This is My Heroic Path

It's true, Illya thought she had summoned the strongest servant, but in the first battle, she met the krypton gold player Gilgamesh, and in the second battle, she met Minamoto Raimitsu, an infinite treasure. Up to now, half of the souls of the followers have not been collected.

The game experience of this loli is too bad.

"Berserker is very strong, don't be so low." An Zhiyu stepped forward, squatted halfway in front of her, and patted her head to comfort her.

"But tonight... I lost two battles." Illya bit her lip with an unwilling expression on her face.

"Counting the two times of Gilgamesh and Minamoto Raimitsu, if you add our escape, there are three times in total." An Zhiyu said.

Reminded by An Zhiyu, Ilya became more autistic, buried her head and said in a low voice, "I'm really too weak."

"It's not your fault, it's the opposite party." An Zhiyu patted her head and said.

"And the strongest job of the great hero is not Berserker, if you summon the Archer, you will win."

"Archer...?" Illya raised her head.

An Zhiyu nodded lightly, "It's too complicated to say. In short, this Holy Grail War is very unreasonable. Illya is still very powerful. It's midnight now, so let's have a good rest. If you want to go out and relax, tomorrow morning It will be safer."

Under An Zhiyu's comfort, Ilya finally obediently walked to the head of the bed, took off her boots with one leg, revealing a pair of tender white feet, looked back at An Zhiyu, and finally crawled into the bed.

"It seems that she has been hit quite a bit." Joan of Arc walked to An Zhiyu's side at some point.

"After all, I met those two existences at the cheating level." An Zhiyu sighed, "If it were placed in an ordinary Holy Grail War, it would be very easy for Aiga and Sakura to win the Holy Grail War."

"But what they want to seize is not the Holy Grail?" Joan of Arc turned to look at An Zhiyu.

"...Go to sleep!" An Zhiyu was stared at uncomfortably, turned around and got into another bed.

After being baptized by the "black mud", he temporarily gained a physical body, but the battle just now made him a little tired mentally, so it's better to take a rest.

Most importantly, Miss Saint's eyes are too terrifying.It looks gentle, but it is extraordinarily dazzling.

"Little fish are really popular." Joan of Arc stared at An Zhiyu lying under the quilt, and smiled.

"I don't know if something will happen to Ishtar." An Zhiyu said with some concern.

It was obvious to change the subject, but Joan was fooled. She hesitated for a moment and said, "Didn't she say that her Master is hiding in a very secret place...it shouldn't matter...?"

Although she could conduct another search, she felt that if she did so, she would be getting farther and farther away from her identity as a referee.

Where is this referee?It's clearly Saber's only referee, right?

How can this work?I will definitely not blow the black whistle again next time!

No matter what, she must stick to her bottom line!

Joan secretly swore.

……

The night was getting denser, probably because of being too tired, Joan of Arc fell asleep quickly, and An Zhiyu was lying on the bed with his hands on the back of his head. Although he just said he was going to sleep, it is impossible for him to fall asleep now .

After all, night is the time when the servants are most active, and this is not at Aige's house, so we still have to be careful.

I don't know what happened to that guy Ishtar.

But at most, he would be forced to sign a contract and become a servant of Aiga or Kama, but it doesn't matter.

An Zhiyu is now in a state of broken jars, because both Aige and Kama have strengths beyond normal servants, and servants who signed contracts with them can also display strengths that do not belong to their own level .

He is nothing more than a salted fish, how could it be possible to become enemies with these two at the same time?

Unless Illya can sign a contract with him and provide him with continuous magic power, there may be a glimmer of hope.

But this idea is too unrealistic.

Just as he was thinking about this, he suddenly felt that something was moving in the bed. An Zhiyu was stunned for half a second, and a cute little face poked out from the bed, with silver hair, red eyes, and thin clothes. The thin white suspender pajamas revealed large areas of snow-white skin.

An Zhiyu was stunned, looking at Ilya's clear eyes, while Ilya moved closer curiously, glanced at his dull eyes, and stretched out her small hand to touch his face.

"What are you doing without sleeping at night, Ilya?!" An Zhiyu finally woke up and threw off the quilt.

"Curious." Illya said to herself, "According to what Merlin said, Miss Sajo and Sakura are both targeting you, right? Obviously they should compete for the Holy Grail, why are you their priority?"

When she was talking, her petite body naturally sat on An Zhiyu's chest, and her fingers touched An Zhiyu's face to her chest. When she was about to continue down, An Zhiyu had to stop in time and held down An Zhiyu. Liya's little hand.

Illya looked down at him and said earnestly, "Isn't there something special about Saber? For example, Saber can also fulfill other people's wishes."

"You think I'm a god...even a god is impossible." An Zhiyu sat up with his own strength, but Yi Liya hugged his neck like a koala and refused to let go.

"Release quickly, Illya."

"Is big brother shy?" Illya looked down at him, her cute little face had a strange softness.

"I am a follower, and a follower will not be shy." An Zhiyu was serious.

Illya stared at him, then said "Hey", pushed him back on the bed, and said with great regret: "What a pity, if I also have huge magic power, I can also sign a contract with Saber."

"Don't worry about it, those two people are special existences." An Zhiyu said helplessly.

A link to the root, one that can extract magic power from the Holy Grail, there must be no shortage of magic power, I want Illya to sign another follower, unless she can also connect to the root, or can connect to the Holy Grail——

When thinking of this, An Zhiyu suddenly froze for a moment.

"Have you thought of something, big brother?" Seeing An Zhiyu's dull expression, Ilya moved her face closer, her warm and soft breath came to her face, as cute as a clingy kitten.

"I seem to have really thought of this possibility...but I need to take a risk to find someone."