until ten years later to solve the problem this time?

He could only suspect that the other party knew his true identity through some method, such as a treasure phantom or skill that could reveal his true name, and he happened to know the inside story of the original four battles, so he chose such a tactic in order to relax his mind. Be alert and enter the position behind you...

"I know you won't believe it, but you and I are not enemies..." Artoria raised her eyebrows, "The witch behind you and I are in the same camp, and she and I are both under the same master. Servant."

"Really? Where's the evidence?" Diarmuid's eyes were sharp.

He didn't believe it even more. That monster-like witch who surpassed the servants and the Master? Are you kidding? Can you be more fake?

"Evidence..." The girl couldn't help but frown. How could she come up with evidence for such a thing? She thought for a moment and said, "Medea knows me, as long as I meet her once."

According to the system of this world, with the help of her Master, she has completed the divine transformation with the help of the concept and divinity of the Holy Spear, and has become King Arthur named Artoria, and can also be called Lun. Goddess of Gominiad.

Although she is limited to the elemental field of "wind" and is not like the Master who can switch between any elements at will and is not affected by all mutual restraints, she has indeed achieved the achievement of pure energy of the elements.

Not only is she able to sense when someone calls her name, she can instantly move to the other person's side directly through the "wind". If there is a place that she already knows and knows the specific location, she can also transfer there directly through the ubiquitous "wind".

But not now. It's not that she doesn't want to be more direct, but Liudong Temple's defense is impregnable.

I don’t know whether Medea has continuously upgraded and strengthened it for ten years, turning it into a magic fortress that surpasses the temple level; or whether in the ten years in this world, this witch has also made huge breakthroughs in terms of skill. Already entered the divine realm?

"So you want me to let you in?" Diarmuid felt that he had seen through the other party's next plan, and couldn't help but sneered.

"...No need, I can just wait here." Of course Arturia understood what the other person was thinking and didn't want to cause misunderstanding. She just stared at the mountain gate behind the other person and answered calmly.

So easy to talk to? Diarmuid frowned tightly, feeling something was wrong. Could it be that the other party was delaying time?

Are you preparing to release the Noble Phantasm, or are you using your skills to gain insight into more information, trying to analyze the reality of the Liudong Temple position and find flaws? No, we can't let her go on like this.

"Huh?" Arturia noticed almost immediately the fierce hostility rising from Diarmuid, and she immediately frowned. Wasn't the kindness she showed enough?

"That won't work. Since we can't tell whether you are an enemy or a friend for the time being, we can only treat you as an enemy..." The chief warrior of the Fiona Knights raised his hands, and two swords appeared in his hands. , "If I don't do anything, it would be unjustifiable."

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"..."

"Are you actually a Saber class this time?" Looking at the two swords in his hands, Artoria sighed, "Then maybe you will be luckier this time, but I don't know who the Lancer is this time... …”

The carnival that the Master is planning to host may indeed not harm anyone, because in his logic, psychological harm does not count as harm.

So the obvious fact is that Lucky E's Lancer should definitely worry about herself the most... If it were her, it would still be too late to commit suicide now.

"What are you talking about?" Diarmuid asked in confusion, "But from what you say, you don't seem to be a heroic spirit from the Seat of Spears? In that case, are you Archer?"

He thought this was a very simple reasoning. The powerful aura on the girl's body was most likely a rank among the Three Knights. After all, it was hard to imagine that she could be an Assassin, and the witch was a Caster last time, and she still appears in the world and still occupies it to this day. That job position.

As for Rider, it is said that he is probably scheduled to be in our own camp——

Now the witch is helping the girl named Sakura, using the mirror excavated in the Etruscan temple to summon. If successful, a famous character from Greek mythology will also be summoned. The class adapts Sex is either Rider or Lancer...

"No...but the rank is not important at all." Artoria shook her head, holding her hands empty, and with the invisible wind suddenly spreading in all directions, she was liberated, and the Sword of Victory appeared in her hands.

If that's the case, let's have some fun.

It just so happens that I haven't touched the Holy Sword in these years, and my hands are a bit raw.

"Wait, are you kidding..." A trace of cold sweat suddenly appeared on Diarmuid's forehead. Could the other party be Saber too? And for some reason, the moment the opponent held the sword, his premonition started to sound the alarm crazily, just like the moment he faced that giant demon pig in the last battle before his death.

There's no reason, right?

Is it really so unfortunate?

By the way, it seems that even though I don't appear as a Lancer, my luck value is still E-level.

"It's already this time, what are you still thinking about? Aren't you the one who wants to fight?" A clear voice sounded. Artoria stepped forward and slashed down with the Star Sword with a heavy blow. The move was very simple. Direct, open and close.

boom!

Smoke and dust were everywhere, blocking his sight. Diarmui took a few steps back and left deep footprints in front of the mountain gate. His expression changed instantly. If it was just a bad premonition just now, it was confirmed now. He absolutely cannot be the opponent's opponent.

This slender girl didn't have much power to hit hard at all, but a simple blow was still so heavy that it almost cracked her jaw. Her arms were numb, and she almost couldn't catch the first blow. The magic sword was almost knocked away.

"Okay! Come again!"

This situation instead aroused the competitiveness and unwillingness to admit defeat in the blood of the Celtic warriors. Diarmuid roared, explosively increasing his mobility by releasing magic power, jumping up in an instant, and pushed back, condescendingly Launch a falling attack!

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Fuyuki City, Sanctuary Church.

Although it was late at night, the church on the hill was brightly lit. The soft flames of the candlesticks illuminated the entire chapel, but the air seemed to be frozen, almost suffocating.

"Bastard, if you dare to look at me like that again, I will dig out your eyes..." The sinister tone and awe-inspiring murderous intent made the air smell of blood, as if to say The owner of this statement was not joking.

Archer, a servant covered in golden light, so dazzling that he seemed to have stepped out of a promotional poster for some Chinese web game. The arrogance and anger in his blood-red eyes became more and more intense as he stared at the person opposite. The blue servant exudes naked murderous intent.

"Oh, that sounds amazing..."

The man wearing blue tight-fitting armor and holding a two-meter red magic gun slightly raised the corners of his mouth. His eyes were as cold as a wild beast. He did not take the naked and bloody threat of the golden heroic spirit into his eyes at all, but the other way around. He looked at the other person up and down with the eyes of a ferocious animal staring at its prey.

"I don't hate beasts that scream happily before they die. In other words, hunting such beasts gives me a sense of accomplishment..."

"Bastard! You are looking for death!"

The golden Archer was furious, and the space behind him suddenly appeared distorted like a mirage. Weapons such as swords, guns, swords and halberds revealed their sharp ripples through the ripples of space on the water, rolling huge magic power, aiming at the blue man in front of him. Sex gun soldiers.

Seeing that the situation is extremely critical, the battle is about to break out.

"Okay, everyone, please stop, especially you, Archer. I have clearly warned you before..." The nun who had been deep in thought finally raised her head and said coldly. She had long silver hair. and golden eyes, fair complexion, and petite figure.

"You want to order me?!"

The golden heroic spirit turned its head, its eyes blazing with rage, and its eyes were so fierce that it looked like it wanted to eat the other person.

"Last warning, stand aside now! If you want to make a fool of yourself in person, I can help you, Gilgamesh..." The girl in a nun's uniform seemed to be more impatient than him, her cold eyes filled with intolerance. Doubtful meaning.

"..."

"..."

For a moment, Gilgamesh's face froze due to the extremely cold killing intent, and all expressions were lost.

"Okay! Okay, okay! Remember it for me..." After a moment, his hateful eyes suddenly moved away, and he glanced at the blue spearman resentfully. The light of the Noble Phantasm around him also dimmed and disappeared. Where to go. "...You've saved your life, mad dog."

This woman is crazy!

He has never seen anyone more unscrupulous than himself. Just after summoning himself, he had already used a command spell.

There was no other reason than Gilgamesh's arrogant attitude and arrogant behavior, which made her very dissatisfied. She directly used her master's power to teach him a lesson and made him make a big fool of herself... This kind of humiliation certainly made the most of her. The ancient hero king was furious, but he was indeed afraid.

It's not that this nun doesn't know the cruel rules of the Holy Grail War, and it's not that she doesn't know the importance of Command Seals to the Master, but she doesn't care at all.

If the King of Heroes really dares to continue to provoke her head-on after being warned, she will definitely use a command spell to order him to make a big fool of himself, such as taking off his clothes and running naked around Fuyuki City. That's what she does Threatening.

As for the last remaining Command Seal, maybe it will send him on his way directly——

"Kill yourself, Archer!"

She absolutely dares to do this!

So even though he was shaking with anger, Gilgamesh could only swallow his anger when he met a guy who was more arbitrary than himself, and planned to look for opportunities later.

"Hey, it turns out that only the mouth is powerful..." The blue spearman sneered.

"Okay, Lancer, let's stop here." The short-haired woman in a suit said loudly to stop her servant from further intensifying the situation that had just calmed down.

"As you wish, Master." The spearman was unimpressed.

The short-haired woman looked at the golden heroic spirit with a headache, and then at the silver-haired nun: "I didn't expect you to be involved too..."

"I didn't expect that the Command Seal suddenly appeared." The silver-haired girl replied calmly, "I originally thought of dealing with it casually, so I searched among the relics left by my father in the church, and finally found a snake shedding. Shi, in the end, he summoned such a useless thing..."

Having said this, she looked at the golden heroic spirit with disdain, as if she believed that this kind of guy who could only argue was of no use and would only add trouble to her management.

"..."

Gilgamesh's body was trembling, and the fire of murderous intent burned in his eyes.

Tolerate!

You must endure it!

Faced with the danger of being ordered by this vicious nun to run around Fuyuki City naked, the Hero King learned to endure restraint for the first time in his life.