Type Month; My Fiancée is Political

With a smile blooming like a flower, Mordred suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed Genryuin's lips.

The girl's kissing technique had no skill, it seemed that it was just announcing something unilaterally.

"From now on, Arturia!"

It is not the white gun that is not far away, but looking up at the sky. At this time, Mordred is staring at the black gun, King Arthur, the king of knights, his father, his former self, and Kamei. Luo's obsession was spoken seriously.

"From this moment on, I, Mordred, will have a showdown with you!"

This time, not for Camelot, nor for the king's status, but"

Having said that, Mordred finally couldn't hold on anymore.

The physical strength and magic power have been completely consumed in the battle just now, the depression in my heart and the wish for a thousand years have been fulfilled, and the girl fell like this.

"But for this man!"

Although the voice was low, Mordred's words were still heard by everyone present.

Just like the brilliant brilliance she showed before

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Chapter [*]. Conjectures on the Fifth Mission

Looking back, this is the first time Irisviel has been happy since she set foot on Fuyuki's land.

That's right, it's important to have your own heroic spirit by your side, and the quiet confidence and tolerance emanating from the other's petite body gave Alice Phil great peace of mind.

In addition, she was in the castle of the Einzbern family, choosing her own clothes, and she was obviously very happy.

"Lily, what do you think of this dress?"

Looking back at Arturia, Irisviel smiled.

"Eli, I think the clothes you have chosen are all good, just choose the one that you think is the most comfortable."

The only requirements for clothing are wearing, comfort, convenience and durability, etc. are particularly important reference elements. In Artoria's view, Alice Phil's behavior of choosing clothes for a long time is really incomprehensible.

However, more than the trivial matter of choosing clothes, she cared more about the girl named Mordred who left not long ago and the man named Kaos.

"Teacher, that girl just now is"

She was familiar with Mordred's existence, but since there were no Rebellious Knights in her own world, Artoria wondered if this might be the person in the world where the Black Spear stayed... who was similar to her but completely different.

And [She kissed the teacher, the relationship is very unusual!] The focus of attention will only be different beside Genryuin, and it is rare to pay attention to other places, Altoria asked.

"Oh.

Her name is Mordred, and she is one of the Knights of the Round Table in another world. I think about her identity.

Probably an artificial creature created by Morgan using forbidden magic."

Clap his hands and smiled, Yuan Liuyuan was thinking about how to complete his task at this time.

Yes, compared to the previous four missions, the Holy Grail War this time is undoubtedly more difficult.

The heroic spirits belonging to the Red Chaldea, the Clock Tower and the Royal Family, they are the spearman Kuchulenis, the clock tower swordsman, the white spearman, Arturia, Alice Phil Einzbern, the mage, Meli Roman Caleb. The bottom berserker, the king, Kotomine Kirei, the church cavalry, the conqueror of the king, the clock tower, the archer, the girl, Tosaka Tokisaki, the Tohsaka family, the assassins, Hephaestion, Matou Karan, the night Kirei family, and they belong to the Black Fang Wandering Sea, Atlas. The heroic spirits of Siyuan and Yog Domirenia are respectively the spearman, Skaha, Atra, swordsman, Mordred, Kaos, the wandering sea mage, Melinda Nick, the berserker of Yog Domirea, the berserker, the black gun, and the palace of Alvin Kiritsugu Magic Killer Cavalry Nero Coules Yog Dom Renia Archer Enkidu Kalen Yog Dom Renia Assassin Morgan Fiore Yog Dom Renia According to Mordred and himself , Genryuin finally confirmed that the last heroic spirit of the black side is also his old acquaintance, that... the magician of flowers who sneaked away in Camelot.

Looking at it now, all the heroic spirits in this Holy Grail War have a very familiar relationship with him, and his position this time is the savior, which means that his mission this time is definitely not in the eyes of the system to obtain the Holy Grail by force. the extent to which the task can be completed.

"Let me think about it, the fantasy system itself relies on me to change the world to obtain world points to complete the task, but the fourth Holy Grail War has changed beyond recognition. I now have a lot of clues but not many. The role of savior is very important.

That being said, this time

In the end of the mission, the enemy almost has a direction, it should be"

With a general grasp of the fifth mission in his heart, Yuanliuyuan has already thought about the next plan.

But before that, "Irisviel, I don't think you need to bring a swimsuit or anything, and you don't need to ask Arturia about underwear, she probably has zero knowledge about this."

Looking at Alice Phil, who had already packed all the clothes for Chunxiang, autumn and winter, and was arranging her swimsuits, underwear, etc., her more intimate clothes, Genryu-in sighed inwardly that this android has no interpersonal relationship between men and women. Is it not good to fiddle with those clothes in front of him?

"Ah Lily doesn't know underwear?"

The hand holding the clothes was stunned for a while, until Genryuin spoke before looking at Arturia's livid face, Irisviel was indeed as Genryuin thought, and she did not know much about some basic interpersonal common sense.

But this is also normal. As an artificial human, she has been trapped in Einzbern's house for so many years, and the Snow Maiden, who has hardly interacted with people, understands men as those in books and TV.

But it is such an innocent heart that makes people love him even more.

Meanwhile, inside the Hyatt Regency.

"Asshole, this bastard!"

Time passed, anger was like sulfuric acid, bit by bit, it corroded Kenneth's heart.

He is a first-class magician, he is the monarch of the clock tower, and he would never lose his cool because of his emotions.

This is especially true in the situation of real guns and live ammunition.

In fact, if this is an arcane duel between fellow first-class magicians, even if he fails, Kenneth will not have any emotions related to anger. In the face of Emiya Kiritsugu's methods, he will only sigh, Admiring the opponent's hand, calmly infers its true value, and concentrates on performing magic in return for the enemy's secret art.

A duel between sorcerers, such a noble and boastful gentleman's game, is the battle that Kenneth knows.

He gambled on the right to use the Holy Grail, and competed with Tosaka Tokiomi, Matou Zoken, and other rivals he had yet to meet.

I came to this remote place in the far east, and that's what I did.

But the pain of the right shoulder wound came in bursts.

As if: mocking Kenneth, insulting him, the pain continued.

It's not because of the wounds from the battle.

That's right, that kind of thing is absolutely, definitely not worthy of being called a battle! The duel with Emiya Kiritsugu, the polished leather shoes stepped on the rotten floor.

It's like overturning the cooking pot with carefully prepared dishes.

It was as if the carefully groomed clothes were stained with mud.

The opponents are ants who don't deserve to be called enemies.

It's filthy and unpleasant garbage even when you enter your field of vision.

This kind of thing is just trivial.

Something like being bitten by a wild dog.

Just bad luck.

Just laugh it off as bad luck.

He comforted himself like this in his heart, but only Kenneth himself knew that he was really angry to the extreme now.

Chapter [*]. The Fate of Kenneth and Emiya Kiritsugu

"Emiya Kiritsugu, damn it!"

The thing being played by the magician killer is just trivial, similar to being bitten by a wild dog.

Just bad luck.

Just laugh it off as bad luck.

This is what Kenneth convinced himself.

However, the wound on the shoulder was excruciatingly painful.

Like being burned bit by bit: the severe pain reproached Kenneth's pride and ate away his self-esteem.

The cold face was as expressionless as a mask.

Neither yelling nor gnashing of teeth.

In the eyes of others, it is by no means the expression of an angry person.

That's right.

Kenneth didn't hate anyone.

The anger was all directed at him.

It's just that he was provoked by the unexpected and unreasonable things.

"All failures are due to my incompetence, but I will not be careless next, Emiya Kiritsugu!"

The good training did not make Kenneth complain, and took this battle seriously with a twelve-point attitude. What he wanted more was to see the death of the enemy.

The rage with nowhere to go turned into a destructive impulse and spread along the Moon Spirit's marrow, and Kenneth struck the walls of the surrounding corridor with his blade whip.

"You bastard, get ready to die!"

The physical injury and the loss of blood made Kenneth chase after Emiya Kiritsugu who escaped with the steps of a sleepwalker.

Only the shapeless piece of mercury replaced the master's heart and followed him with murderous intent.

The door blocking the way was not pushed open, but crushed by the weight of mercury.

Whether it's vases, paintings, or elegant furniture, all the decorations you see are smashed and destroyed.

There are many pitfalls along the way.

Use the rope to pull Kenneth's defenseless fingers, or step on the letter tube in the fleece, and the equipped grenade explodes and the mine releases the shotgun.

At that time, the mercury protective film that expanded in an instant will block all of them regardless of their own health.

The trap was set up like a toy to deceive children, and it was ridiculous to Kenneth.

But the laughter, at the same time, seemed to laugh at Kenneth himself, who was being tricked by a toy like a toy.

Self-mockery cuts through self-esteem like an eviscerating knife.

That humiliation ignited the anger in his heart even more. Moon Spiritual Essence is a worthy dress, not something used for this kind of stupid child's play.