Hey Timothy Grail

"If you have to describe it that way, I will be ashamed of these titles."

While dissipating the brilliance of the projection magic, Fang Han silently pressed down on the girl's black skirt that followed Newton's law, with an innocent face:

"Also, Tohsaka Tokiomi?? Know me? Are you sure it's him, not some shiny gold guy?"

"Of course! If it wasn't for the preciousness of this sacred relic that was specifically stated in the relics left by my father, how could I possibly use it to summon heroic spirits? Wait...you should be Saber, right?"

"Saber? Personally, I would rather be a teacher."

Fang Han smiled with joy on his face.

While admiring the girl's rippling beauty again, the system promotion sound of Sanwu Mechanic Girl quietly appeared in my ears.

The Holy Grail War, the Fuyuki nuclear peace, the seven major ranks, transcending...

Fang Han looked at the shattered great sword in the girl's arms, it was the shattered sword of death when he and Timma finally fought, and he suddenly realized:

"It seems that there are rumors about me in this world??"

"I don't know whether King Gilgamesh and I are teachers and friends in the epic myth, or whether we are rivals in love and the relationship between the second and fifth sons."

Fang Han nodded, looking forward to it.

According to the system's explanation, he was on the verge of death after the last battle with Tima, but because the little snow-white beast temporarily recovered some of the power of the original goddess, he used the tide of chaos to reshape his new body like a follower .

And Fang Han asked the world consciousness Alaya and Gaia to help him escape from the imaginary space.

These two behind-the-scenes sisters, who can be called profiteers, did nothing but sell someone to Miss Tohsaka in this world, replacing the original position of a righteous partner.

Of course, it would be great if someone could help them solve the hidden disasters of a certain world out of kindness.

Fang Han, who understood the ins and outs, also found that his newly conceived half-human and half-god body was infused with a kind of thin energy with a highly similar magic power in his body, only slightly different in subtleties, and felt a little uncomfortable. It should be this. Fang Tiandi's "magic power".

Compared with the Age of Gods, the magic power here is really too thin.

It's like the emperor who is used to eating full banquets of Manchu and Han Dynasties, you suddenly fill him with millet porridge.

From luxury to simplicity, from frugality to luxury is difficult!Fang Han resisted the discomfort in his body, and tried his best to let himself feel the life of a modern magician.

When she was thinking about it, the girl in front of her was already close to madness. She shook Fang Han's shoulders resignedly, as if she wanted to shake someone unconscious and return the product to replace it with the long-awaited quilt king.

Following the exaggerated movements, Fang Han opened his eyes and could only see a piece of white flowers.

—what is covering my eyes?Is it strength?No, it's Naiko!

——Damn it... As the great hero of Uruk, the original saint who saved humanity also has dignity. If you shake it again... I beg you to take me! !

Fang Han fell into deep thought for a long time, while the girl over there was tired, but lost her mind for a while:

"Aren't you a saber? You don't look like a god king either?"

The corners of the girl's mouth twitched twice, the blush on her face did not fade, her emerald-like crystal clear eyes were full of surprise and uncertainty: "That means, I messed up again at the critical moment??!"

003 Can you show me your sword?

Ah, the word "you" is used very quintessentially, girl.

Feeling the familiar off-line, Fang Han almost laughed out loud.

A little touched, as expected of you.

The girl sat up with difficulty. After a long time of inhaling and exhaling, she finally recovered from the extreme shock and looked down at someone who "kindly" helped her to press down the flying skirt. She sincerely To express my gratitude to this gentleman... no wonder! !

"Is this death accusation sword yours? The characteristic of killing immortality!"

"In a sense, yes."

Fang Han shrugged, and naturally clenched the girl's hand.

Tohsaka Rin gently pinched the little finger of the man in front of him, it was really tactile!

While lamenting the miraculous structure of the heroic spirit in front of him, he began to think about Fang Han's position.

"But this is not right! Among the confidential information of the clock tower I collected, the old man with this characteristic should not be the strongest knight who can destroy the world and destroy the world? You don't look old either. ? Can you show me your sword?"

"good eyesight!"

Fang Han applauded, looked at the old chairs next to him, and sat down side by side with the dull-eyed girls, looking solemnly at Zhuang Rong:

"Blind student, congratulations on discovering Hua Dian, yes, I am indeed not the assassin of the Three Red Warriors!"

"Assassin?? No, it has nothing to do with eyesight, normal people should be able to see it!"

For some reason, the original fear and panic when summoning the servants completely disappeared in the almost bickering with Fang Han.

At this time, the girl tilted her shoulders, and just looked at Fang Han carefully, and even had the illusion of bickering with her high school friend Mizuru Ayako for no reason.

etc--

The girl suddenly remembered that since this morning, all the alarm clocks in her house seemed to be an hour faster.

In other words, it's not two o'clock in the morning, but one o'clock in the morning! !

"It's over, it's over, it's all my fault!"

The girl drooped her shoulders, almost autistic.

"No, although I don't know what you're complaining about, but it's all Tokiomi's fault."

Rin Tohsaka was taken aback, and quickly asked, "Why is it my father's fault?"

There was a smile on the corner of Fang Han's mouth: "There is no reason, everything is Tokiomi's fault anyway."

"Tch, it's an unreasonable resignation."

Tohsaka Rin vented for a while, his emotions stabilized, and his strength recovered. Shi Shiran stood up, patted the dust on the short skirt, and said:

"Well, the matter has come to this point, even if you are not very reliable, I can only reluctantly accept it..."

"I just have one last question - can you show me your sword?"

Miss Tohsaka is doing her last struggle, as long as the prostitute in front of her can take out even the most common sword, she can comfort herself that her primary goal has been accomplished.

Well, after all, all of this is Tokiomi... no, it's all the result of his own mistakes.

She could only smile with tears in her eyes.

Fang Han gave a noncommittal oh, and his gentle figure suddenly appeared on the side of the magic workshop.

As he lowered his eyes, countless light blue spiritual power powders fell on his right hand, and the gleaming sword seemed to span the distance of time and space out of thin air.

Swish-!

The Taidao projected from Fang Han's hand drew a beautiful arc along the simple and thick redwood fir table.

"The name of this sword is Ju Yiwen Zezong."

"Boom—"

The antique long table with a history of more than [-] years disappeared with the wind, and Miss Tohsaka's psychological defense also collapsed.

"Hey...you just drew your sword? So fast!"

It was too late to calculate how much of the inheritance left to him by his father had gone, Rin Tosaka looked at the Qinghui in Fang Han's hands with bright eyes, it was really a sword, this wave seems to have no blood loss... probably! !

And Ju Yiwen Zezong... Why does this sword look so familiar?

"Are you a sword master in the Edo period?" Rin Tosaka, a top student, barely recognized the seal script on it with piercing eyes.

Fang Han smiled, turned the edge of the knife upside down, and handed the famous knife to the curious girl.

"Hey, is this really okay? Can I touch it?"

Without the slightest awareness of being a master, Tohsaka Rin carefully looked at the famous Juyizi Wenzong who left a great reputation in the Warring States Period. He only felt that the precepts that a certain Mapo priest warned him were not so right!

Is the archer whom my father summoned before, who draws his sword and cuts people down at the slightest disagreement, really a serious follower? !

The girl hadn't finished expressing herself yet, Fang Han flipped her fingers over there, [Ming Lei] and [Killing Intent] clenched it tightly again, the cold blade unsheathed again, and slashed forward.

Seeing the blade so close at hand, Rin Tohsaka suddenly calmed down, her mind was emptied, and she was delighted with Saber's excitement. Kotomine Kirei's careful instructions all disappeared. She put her hands on her hips and came back to her senses:

"Wait—don't keep doing things with the most expensive antiques!"

With the sound of the silver bottle breaking again, the heroine of the Tohsaka family's business is almost bankrupt.

"Really? Be careful next time."

The [Singing Thunder] and [Murdering Intent] belonging to "Nitian First Class" Miyamoto Musashi were handed over to the girl again, and Fang Han then took out the Spear of Thorns and Death, the Sword of Vowed Victory, Taisao Miike Norita, and finally projected He inherited the Great Sword of Death Proclamation inherited from the Old Man of the Mountain.

"Here, this is the holy relic you summoned me."

"Uh... yes."

"Cough cough."

The weather in autumn is quite cold, and the cold wind pours into the clothes along the sleeves. When stimulated by the cold, Miss Tohsaka always feels a tightness in her chest, and she can hardly breathe.

Well, what's the situation?please!These are all famous swords, sacred swords and treasures that have left a great reputation in epic myths. Don't stuff them for yourself like selling rags.

"It's even more difficult for me to imagine you like this..."

From the girl's point of view, Fang Han is not very old and has an extraordinary appearance. He has long black hair that is a bit messy, and his face is sharp and angular. There are even a few tiny wounds on his face, and his dark golden eyes are as bright as stars. Echoing each other, there is a bit of thrilling and strange feeling.

This... should be quite reliable, right?

The girl exhaled softly, this thought had just arisen.

In the next second, after days of hard work and mana consumption, the most terrible thing was the low blood sugar in the diet state, which made the young lady stagger and fall on her back.

"Am I so scary?"

Fang Han scratched his head, and in the next second, he appeared under the girl like a teleportation, accompanied by the Qingming of the sword falling to the ground, and an equally soft and tender body.

A certain woman who was abandoned halfway raised her head, and found that the girl who was so excited just now and couldn't vent her anger had just passed out in someone's arms. , as pure and lovely as a child.