"What is the reason why you dare to steal the holy relics I carefully prepared? Could it be that you want to prove yourself through the Holy Grail War? Mr. Weber Velvet."
Kenneth's voice came out, and with the blessing of magic, it echoed over the street. If there weren't too many followers gathered at the scene, Ncer would have killed his incompetent disciple neatly.
Although it sounds a little distorted, Weber will definitely not hear it wrong. Stealing the holy relics prepared by Kenneth will only cause a little trouble at most. With El-Melloi's strength, finding new holy relics is not a problem.
But when he heard this smooth and sharp sound, he subconsciously wanted to hide. Rider stretched out his palm as big as a cattail leaf and patted him heavily on the shoulder.
Perhaps it was because of the pain that almost broke his body, or the warmth from Rider's palm, Weber's panicked heart calmed down inexplicably. He raised his head, and at least he could hold his head high, although he was still scared to death in his heart.
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"What a pity. I wanted to make my lovely student happy. Weber, a mortal like you should have a stable life that only belongs to mortals."
Hearing Kenneth's harsh words, Weber felt dizzy, his stomach was churning, and he was in twitching pain. It was like a pair of invisible big hands were twisting hard. He couldn't help but bend down, and scenes from the past emerged.
in his mind.
Kenneth's mean and slender face, his green eyes mixed with insult and pity, his smooth and sharp voice, and his sense of looking down from above were always in his memory. He once again experienced that disgusting feeling.
Feel.
He wanted to respond to his lecturer with a beautiful sarcasm. He used his holy relic to make Iskandar his summoned servant. Compared with the humiliation he suffered in the clock tower, he was able to regain something.
city.
[This is not the Clock Tower! Nor is the relationship between him and me a student and a lecturer! This is the Holy Grail War, where I only rely on my own strength. I can hate him desperately and take his life! 】
Weber shouted loudly in his heart. Perhaps because of the anger ignited in his heart, his physical discomfort unexpectedly eased a lot. He stood up straight and stared at the empty space in front of him.
Kenneth must be using some kind of magic to look here. Although he couldn't find his hiding place, he could at least let him see his resistance.
Through the sight of the familiar, Kenneth saw the shameless arrogance that Webb once put on, and his handsome face became more and more distorted. In the end, he actually laughed out loud, but this laughter was paired with a distorted expression.
The face looks somewhat strange.
"Haha - Mr. Weber seems very confident, so there is nothing I can do about it. It's time to give you some extracurricular tutoring. I will unreservedly explain the true meaning of the horror and pain of killing each other between magicians.
You should feel honored to leave it to you——!"
The spiteful chuckle made the night wind turn cold and biting. This time, Kenneth became serious and regarded Webber as a hostile magician. The undisguised murderous intent in his voice penetrated Webber's chest.
The courage he had finally gathered disappeared, the burning anger was extinguished, and his body seemed to be frozen. Weber lowered his head and looked at his hand, which was trembling, and even if he tried hard to control it, it was of no avail.
During the years he lived in the Clock Tower, during that humiliating period of darkness, whether he was asleep or awake, he hated Kenneth, and even wanted to kill him a few times.
But when he actually chose to be an enemy of Kenneth, facing that murderous intention, his brain was about to lose its thinking.
Although he had heard of the bloody and cruel fights between magicians, he thought they were all exaggerated and dismissed them. He always thought that if it were him, he would have done better. It was only now that Weber discovered that he
The big words I once said turned out to be extremely ridiculous.
The rider stretched out his strong arms and hugged the boy's shoulders that were shaking with fear. However, due to the angle, it looked like Weber was carrying a granite hill.
Because of the fright, he couldn't help but shrink back and glanced secretly at his servant. After seeing the encouraging eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hey, magician over there, you seem to want to replace my little master and become my master."
He laughed loudly and asked loudly to the hidden Kenneth, but as if he had seen something ridiculous, Rider's face was full of sarcasm and pity.
"If this is really the case, it's really ridiculous. The man who becomes my master should be a warrior who rides the battlefield with me, not a coward like you who hides in the corner like a mouse and doesn't even dare to show his face!"
Rider glanced around, his laughter getting louder and louder, but this time he was facing the empty night sky, laughing at the top of his lungs.
"Come out, you guys who are peeking in the dark are really pitiful. They all have real names worth bragging about, but in the end they can only peek like mice. It really discredits the word hero!"
It has to be said that this kind of provocation method is really childish. Any mature magician would not be fooled. However, the way of thinking of ancient heroes is very different from that of modern magicians. There is almost an insurmountable gap between them.
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Sure enough, not long after, a golden light descended here. On the top of a street lamp ten meters above the ground, a figure wearing golden heavy armor stood on it, arms folded, overlooking the crowd below.
"It's true, there are quite a lot of people who don't take me seriously and don't know the heights of the world."
He curled his lips, his red eyes filled with strong disdain, and finally his eyes fell on Arash and Kirshtalia.
"There is actually another Archer. What a disgusting and inferior imitation. I am enough for the Archer-class heroic spirit. Go to hell, you bastard!"
Gilgamesh's eyes were filled with arrogant anger, golden ripples spread out behind him, and dozens of weapons appeared in the air. There were swords, spears and other countless types, but they did not repeat each other, and any one of them had a gorgeous
The spear points of each of the decorated Noble Phantasms are Arash and Kirshtalia standing on the ground.
Arash couldn't help but clenched the crimson bow in his hand. The servant in front of him gave him a feeling of extreme danger. The last time he felt this way was when he was fighting the foreign emperor.
Kirshtalia also deployed his magic defense to its strongest level. Even though he was facing a servant, he had no habit of sitting still and waiting for death.
The group of Noble Phantasms that shot out quickly swayed with dazzling golden tail flames, leaving eye-catching traces on the deep night. From a distance, they looked like golden meteor showers, but before they fell, they became strange.
disappeared into the pitch-black depths.
"Ah, as a teacher, I don't turn a blind eye to things like bullying my lovely disciples."
A soft laugh came, and the stars in the sky scattered, gathering into a hazy human shape, and landed next to Kirshtalia.