[Fate Gun Brother] The 2.5th Holy Grail War

Gloves, with blond hair, is Rod Hawke.

All expressions had long been removed from his resolute face, only the frozen zero-degree killing intent remained.

The right hand is stretched vertically into the air, the wrist is wrapped with silk thread, and the silk thread is tied to the pier. That fulcrum is all the strength to support his body from falling down.In the moonlight, his antics are like a magician clown.

"Don't be annoyed when your neighbor plays the piano at two o'clock in the middle of the night. You can wake him up at four o'clock and tell him you appreciate his playing. Well, I'd love to know who that was. Said."

The words that came out of that polite mouth were chilling.On the river, the tragic state of the wreck of the cruise ship was reflected in his gray eyes.The fragmented hull, the screaming people.Is that fear? —Those things reflected in the eyes of those who fell into the water, those things in the eyes of the survivors.

No, there is no room for fear anymore.All I can feel is despair.

Accompanied by the sound of the wind being cut, the light spots flickered.Another spear, countless spears flew towards the corpse of the cruise ship.

***

River water kept rushing into Haierwen's mouth, and the salty and bitter taste kept flooding the river.too painful.It is better to die immediately than to endure this.

Until he felt someone hug him.

Judging that the master's situation is quite critical, the rider materialized automatically without being summoned.She hugged the boy's waist and swam with all her strength, escaping from the brutal massacre on the cruise ship.

The enemy is attacking from somewhere above the cruise ship, and horseback will no doubt be shot into a sieve.Can't fall into the enemy's tricks, only the waterway is their only way to survive.

Rider sneaked under the water and continued to swim south.

The blond boy seemed to have passed out.

Rider had to stop, leaned down in the water and kissed the boy's pale lips, sending air into his chest.She had to stop and do this every part of the way.

The unconscious person didn't open his eyes, his fingers were convulsed but weak, and he didn't even have the strength to grab her. Rider sighed silently, and could only hug him tighter, letting the boy's head be buried tightly against her chest.

The armor skirt on her body greatly reduced the rider's diving ability, and she could only try her best to swim forward in the water.To swim out of the range that the enemy can detect... You must work harder, work harder, hold on!

The bottom is dark and cold.In April, the water of the river was bone-chilling in the wee hours of the morning.The hands and feet are weak due to long-term paddling, not to mention having to free up one hand to hug the owner tightly.The top hat on his head was washed away. The rider subconsciously hugged the boy beside him.She gritted her teeth and swam, her figure began to get heavier...

Shoals, shoals... south shoals...

The white light in front of my eyes finally grew bigger and bigger...

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo—"

Heilwen woke up from the darkness.Turned over, coughing violently.This time, what was coughed up was not blood, but water.

He felt extremely uncomfortable all over.Flooded ears, shoes, swollen nasal passages from the river, mud in the hair, discomfort from clothes sticking to the body.He could feel the skin all over his body soaked.His head was buzzing, and his whole body was groggy.

Wait, he can still feel this?He's not--dead?

"master."

This beautiful female voice belongs to

of his followers.Only then did Haierwen realize that he had saved his life. Rider saved him.

He raised his head in panic, and immediately saw the pair of sea-like eyes close at hand.At that moment, his whole body trembled.He threw himself into the rider's arms.

There was no surprise at this sudden hug, and there was no reaction at all. Rider just looked down at the boy who was hugging him tightly with a peaceful expression on his face.Her flaxen curly hair was a bit disheveled, her hat had been washed away by the river, and her wet hair, skin and clothes indicated the unsettled disaster not long ago.

The rider's armor hurt him a little, but he didn't let go.Just like a newborn baby is nostalgic for his mother's embrace, at this moment, this breast is the last harbor he can stay in. Even the cold texture of metal becomes warm as if bathed in the sun.

Heilwen didn't have any impression of his mother.His mother died in childbirth due to his birth.He couldn't help but wonder, if his mother was still there, would her arms be as warm as Rider's?

However, this illusion lasted only a short time.

"No, no, no!—no."

He pushed her away, not much, but enough that he couldn't lift his head in shame.He turned his back and pressed his hands firmly on the ground. The gravel seeped into his nails, and his fingertips were stained with blood.

The boy's thin shoulders trembled.

"Hey, rider, what do you think of me as a master? You must think I'm inferior, right?" The voice was also trembling, even better than the body.

"This question I..."

"I must answer! I must answer, I must!" As if he knew what the other party would say, Hai Erwen interrupted her.

"You are my master. I just need to remember that."

Haierwen turned his head slightly and glanced sideways at his follower, not looking straight ahead was out of timidity.He didn't expect the servant's answer to be only this way, only this way.

"Other than that? Don't you have any other ideas? Because of my incompetence, because of my weakness, I will ruin you! You will lose in the Holy Grail War, and you who were summoned by me to manifest, your wishes will come to naught !"

"No. I won't think about that. I don't know whether you are excellent or mediocre. I only know that anyone who wants to hurt you will be resisted by me."

Facing the servant's calm and unmoved face, Haierwen was furious, and suddenly there was a sharp pain in his chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.

"Master, you...you should find a place to rest."

Rider turned his gaze around.They were in a shoal, and the closest place to here should be the birthplace of Prague - the High Castle.She swam a considerable distance in the water, and after making sure that the enemy was not chasing her, the rider summoned the war horse, and galloped all the way with her master on her back, and brought him to the south far away from the city center in one breath.

"Wait for this matter first!..."

Hai Erwen didn't have the slightest guard against the exposure of his whereabouts, and he was still relentless.

Joan of Arc—he knew the servant's real name.There is no holy relic, forcibly summoned, and given the role of rider in this Holy Grail War.During her lifetime, she worked hard with noble ideals and was a French heroine who liberated Orleans from the Hundred Years' War between Britain and France.However, from the outside, she is just a simple and docile 19-year-old girl.

Facing the servants, the magician will inevitably have a sense of inferiority due to the huge gap in strength and the glorious legend of the hero.In the eyes of the blond boy, this servant who seemed to always have only one expression, the radiance emanating from his body was so dazzling, it was an existence that he would never be able to reach.

"Haha..." He smiled lowly, "Then what about that time, at the stake! What were you thinking? Are you not afraid? Don't you hate the hypocrites who judged you? save the king?"

Surprisingly, for the first time, an expression appeared on the rider's face. If you want to describe it, it's like a small stone splashed into the water, rippling on the water surface one after another, but soon, The surface of the water has returned to calm.

"I'm not afraid. I was born to do that."

"Mission? No, your mission was completed after Orleans was recovered! You idiot! The latter should not be continued, Joan of Arc, you have been betrayed!"

"........."

"Do you know? Haven't you figured it out yet?—You've been betrayed! Your captive! The guy you put on the throne, your lord, he didn't even come to rescue you! Know why?"

"…………why?"

"Because he feels that his strength is being constrained by you!" Facing the pale rider, Haierwen's excited cry was full of sorrow, "The king wants to consolidate his power, and it is only a matter of time before he kills you. He knows that you are The prestige in the hearts of the people, whoever kills you, the people will hate who. So he can't kill you directly, but give you to the British. The people kept in the dark can only follow the king to ask the executioner for blood debt !"

Joan of Arc stared wide-eyed in horror.At that moment, it seemed that her soul trembled.Countless past events whizzed back through hundreds of years, knocking her down head-on.

She is a country girl from the countryside, illiterate and ignorant of tactics. The only thing she has is pure and firm belief.She firmly believes that she is sent by God to save France, God is on the side of France, and France will definitely win the final victory.

In her time, she did capture the hearts of all the people, and everyone swore to follow her, and the morale of the people was so strong that if the king wanted to continue to resist the British, he had to use her power.

She could see the gloom hidden in the eyes of Charles VII, the jealousy of the great nobles, when she was awarded the commander-in-chief of the French army...

Helving is still complaining.

"Idiot... After the Orleans victory, you have actually completed your historical mission. If you had retired honorably at that time, you could have spent the rest of your life happily... But you are like a