I'm really not an old sword

"Come at me with my gun and let me figure out who you are."

"My son Mordred can take my Sword in the Stone, for the sword itself was given to me by Morgan and the Lady of the Lake, but Rhongomyniad was given to me by Merry..."

Son Mordred? Merry?

Artoria was still digesting the information he had told her.

Suddenly I realized that the other person was not moving.

He put down his sword and looked at her in shock. Even the armor on his body turned into a spirit particle light and disappeared.

The sharp tip of the gun stopped 0.1 centimeter in front of his neck.

After a pause, seeing that the other party remained unmoved, Altria retracted the gun.

"What do you want to do?" Artoria said coldly: "Take out your sword."

"I won't show mercy next time."

Lin Qingsu remained unmoved, looking at her affectionately with an unquestionable tone.

"daughter?"

Altria was stunned for a moment, then her face flushed and she shouted angrily.

"What nonsense are you talking about! Who is your daughter?!"

Lin Qingsu said firmly: "Are you the daughter of Meili and me?"

"I'm not!"

"Who are you then? How could you have picked up the Lungominiad if you weren't my daughter?"

"I am..."

Altria stopped talking.

Lin Qingsu showed a relieved expression as if she was saying, "You can't fool me." "That's great."

"I have always wanted to have a daughter. You don't know that your brother Mordred..."

I just want to shoot you, you crazy babbling psychopath.

The more Altria looked at it, the more incredible it seemed to her.

I had always dreamed of becoming a man, but how come I actually became a man and turned into this psychopath who blindly recognized his daughter in this life-and-death battle?

She was so angry that she wanted to shoot him.

But on the one hand, she didn't want to engage in such an unfair duel. On the other hand, she looked at the genuine excitement and tears in the eyes of the familiar yet unfamiliar man, and Altria felt a little dazed.

If I put myself in his shoes, I once thought it would be better if Mordred was a boy, maybe he would have the same...

No, no, no, even if I really meet a boy, I will never be like this pervert.

Before Altria could finish her thought, she suddenly saw the other person walking towards her with his arms open as if to hug her.

"Wait, don't come over here!"

Altria took a step back, somewhat bewildered.

Who on earth did I meet?

If the opponent was not Arthur, Artoria would have killed him now even if it was against chivalry, but the opponent was Arthur and he did not want to have a serious duel with her, so Artoria was reluctant to do it.

She wanted to defeat him head-on to prove that she was the 'real' one.

Just as Artoria was trying hard to think about what to do, her hair suddenly stood up, and an extremely dangerous feeling arose in Artoria's heart.

'Boom! '

A shadow suddenly appeared in front of her.

The body has no time to react.

Artoria felt her arm holding the gun being suddenly grabbed, and then her abdomen was hit hard, her body instantly bent like a shrimp, and then she was hit continuously.

'Boom! '

Artoria flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

It broke several trees in succession until it hit the rock wall.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Altria was found slumped under the rock wall. Her knight armor was shattered into pieces, and she was covered in blood. Her helmet was completely shattered, revealing her messy, blood-stained golden hair and beautiful face.

The slow and steady footsteps gradually approached.

Altria coughed up some blood and raised her head with anger in her eyes.

"Despicable! Shameless! Dirty!"

"Aren't these the fundamental virtues of a knight?"

Seeing Lin Qingsu's indifferent expression, Artoria became even more furious.

If she is defeated in a head-on confrontation, then she loses.

But she really couldn't accept losing like this.

What made her even more unacceptable was that the person who did this was actually a man like herself?

"Shameless! Shameless! Shameless!"

"Stop talking. Your language skills are so poor that I think you're just being coquettish with me."

"The soul is pale!"

Lin Qingsu walked up to Altria and held the sword across her neck.

"Any last words, Altria?"

"you know me?"

"Of course, you are me from a parallel world. To be honest, I'm very curious about how you ended up here."

"parallel world?"

Altria muttered the word she couldn't understand.

The blade faintly cut through the snow-white neck.

Blood flowed down, Artoria raised her head, glared at Lin Qingsu with blood at the corner of her mouth.

"I can't believe that as a man, I could be so despicable!"

"Despicable! Shameless! Obscene! Trash!"

"It is because you are too upright that your country will perish."

"What nonsense!"

Lin Qingsu raised his sword.

"There's no point in saying more. Goodbye, Altria."

"Wait, Arthur, don't kill her."

Lin Qingsu frowned slightly, but stopped and looked at the dense forest behind her.

"What do you want her to do..."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Qingsu suddenly felt a huge magical power coming from behind him.

Used the Command Spell?

As soon as Lin Qingsu turned around, he saw a silver spear coming towards him.

He hurriedly raised his sword to block, but the opponent's strength seemed to increase a lot, knocking Lin Qingsu back several steps.

When they stopped, they could only see Altria's figure disappearing into the forest.

Lin Qingsu took a look and gave up chasing, turning to look at Morgan who came out of the dense forest.

"I need an explanation."

"I'm very interested in her, so let me play with her."

"..."

Looking at the place where Altria disappeared, Lin Qingsu silently mourned for her in her heart.

......

The next morning, in the Einzbern family's tea room.

The firewood in the fireplace crackled and burned continuously.

Lin Qingsu and Alice were sitting by the window. On the table was a pot of steaming black tea and a plate of pastries.

Outside the window, two maids were playing in the snow with two little girls in winter clothes. Sometimes they were making snow burials and sometimes they were looking for Walnut. Now it seemed that they were playing a game of hide-and-seek. The two maids were looking for Illya and Matou Sakura.

Matou Sakura went into the woods and Illya buried herself in the snow.

Irisviel couldn't help but chuckle.

Lin Qingsu withdrew her gaze and looked at the wife sitting opposite her. She was looking at her daughter, whose face was only exposed in the snow, with a happy smile in her eyes.

"Irisviel."

Irisviel turned to look at him upon hearing this and tilted her head.

"Do you want to be the Holy Grail?"

Visible surprise appeared in the red eyes.

Then, the smile in her eyes quickly disappeared. She pursed her lips and lowered her head, then raised her head again and forced a smile.

"Why do you say this suddenly?"

"Erza asked me to help you and Illya escape your fate."

Irisviel felt helpless for a moment.

He actually said this to his Servant.

The summoned Heroic Spirits all had their wishes placed on the Holy Grail, but they were actually asked to give it up on their own initiative...

"Please don't mind it."

Lin Qingsu shook her head: "I don't have any wishes for the Holy Grail."

"I promised Elsa, but before that I wanted to ask your wishes."

Irisviel was a little confused: "My wish?"

"Yes, I want to know whether you would rather live or make a so-called sacrifice like the Winter Saint."

The Winter Saint is the head of the Einzbern family, one of the three families that orchestrated the First Holy Grail War two hundred years ago. The first generation of dolls created by the Einzbern family later became the foundation of the Greater Holy Grail. Like Irisviel and Illya, they are living magic circuits created to become the core of the Greater Holy Grail.

He is also a tool that has been perfectly brainwashed.

If Irisviel had the same mentality as the Saint of Winter and was keen to become a ritual sacrifice, Lin Qingsu would not have gone to the trouble of saving her.

Irisviel lowered her head in confusion.

Lin Qingsu was drinking tea.

Black tea tastes sweet and mellow, and does not require desserts to neutralize the bitterness of the tea.

After drinking two cups, Lin Qingsu finally heard Alice's confused voice: "I don't know."

"So do you want to live with Illya forever, like today?"

"think."

Irisviel answered subconsciously, then pursed her lips, realized something, stood up dejectedly, and wanted to walk out.

But after taking a few steps she squatted down.

Hearing the low sobbing sound, Lin Qingsu stood up, took out a few pieces of paper, walked to her side, squatted down and handed the paper to her.

"Thank you."

Lin Qingsu patted her shoulder gently, but Alice cried louder and louder.