The lancer, who was fleeing with Ilia, and the killer who was chasing the lancer, were all blocked by Saber who quickly met.

"Lancer, did you save Ilia?"

The Servant in front of me is different from the Qingzhi follower who once entered the forest with me. She is wearing black arms.

It seems that this is what Masahide Kimura calls the Black Lancer, and it is also the Servant that is aligned with the White Saber.

It should be a trustworthy guy.

"Emiya, I actually met you here. Just take away the girl you want to save. I want to have a good exchange with this kid of samurai."

Lancer grinned and showed a hearty smile. He ignored the careful and alert Saber's defense line and walked towards me with Ilia in his arms. The blue girl looked at the expression of the black lancer seriously, then put down the invisible sword in her hand.

"lancer, give Ilia to me-"

Suddenly, another voice appeared behind killer. The person who came was embarrassed was Masahide Kimura who had just broken away from his captive identity.

"Master, why are you here?"

Killer said in surprise, his master had just escaped from the control of White Saber and actually caught up with the pursuit of the servant.

"Shut up, useless guy."

It was obviously a rebuke of the Servant, but at this time, Masahide Kimura still had a strange smile on her face. She cooperated with the boy's almost gritting her teeth, and tried hard to maintain her pretending etiquette, mixed into a chaotic image.

"Ilia, Ilia, this time, you should go back to her brother, beside me, why are you leaving?"

"Get out of here, I won't be with this disgusting thing. Brother, come and save me."

Ilia showed a disgusting expression at Masahik Kimura, and turned her head and asked me for help excitedly.

"No matter what, he is your brother, don't speak so much."

Iriya is also called my brother, but my treatment is so much higher than Masahise Kimura. I can't help but feel a little proud and a little embarrassed.

Lancer simply put Ilia down and let the girl run towards me. I hugged Ilia who was throwing into my arms and thanked Lancer gratefully.

"I don't care about the mess between you, don't bother me."

As Lancer spoke, the fishy spear waved in the hands of the Black Gunman and walked towards the killer guarding Kimura Masahide.

"Little kid, he runs very fast, but he dares to chase me back. Today I will let you taste my greatness."

It seems that the black lancer has much more anger than the Qing lancer I know.

"Are you going to hinder me...?"

Behind the fully alert killer, Masahide Kimura spoke. His right hand was holding his forehead unhappy, a twisted smile appeared on his face, and he pushed the killer in front of him with his left hand.

"Lancer, you guys will solve it. Shirou Emiya, I just need to ask you one thing: Do you refuse to return Ilia to me?"

"I refuse."

Kimura's condition seems to be very wrong, but I will not hand over Ilia to this guy anyway.

He simply used Ilia as a prop to obtain the Holy Grail.

"Oh... why can you overestimate yourself as the protagonist?"

Kimura's smile became more and more cold and distorted.

"You can't protect her at all. You think you insist on being self-righteous. I can destroy it with just one move."

He reached his left hand to the killer beside him, who obediently presented a rib to the master's left hand.

It was just an ordinary sword, and my ability could not read any magical things.

He once broke the shield that was comparable to seven city walls and stabbed the archer, the magic blade called the fantasy killer, had long been broken in the battle between killer and archer. The only thing he used to deal with me was an ordinary weapon.

I asked a little ridiculously.

"Masahis Kimura, do you want to fight me with such a weapon?"

"You are all in trouble. Emiya, I will kill you."

Kimura shook his head in chaos, pointed the short blade at me, and said viciously.

Although I don’t know what happened, this guy’s spirit is indeed a bit abnormal. No matter what emotions he is in, the corner of his mouth has always maintained a smile-like expression that is raised upwards, and the change is only in distortion or more distortion.

After taking a deep breath, I eased my fluctuating emotions, opened my hands and prepared to project the treasure at any time.

Ilia hid bently, waving her fists to cheer me on.

"Come on brother, kill this hateful guy, he killed my Sierra and Ligelite."

This guy seems to have done something hateful in the Holy Grail War?

But no matter how strong it is, it shouldn't be able to beat me.

Since fighting with Archer, I believe that my sword skills are no worse than ordinary Servant. I believe Masahide Kimura also knows that if he dares to challenge me, he will definitely have a trump card.

Saber next to her lifted her invisible blade.

"Although you are just a master, if you insist on hurting Shirou, you have to pass my level first."

Lancer shook his shoulders, his eyes never leaving the killer for a moment.

The situation is now three to two. No matter how you look at Masahide Kimura is still a weak side. If he doesn't have a trump card, he will definitely lose.

"Masahis Kimura, have you decided to start a war in this situation?"

When the battle was about to break out, another sound suddenly appeared in the darkness, and someone actually approached here under the full alert of all masters and servers.

The visitor slowly walked out of the darkness, and the faint starlight illuminated the priest's face with a slightly smiling face.

"Yanfeng Kirei, you are indeed not dead."

Not only did the abominable priest not die, he seemed to have some agreement with Masahis Kimura and walked to Kimura easily.

"Kimura, the focus is not Ilia now. Do you really want to show all your trump cards here?"

“…”

Masahide Kimura stared at me fiercely without saying a word. After a few breaths, he suddenly raised his head and patted his forehead with his left hand without holding the sword.

"Oh, I didn't expect that even if my body was replaced, I would be controlled by such emotions."

He took back his ribs, shrugged calmly, and his face was already full of smiles when he talked to me.

"Myung-kun, I'm really embarrassed. I'm a little out of control for a moment. I'm very sorry. Everyone has left and go home to rest. Lancer, if you want to fight with killer, change the place, don't disturb everyone here."

The sudden turn left me stunned.

"Kimura, you just let us leave."

"Yes, yes, I'm going home to take a shower and have a good night's sleep when it's so late. Oh, my body is so dirty that I can't stand it."

Kimura said while slapping his dirty clothes all day long.

"Did you not even care about Ilia?"

"Everyone said it's over. If you don't sleep, I'll take a shower."

I looked around, Kimura, with a kind face, and a damn priest who kept a smile and had obvious conspiracy. Lancer, who was also confused by the sudden turn, looked at Saber again, protected Ilia and began to retreat.

"Kimura, then see you next time-"

"Goodbye, I'll kill you next time."

Kimura waved his hand and turned around and left.

Suddenly, in front of Masahide Kimura who was turning around, a pillar of light lit up into the sky on the road by the river in the distance.

What is that-

"Wow, what a big scene-!"

Kimura stopped unconsciously and murmured.

"Shirou, that's the server who is fighting."

Without saber reminding, the powerful magic fluctuations in the distance, only the server has such strong power.

"Kimura, you know what happened, right?"

Masahide Kimura, who was called by me, turned around.

"Emiya, protect your sister, go home obediently, and don't meddle in other people's business."

For a moment, the boy's smile was as terrifying as an evil ghost.
Chapter completed!