I'm really not an old sword

"good chance."

As if sliding, she quickly approached Lin Qingsu, twisted her body, increased her strength by rotating it, and used the magic power of Bailian to penetrate her body. At the same time, she exerted force and punched the opponent in the chest.

A muffled groan came.

The punch, which contained almost all of Rin Toosaka's strength, hit the opponent's chest.

But it just made his body sway.

How can it be?

Toosaka Rin looked at the scene in disbelief, and when she came to her senses, she found a fist coming towards her face at a rapid speed.

"There's no way to hide."

Coming to a conclusion almost instantly in her mind, Toosaka Rin made a final resistance.

She closed her eyes.

One second, two seconds...

The expected pain did not come, but Lin Qingsu's voice was heard instead.

"Bajiquan is indeed worthy of its reputation."

Toosaka Rin opened her eyes.

There was no fist, only Lin Qingsu's smiling face from a very close distance.

Toosaka Rin suddenly found him a little annoying.

"How long have you practiced close combat?"

Without asking "What kind of boxing style do you practice", after asking, Toosaka Rin held her breath.

"I haven't practiced it."

really.

Even though she already knew the answer, Toosaka Rin couldn't help but feel deeply frustrated.

"Then...how did you learn so quickly?"

"Maybe it's because I know a thing or two about swordsmanship." Lin Qingsu smiled: "Actually, if you think about it carefully, swordsmanship and boxing are similar. They are both close combat and are aimed at killing people."

"Not at all." Toosaka Rin couldn't help but retort: "What a monster!"

Lin Qingsu was stunned, then saw the disappointment in Toosaka Rin's eyes and thought about it.

"Actually, you're much stronger than me, but my strength and speed are much stronger than yours. If we were on the same level..."

"OK OK!"

Toosaka Rin took a deep breath and muttered, "I'm not that fragile. No need to comfort me."

"That's good."

"What do you mean? You were just trying to fool me, weren't you?"

"what?"

Seeing Lin Qingsu stunned, Toosaka Rin couldn't help but smile slightly.

Then he felt something was wrong, so he quickly suppressed his smile and turned his gaze to look at the chest where she had just been hit.

"Does it hurt?"

"Well, it's okay. I anticipated that you would fight like this, so I strengthened the physical endurance here in advance."

Then Lin Qingsu felt a pain in her chest.

"I asked you to lie to me!"

Toosaka Rin retracted her fist, snorted, turned around and quickly left the basement.

"what?"

Lin Qingsu rubbed his chest and gritted his teeth.

Looking at the back of Rin Tohsaka with her ponytail swinging, he looked confused.

Although Toosaka Rin didn't use much strength, he had no protection either, so this blow hurt him more than the full-strength punch just now.

What on earth did I lie to her about?

Chapter 13: Hungry Altria (40/)

"What are you doing here?"

The Einzbern family's kitchen was C-shaped, with various kitchen utensils placed on the three walls, and a long table in the middle for food and sundries.

Elsa, Irisviel, and a white-haired maid who seemed to be her younger sister named Lijelite.

Three women were gathered around the kitchen stove, seemingly studying something.

"Saber? Why are you here?"

Lin Qingsu frowned slightly.

Very doubtful.

Seeing her, Elsa and Irisviel were in a panic for a long time, and Elsa was still laughing with him.

"The church people left, and I wanted to have some tea with my wife. Sera said you were in the kitchen."

Lin Qingsu walked into the kitchen and said, "What are you doing?"

"Well..."

Seeing Elsa's hesitation, Lin Qingsu looked directly at the white-haired maid: "Lijelite?"

"My wife said she wanted to learn how to cook."

The maid sold her master very easily.

Lin Qingsu became more and more confused.

"Why are you learning to cook secretly like a thief?"

Irisviel whispered, "Because I wanted to give you a surprise."

"Cooking a surprise for me? Am I a child?"

Lin Qingsu found it a little funny, but she was also a little curious when she saw the kitchen counter surrounded by three people: "Let me take a look."

Walking to the kitchen counter and seeing what was cooking in the pot, Lin Qingsu suddenly seemed to understand what a surprise was.

“It’s really a surprise.”

If that sticky, sewer-like vomit-like stuff could be called a dish.

Elsa chuckled and said, "Just a beginner."

“Someone can teach me how to do this…”

As she was speaking, she saw the somewhat lost look in Irisviel's eyes and closed her mouth. She glanced at the stew pot that seemed to still smell sour, and gave up the idea of trying the food to make her wife happy.

"I just want to cook something, want to join me?"

So, after Elsa clamored to go out for a drink and took the maid away, only Lin Qingsu and Irisviel were left in the kitchen.

It was said that Lin Qingsu was going to cook, but in fact, she ended up teaching Alice how to cook.

After Yan Chuan took over the horrific incidents of burnt pots and dark stews, Lin Qingsu simply guided her step by step.

Hold her hand from behind her and truly 'do it together'.

Under Lin Qingsu's truly infant-level guidance, Alice quickly made a pot of delicious food.

"Beginners don't need to worry too much. Just follow the recipe steps. Don't overthink it or add any seasonings on your own. The final result will definitely be edible."

If you can still make weird dishes by following the recipe, you'd better never step into the kitchen in your life.

The two of them spent the whole morning in the kitchen.

Under Lin Qingsu's supervision, Alice cooked a lot of dishes, some of which were normal, while others were dark dishes because her nine-year-old brain had an overly rich imagination and she couldn't help but add some strange seasonings and ingredients.

......

Dark basement with ceiling.

Drops of water gathered little by little on the dark, flat ceiling, slowly merging and growing larger.

Gradually, it grew larger and larger, its lower end drooping, and gradually stretched into a thin line...

'Snapped! '

The water droplets fell on the golden hair of others below.

It was very light, but just enough to wake up the sleeping Altria.

The chains kept shaking.

Altria slowly opened her eyes.

The green eyes reflected the dark ground, full of fatigue.

So thirsty and hungry.

The hair had been wet with water droplets that had been falling for who knows how long, and the accumulated water droplets flowed down the braids on both sides, condensing into water droplets at the ends and falling off.

In the past, I didn’t feel anything even if I was soaked, but now I feel extremely heavy and my neck is uncomfortable.

Also, why do I feel thirsty and hungry?

As a heroic spirit, one does not need to eat to replenish physical strength, nor will there be any corresponding feelings. All related behaviors are just to satisfy the desire for food.

But at this time, Artoria was obviously feeling tired and hungry.

My stomach feels empty.

With her mind full of random thoughts, Artoria suddenly remembered her own end, the time she was waiting to die after the Battle of Camlan. Because Bedivere always had "problems", she lay in the forest for a long time before she died.

She didn't care about the pain of dying, but she was really hungry and wanted to eat.

"So hungry."

She was the only one in this enclosed basement, so she didn't have to worry about others seeing her cowardly side.

The blonde woman muttered to herself with a hint of grievance.

“Why did it become like this?”

He clearly participated in the Holy Grail War in order to restore his country.

In fact, whether you succeed or fail, you are just making your last "struggle".

The country has long since perished.

She was indeed unwilling to accept the fact that she had tried very hard and had given up everything she could for her homeland, but she still failed in the end. What was even more ridiculous was that it was not the white dragon, the Saxons, or the Romans led by Lucius who destroyed her beloved country, but the people of Camelot themselves.

Unwilling to accept it.

But the country was destroyed after all.

Even if she couldn't obtain the Holy Grail, or if the Holy Grail couldn't restore her kingdom, Artoria felt that she could accept it. Fighting against famous heroic spirits from all ages would be a great experience.

But I never expected that I would meet my male self.

What I didn’t expect was that I, as a man, could be so despicable.

Thinking of this, the chains shook again, and anger appeared in Altria's eyes, which were only left with fatigue.

"Arthur!"

After gritting her teeth and getting angry for a while, Altria fell freely again.

I'm so tired, so tired that even getting angry makes me tired.

"Besides, he didn't seem to have done anything wrong."

The first day was a bit mean.

But any method that can lead to victory is a good method. Artoria is quite envious of the other party for being able to come up with such a despicable method.