I don't like the gods, I want to be a hero

"Haha, I've already caught nineteen. What about you brother, how many have you caught?" The old man peeked at Lancer, with an expression of complacency that couldn't be concealed.

"How should I say it?" Lancer looked at the two lonely scarlet big-eyed fish in the bucket, and complained helplessly. "Since the old man has seen it, why bother to ask?"

"Hahaha, after all, you have to show off after winning the game, please don't mind my brother."

"Well, it's getting late, I should go back." Picking up his bucket, Lancer waved at the old man and turned to leave.

"Wait, brother." Looking at Lancer who had already started walking, the old man directly threw a plastic bag containing heavy objects over. "It's rare to meet fishing friends who are compatible with each other. These wines are taken as souvenirs."

"I wanted to have a few drinks while fishing, but I forgot because of the competition."

"Wine? Thank you so much, old man."

"By the way, there is one more thing I forgot to ask my little brother." The old man's eyes became meaningful at this moment. "Brother, do you think any major events will happen in Fuyuki City during this time?"

"To be honest, I don't know very well..." Lancer's footsteps paused, but he moved immediately. "However, I think it's better for the old man to go out and transfer for a month or two during this time."

The old man who got the answer silently watched Lancer's retreating back, with an expression of indescribable helplessness.

"Looks like I'm going to take that girl Dahe out to hide for a while, but it's a pity that the child from Wei Gong's family... can only resign to fate?"

......

Under Fuyuki's unknown bridge hole, Bazzett, who had finished all part-time jobs today, looked curiously at Lancer who was grilling fish.

"Did Lancer encounter anything interesting today? You seem to be very happy."

"Basically, I met a very chatty old man and caught two fish that are said to be delicious." Lancer thought of something with a smile on his face, and threw a plastic bag with a heavy object at Bazzett .

"Almost forgot this, it's a present, Master."

"Souvenir?" Somewhat dazedly, Bazett reached out to catch the plastic bag Lancer threw over, and then opened it in confusion. "This is? Wine?"

"Did Lancer make any money today?"

"Don't say such things with a strange face, as if we really can't make any money."

Lancer sighed, as if he was very helpless at his Master's reaction.But being optimistic by nature, he quickly put these things aside, and looked at Bazzett with a hearty smile again.

"I've said it all, it's a present, a present." Lancer gestured to Bazzett holding up a can of beer he had left behind. "It's just that someone gave it to me, and then I borrowed flowers to present it to you."

Seeing Lancer's smug expression, Bazzett sighed helplessly.

"Although you know that accidents are well-behaved, you should not expose the mystery to ordinary people, but as a follower, you really don't know what to say when you come into contact with people so casually."

"Haha, Master, you are so upright." Lancer, who was sitting on the rock, smiled and flipped the grilled fish. "It's not so easy to expose the mysterious existence if it's just chatting and fishing."

"Besides, the old man who gave me a gift today took the initiative to approach me, and he was very courageous."

"You who took the initiative to approach?!" Hearing this, Bazzett frowned. "Are you here to inquire about information for other contestants?"

Although Bazzett didn't care much about winning or losing the Holy Grail War, it was related to her own life after all, so she thought it was better to be careful.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'm not the kind of muscular head who casually exposes information." Lancer waved his hand, signaling his Master not to be so nervous.

"Although the old man took the initiative to approach me, he seems to care more about himself and the city than me and you."

"What do you mean?" Bazzett was a little puzzled.

"Anyway, there's no need to worry, it's just an old man who has something to do with mystery." Lancer chuckled, and handed the grilled fish to Bazzett next to him. "What I need most now is to comfort you..."

Suddenly, Lancer's voice paused uncontrollably.

Immediately afterwards, all the street lights on the bridge and on the street went out very rhythmically one by one, as if something terrifying was approaching.

Lancer keenly sensed a chilling malice, and instinctively summoned his spear.

But even though he was holding the magic gun that he had always regarded as his life, Lancer didn't feel the slightest sense of security.

"What's the matter? What happened? Lancer." Without knowing why, Bazett threw away the grilled fish in his hand, and quickly strengthened his body with the family runes.

"Be careful, Master. There's something very scary about... what!!!"

Hearing Lancer's exclamation, Bazzett immediately turned to look at his followers.

I saw Lancer1's eyes froze, his hands holding the gun were full of veins, and even a drop of cold sweat unconsciously left on his forehead.

It was hard for Bazzett to imagine that there would be any horrible thing in this world that could make this great Celtic hero into what he is today.

But when she followed Lancer's gaze and saw 'that thing', she instantly understood Lancer's feelings at this time.

"Lancer, that...what the hell is that?!"

Bazzett saw a pitch-black heroic figure slowly crossing over, but the strange thing was that, although it seemed to be walking slowly, the black shadow strangely crossed a large distance in the gap between the previous frame and this frame .

Like a three-dimensional creature wriggling in a two-dimensional world, the indescribably strange feeling stabbed Bazett's spirit severely.

"Be careful, Master." After all, Lancer was a hero from the Age of Gods, and Lancer quickly adapted to the mental impact brought by the shadow, and even managed to squeeze out a smile to appease his master's emotions.

"Although I have learned a little from Berserker before, I never thought that when I actually met this thing, its performance would be much more terrifying than what Berserker told me."

Lancer had been in contact with the mighty Berserker in private, and apparently reached an agreement.

If she had heard this news in normal times, Bazzett would have asked Lancer to explain it to her seriously and resolutely, but when faced with this weird shadow, she was indifferent to the news.

In other words, her mind was completely occupied by the shadow at this moment, and she no longer had the energy to think about anything else.

On the pitch-black shadow, several scarlet lines seemed to be engraved, and twisted and intertwined.

"Master! Be careful!!!"

Bazzett didn't react at all, and his body was kicked away fiercely.

"Pfft!"

The sound of the body being pierced is so clear in this silent environment, the bright red blood is slowly flowing on the ground, and there is also a pungent smell in the air.

There was blood on Bazzett's face, her pupils trembled, and she didn't realize what happened just now.

"Lancer..." Bazzett's voice trembled.

"Run away! Master." Blood dripped from the corner of Lancer's mouth, and a twisted tentacle pierced through the heart where the spiritual nucleus was located, but even so, this great hero reminded his Master to run away as soon as possible.

"But... your injury!"

"Don't worry." Lancer wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then pretended to be relaxed and twisted off the tentacles that penetrated the heart. "If...you just leave the field because of this injury, what kind of hero is this uncle!"

As if sensing Lancer's firm will, Bazzett gritted his teeth, turned his head and fled in a direction away from the crowd without wasting any time.

'Shua——! ! ! '

Seeing Bazzett running away, the black shadow shot dozens of tentacles at her, but they were all stopped by Lancer holding a long gun.

"According to Berserker's news, your first target should be us Servants." Lancer stuck his gun into the ground to save his rapidly draining stamina. "But why keep attacking my Master?"

"..."

"I don't think that guy Berserker will give me unreliable information, so you probably think that you're sure of me, and then you want to attack my Master first, so as to avoid her from causing you any trouble, right?"

"..."

"But it's a pity, bastard!" Lancer suddenly opened one eye, and his expression became extremely ferocious in an instant.

"My uncle is here!!! You should die!"

Chapter 49 Target - Matō House

In the reception room of Einzbern, Ilya, who had just parted from Shirou, was concentrating on observing her younger brother through the crystal ball. It was not until they completely walked out of the barrier of the castle that the girl jumped off the sofa in a slightly disappointed manner. .

"Serra, can you be kinder to Shirou?"

Thinking of the scene where Emiya Shirou just proposed to use cooking skills to thank himself and Serius, but was stared back by Sera before he finished speaking, Illya complained to the lady beside her with some dissatisfaction.

"Miss, he is the son of that traitor Emiya Kiritsugu." The maid looked serious, and the tone of the conversation with Illya was also a little harsh.

"And the Saber next to him is clearly the King of Knights summoned by Madam Alice in the last Holy Grail War, which means that the treasure 'Avalon' stolen by that traitor is on that guy."

"Using my Einzbern's treasure to summon a Servant, and shamelessly asking for help, Emiya Shirou is just as bad as that traitor."

Disgusting words came out of Serra's mouth like a cannonball, and it could be seen that the maid had accumulated a lot of malice in this short period of time.

"Don't say that." Ilya waved her hand casually, her attitude was perfunctory that could be seen at a glance. "Shirou knows almost no magic tricks, which means Kiritsugu didn't tell him too much about us at all."

"Isn't it normal for you not to know that the 'Avalon' you own belongs to us Einzbern?"

"Then why didn't the miss ask for it back today?" If it was when she first arrived in Fuyuki City, Sera would probably give Illya a very serious remonstrance, and her words would be very fierce.

But after these days of observation, especially after the previous quarrel with Illya, Sera roughly understood what kind of feelings her eldest lady had for Shirou Emiya, and her tone of communication became much calmer as a result.

"If the eldest lady asks for it, or directly writes this matter in the covenant with them, I believe that given their current situation, no matter how reluctant they are, they will respectfully offer 'Avalon' with both hands. "

"But the eldest lady didn't even mention this matter, and she wasn't even prepared for the 'self-compulsory essay collection' that she said at the beginning."

The maid stared at her eldest lady indifferently, but her sharp words fully demonstrated her dissatisfaction.

"Hey." Ilya touched her little head, and then shifted her gaze out of the window with some guilt.

"It seems that the eldest lady knows very well that her actions are very problematic..."

The maid's nagging reprimand made Ilya very impatient, but she couldn't refute the fact that she knew she was wrong.

However, this obviously did not bother the eccentric Ilya. When she rolled her eyes, she came up with an idea in an instant. "Hey, it doesn't look early, what's our dinner tonight, Sierra."

"Miss... Alas~~~" Sera wanted to say something more, but in the end she just sighed helplessly.

"The staple food is German sausage, served with grilled lamb chops, the drink is black tea, and there are various freshly squeezed juices to choose from, but due to supply problems, melon juice and watermelon juice can only be provided in limited quantities, and the dessert after dinner is ..."

"They're all tired dishes." Ilya pursed her lips, muttering sullenly. "I want to try something new, like the stew that Shirou mentioned."

Hearing this, Sera glanced at Illya suspiciously. At this moment, she couldn't tell whether the girl was really tired of her own dishes, or she wanted to find an excuse to send herself away.

But her identity is only a maid after all, and Sera, who can't overstep, can only cast a helping eye to Serleus who is beside her.

Seeing Sera's use of off-court aid again without talking about martial arts, Illya also looked nervously at Serleus.

Aware of the plea in the eyes of the two, Seleus, who was silently watching the play beside him, found himself in trouble.

To be honest, he actually didn't want to get involved in the dispute between the two women, especially when the two parties in the dispute were his cute little master Illya and Sera who was in charge of his daily meals.

That's why he kept silent just now.

But now that the dispute between the two had clearly involved him, Serius had no choice but to make a statement.

"Since Illya wants to try it, stew is not a troublesome dish..."

Serius knew very well that although the two seemed to be discussing the meaningless topic of 'what to have for dinner', they were actually arguing over 'how to treat Shirou Emiya' .

If it is another topic that involves principles or poses a threat to Illya's safety, Seleus will think about it and give what he thinks is the most appropriate opinion.

But if it only involved Shirou Emiya, Seleus would of course stand firmly on Illya's side.

"Why can't I meet Illya's little request?"

"People already know that Berserker is the best!" Hearing this, Ilya immediately cheered.

Seeing that Serleus, the only one who could make Illya obediently, did not intend to help, Saila sighed heavily again, and made her last struggle.

"I'm really sorry, Miss, the ingredients carefully prepared by Mr. Ahad in the castle and kept using magic techniques do not contain the cheap ingredients of the commoners, so..."

'It's hard for me, Sierra. 'Illya, who guessed Sera's intentions, muttered in her heart.

"That's how it is. Berserker and I will go shopping for ingredients, and Serra will stay at home and prepare."

"How... no! I mean the time is already..." Sera cried out in panic, but she still reacted at a critical moment.

"As long as the store is not closed, it will be fine. What's more, although we have reached a short-term alliance with Shirou and the others, there are still Lancer and Caster that have not been resolved. I can also check their traces by the way."

Saying so, Illya directly pulled Serius out of the living room.

"But..." Sera stretched out a hand, but he could only helplessly look at Illya's figure gradually disappearing from sight...

"Serra, it's true. Knowing that Shirou is my younger brother, she kept threatening him with her eyes." Sitting in her exclusive seat, Illya pouted dissatisfiedly. "Obviously, people still want to taste Shirou's cooking skills?"

"Sera is also kind." Serius controlled his steps so as not to bump the little Master on his shoulders. "After all, Shirou is also the master of the Holy Grail War. Coupled with the accident that happened in the last Holy Grail War, it is normal for her to be hostile to people other than Einzbern."

"That's right." Illya stretched out a hand and wrapped it tightly around Serius' head. "When Kiritsugu was still in Einzbern, he could be called a good husband and father."

"But who knows, he will do that kind of thing at a critical moment..."

Perhaps because of the added love from Serius, Illya is no longer as excited as before when talking about the past ten years ago.

Although it is still a bit sad to mention Kiritsugu's behavior in the last Holy Grail War, but more of it is a kind of calm and plain.

"By the way, has Illya thought about it..." Serius thought about it, but still made a decision. "Your biological father, Kiritsugu actually had no choice but to destroy the Great Holy Grail?"

"what?"