“Thank you very much.” Ezequiel nodded deeply to Emiya Shirou to express his gratitude. He looked around—but most of his eyes stayed on Rider: “Don’t worry about Knight Menechel. I think the Master summoned me at that time, probably for him.”

The moment he opened his mouth, he felt the depression in his chest loosen up.

Rider Lanmaroc

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 304: Fake

2023-07-29

Walking on the path at night, two white bird-like familiars floated quietly in front, exploring the surrounding environment, but Illya's mind was thinking about the scenes that had just happened.

At that time, there was no one in the Emiya residence who could stop Berserker. In that situation, she could have let Berserker attack Emiya Shirou, and it would have been easy to chop off his head or take him away.

But at that moment, Illya seemed to have lost interest in Shirou Emiya. The individual named Shirou Emiya was no longer meaningful to Illya. Illya watched the scenes like an outsider. She watched Rin Tōsaka treat her, watched Saber buy time for his treatment, and she even saw Kiritsugu, the man who placed the Einzbern relic on Shirou Emiya, but died early due to illness.

The only one left beside her was Berserker, who called her "Avril" and regarded her as "Avril".

She is like a substitute.

The cold wind blew on Illya, and the originally warm purple cotton coat seemed useless at this moment. She couldn't help but hug her arms.

"But it's fine like this, it's just a container."

Illya comforted herself, she stopped and reached out to touch the Berserker beside her, the hard scales seemed to have a different temperature. A layer of red stigmata appeared on her white face, one of which glowed black and then quickly disappeared.

"Berserker, wake up."

She didn't like Berserker in combat mode. An irrational Berserker who only shouted "Avril" without even a basic disguise didn't exist. She didn't want that even as a substitute.

She watched the blood color in Berserker's eyes gradually fade away, watched the red pupils of Berserker change from emptiness to confusion and finally to clarity. Illya pursed her lips and when she looked up again, her expression became cheerful again.

"Is it resolved...Illya?"

Hearing her name, Illya's eyebrows curved and revealed a gentle smile: "Not yet, I don't want to kill him yet."

She lied. In fact, even Illya herself didn't know what she was thinking.

Most of her hatred for Emiya Shirou comes from Emiya Kiritsugu. It is precisely because she cares about Kiritsugu too much that the hatred distorted from love when she is abandoned is so strong and unforgettable.

She thought that she could eliminate this hatred by killing Shirou Emiya, but was this idea wrong from the beginning?

Illya didn't know, no one had ever told her what this feeling was.

She stretched out her hands to Menechel, who understood and lifted Illya up and let her ride on his shoulders.

Illya habitually held the horns on Menechel's head with her hands. She pointed the way quietly, and he walked quietly.

"Berserker." Illya couldn't help it and she cried out.

"what happened?"

"No, nothing." Illya's voice became gentle. She was afraid that if she broke this disguise, she would lose her last harbor. "Let's go back to Sera. I'm hungry."

Menachel knew that Illya was worried, and he looked gloomy but didn't know how to comfort her. He was just a servant, a dead person, and couldn't give Illya a sense of security by giving anything. All he could do was to accompany her insignificantly.

"Want to go out for a walk tomorrow?"

So he suggested.

……

There was a slight clicking sound coming from the entrance.

Sakura Matou turned her head and saw that the door handle turned a circle and was pushed open from the outside.

"cherry."

Matou Shinji's voice came from afar, and Matou Sakura responded.

"Hungry again, Sakura?"

As soon as he walked into the house, Shinji Matou noticed that Sakura Matou had half of her soup noodles left. Sakura Matou smiled embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, it's just..."

"I'm hungry too. Is there anything left?" Matou Shinji raised his hand to interrupt his sister's apology. He touched his stomach and said, "If there's nothing, forget it. I'm not too hungry anyway."

"some."

Sakura Matou stood up and trotted towards the kitchen.

Looking at his sister's receding back, Shinji Matou supported his head with one hand and nodded repeatedly as if he might fall asleep at any time.

The fire in Toki ten years ago was not all bad, at least for Matou Shinji. A big sister with purple short hair miraculously saved him and his sister from the fire. The fire only took away the person who should go to hell the most - his nominal grandfather Matou Zouken. If that guy had lived until now, he didn't know how destitute he and Sakura would have become.

After his grandfather passed away, Matou Shinji sold the ancestral house of the Matou family, and with the money his father sent from time to time, Matou Shinji was able to barely make ends meet. He could also learn magic from the notes passed down at home, but neither he nor his father had any talent for magic, but fortunately Sakura had an extraordinary talent.

But in the end, there was no guide.

While half asleep, Matou Shinji was suddenly awakened by a gust of cold wind. Rider had appeared at some point, and he had been keeping this cold attitude since he came out of Emiya's house.

"Rider, have you explored the surrounding area?"

"No signs of Servant activity were found, nor were there any suspicious rituals left."

Matou Shinji frowned, feeling somewhat worried but helpless. He couldn't even find any clues about Rider's phantom horse, so he felt that he would never gain anything with his mortal body.

In fact, this is not the first time that Matou Shinji has sent Rider to investigate.

Ever since the Holy Grail began selecting its Master, Sakura has been in a state of inexplicable hunger, as if all her magic power had been drained away.

At first, Shinji Matou suspected that a magician or a servant summoned in advance had set up a soul extraction technique, so he asked Sakura Matou to summon Rider in advance. But after several days, nothing was found.

Before rushing to the Emiya residence, he even asked Rider to rush back for a surprise inspection.

He felt dizzy. He had consumed too much magic power tonight. Although Rider's nominal master was Sakura Matou, her current condition made it unsafe for him to let her participate in the Holy Grail War.

Just at this moment, Matou Sakura came back with a bowl in her hand. The girl placed the bowl in front of Matou Shinji and sat down in her original position. She obviously wanted to ask something, but she was too shy to say it.

Matou Shinji raised his eyebrows, and seeing Matou Sakura's expression, he said, "You want to ask about that guy Emiya, right?"

"Is Emiya-senpai okay?"

"That guy was lucky. He was still alive and kicking after being hit twice by Berserker. He even dared to confront Berserker alone. Of course, I saved him in the end... And that Tohsaka guy was also there."

"Is Senior also involved in the Holy Grail War?"

"That guy became the master of the strongest Saber." Matou Shinji glanced at Matou Sakura's expression, sighed helplessly and added: "Besides, Tousaka and I are here, I will let him survive."

Thinking of Shirou Emiya, Shinji Matou thought of his Saber. Why did he summon such a troublesome guy when there were so many other people to summon? Now, how to dispel the grudge in Rider's heart has become Shinji Matou's biggest headache.

Judging from Rider's performance at that time, if he really forced himself on Shinji Matou, he would probably kill him to vent his anger.

Without him, Shinji Matou will end this alliance sooner or later.

Shinji Matou was eating noodles when he suddenly thought of something and paused.

"Ok?"

Why does Rider care so much about Berserker? Do they have a deep connection?

I originally planned to replace Assassin with King Arthur, and retain part of Saber's spiritual power by cheating the summoning method. King Arthur is indeed possible to be summoned as Assassin. He once tried to use the Sword in the Stone to attack in a duel. In addition, Kallen, who has an indifferent attitude, might really try it. But I don't know if everyone can accept it, so I didn't write it rashly (it doesn't matter if you can't accept it, just replace Assassin with Hassan. Assassin's role is not important and will not affect the progress of the outline)

As for why I didn't set Saber to be Artoria from the beginning, because in the second volume of FZ, I just wrote that Artoria let go of her obsession, and then she said "Hey, I'm back again", which made the gunner look very clownish. Assassin, at least, can be regarded as a kind of shame, it can be there or not, it depends on your feedback

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 305 Interference

2023-07-29

Shinji Matou yawned loudly. Even though today was a rare weekend, he still got up early.

Tongying hadn't woken up when he went out. Last night, the girl waited until he came back before going to bed, and it was almost two o'clock then.

Thinking about some unimportant things, Matou Shinji walked all the way to the temple gate and realized that he was still wearing the rustic school uniform of Hogunhara Academy. It would be too stupid to go back and change now, and there would be no point in getting up early. By eight o'clock, more and more people would come to ask for divination.

Ryudo Temple is the only formal temple in Toki, and as a native of Toki, Shinji Matou is certainly not here for tourism. He wants to ask for an amulet for Matou Sakura.

Although he didn't believe these, the more hope the better. Sakura's strange illness forced Shinji Matou to believe it once.

However, Shinji Matou was not the first to arrive. He had to wait for half an hour before it was Shinji Matou's turn.

Holding the amulet with the words "immunity to all diseases" inscribed on it, Matou Shinji took a deep breath. I hope it will work - if it really comes to the last resort, the Holy Grail...

Shinji Matou thought of the Holy Grail, which is known as the universal wish-granting machine.

Last night, Shinji Matou, who witnessed the battle between Servants for the first time, truly realized what a surreal ritual the Holy Grail War was. The extremely fast battle between Rider and Archer far exceeded the limits of human beings, and it was a power beyond the imagination of normal people.

Therefore, Shinji Matou tossed and turned last night and couldn't fall asleep. He asked Rider what the chances of winning would be if the opponent was Archer, and Rider's answer made Shinji Matou feel a little relieved.

"If Archer doesn't have any other hidden killer moves, defeating Archer will only cause some injuries. If Archer's hidden trump card is not something beyond the standard, then the chances of defeating Archer are 80%."

Hearing Rider's answer, Matou Shinji eliminated the threat of Rin Toosaka in his mind, and then he thought of Berserker, the rival that Rin Toosaka had set up in the open, and Matou Shinji asked Rider the same question. But this time, Matou Shinji was responded to by a long silence.

It was not until Matou Shinji became uneasy due to the silence that Rider gave the answer.

"If Berserker is really Menechel... Archduke, I have no confidence that I can survive."

Who on earth was that person that made even Rider, who had tamed Phantom Horse, say such unconfident words?

Although along the way Matou Shinji repeatedly asked Rider about the relationship between her and Minachell, the only response he got was Rider's silence.

He was suddenly somewhat glad that he did not possess a Command Seal, otherwise Matou Shinji even felt that he would not be able to resist using a Command Seal to force Rider to speak out.

As he was walking out of the temple, Rider, who had been in spirit form beside him, suddenly appeared, only to disappear again the next moment.

"Berserker is just ahead... It is indeed Menechel." Rider's words echoed in Matou Shinji's ears, and the female knight tried to lower her voice to avoid being heard by outsiders.

Matou Shinji raised his head and met a pair of cold red eyes. He couldn't help but shudder.

But then he said to Rider beside him in the same low voice: "Use the causal line to contact Sakura and tell her to quickly notify Emiya and Tousaka to come over. I have discovered Berserker's whereabouts and I will try my best to delay him."

"What do you want to do?"

Facing the doubts of his servants, Matou Shinji said in a matter-of-fact tone: "Since you all say he is so strong, of course we should eliminate him as soon as possible."

……

The fighting last night caused quite a stir, but during the day no news was heard, not even rumors of "a disaster in a certain place".

Perhaps Dongmu has long been accustomed to the existence of disasters.

Menechel looked at the worshippers coming out of Ryudo Temple. It was obviously not a grand festival, but there were still many pilgrims in this temple.

It was beyond Minesher's expectation that Illya would choose to come to Ryudo Temple. He originally thought that Illya would be more interested in busy places like large shopping malls. But when Minesher raised his doubts, Illya puffed up her face and complained unhappily: "I'm not a child, how can I only think about playing!"

Ryudo Temple, as one of the few buildings passing through the Dongmu Spiritual Vein, is indeed one of the important strongholds that must be explored clearly, but its importance is far less than that of the three major families who are local powerful families.

He looked at Illya who was talking to a middle-aged woman. The girl was like a child listening to stories told by her elders at home. She was looking at the women who were talking in front of her quietly, nodding in agreement from time to time.

Minachell had just checked the lady's hands. The backs of her hands were clean and tidy, and she did not have strong magical fluctuations. She was just an ordinary fortune-teller. There was nothing unusual.

Looking at Illya who was listening with great interest, Menachel couldn't help but smile slightly.

"You are still just a child after all."

As he was thinking this, he suddenly felt a burning gaze. He turned his head alertly and immediately spotted a man with blue seaweed hair in the crowd.

The man was wearing gloves, and although the magical aura on his body was not as strong as Illya's, it was still stronger than the pilgrims around him. The most important thing was that the boy in front of him, who was about seventeen or eighteen years old, was wearing a brown and yellow school uniform that he had just seen last night - it was the same school uniform as Shirou Emiya.

They are from the same school and might be the same Master.

Thinking of this, Menechel took half a step closer to Illya, and at the same time informed Illya of the abnormality here through the causal line. As long as the man in front of him showed any suspicious behavior, he would instantly attack.

The blue waves surged, forming a silhouette half a meter in front of Menachel. As if to avoid attracting attention, the silhouette flashed by and vaguely revealed that it was a knight in light armor. Menachel's thoughts were confirmed, the man in front of him was indeed a Master.

He looked at Minasel, his voice stiff and awkward.

"Would it be convenient for us to talk somewhere else?"

Menechel raised his eyebrows. Just as he was about to speak, a voice spoke before him: "Will you wait for your companions to come and besiege Berserker together?"

The high school student's smile became forced when he heard the voice, and he turned awkwardly to look at Illya who was speaking.

Illya's silver hair under her purple knitted hat stood up, revealing two white birds entangled at the end of her hair. Illya smiled cutely at Matou Shinji: "Big brother, I heard the conversation you had with the big sister next to you just now."

Matou Shinji was attracted by the familiar familiar. He almost blurted out, "Did you release the familiar in the school?"

Let me think about how to write

(End of this chapter)

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