"…" After the Conqueror King landed safely from the sky with his best friend in his arms, he looked at the snow rabbit in horror and was speechless for a long time! After all, his chariot was a tribute to the supreme god of Olympus, and he obtained it by untying the Goldin Knot! The Overgod, the King of All Gods, Zeus, was the God of the Sky who controlled lightning! He was actually dragged down from the air by someone else's two words!
"Humph!" The snow rabbit calmly ignored the horrified gazes of the heroic spirits and Magician, because it would never appear in this world again!
"Big brother! I'm hungry!" Xiao Ying's extremely pure request instantly shattered the snow rabbit's calmness!
"Oh, what does Xiao Ying want to eat?" Originally, it was still acting like an otherworldly expert, but now, the snow rabbit had instantly transformed into a big brother, causing the surrounding people's eyeballs to fall to the ground!
"I want to eat cake ~ Can I?”Xiao Ying said weakly! It hit the snow rabbit's cute spot.
"What cake do you want to eat? Strawberries? Chestnut? Chocolate?" The snow rabbit listed dozens of cakes in a row!
"Strawberries!" Xiao Ying immediately said excitedly!
"Alright! I'll give it to you immediately!" Anyway, the materialization of food was the snow rabbit's job. It easily took out the strawberry cake out of thin air.
"Alright ~! You guys talk!" Looking at Sakura fighting with the cake in her arms, Snow Rabbit smiled at the Conqueror King and the others as she helped to wipe Sakura's face!
The three heroic spirits looked at each other and smiled bitterly, especially Lancer and the Conqueror King.
The snow rabbit didn't listen to the three of them talking, but it didn't take long for them to break down! The snow rabbit finally recovered from the joy of feeding the little loli! They looked at the three heroic spirits as if they were watching a good show!
"I'll say it again…I'm also the ruler of the British Kingdom. No matter what kind of king he was, he could not bow his head to others.”
"Oh? The King of Britain?"
Rider seemed to be interested in Saber's declaration, and he raised his eyebrows.
"This is too shocking. The world-renowned Knight King was actually a little girl.”
"Then try to eat the sword of this little girl in your mouth. Conquest King!"
Saber lowered his voice and raised his sword. He faced the Conqueror King. Battle energy rose from the sword. Rider frowned and sighed.
"Then our negotiations will be broken. It's a pity.”
The moment Rider mumbled to himself, he noticed the resentful gaze from his feet.
"Ah, it hurts, ah…"
Due to the pain from the swelling on his forehead, and the regret that was even more tragic than the pain, Wilbur's low cry swept across the air.
"What should we do? You keep talking about conquering, but in the end, you're still annoying…Do you really think you can defeat Saber, Lancer, and Berserker?”
The burly Servant did not look guilty at all when faced with the Master's question. Instead, he laughed out loud.
"No, isn't there a saying,'There is nothing better than trying.'”
"Is 'A Hundred Talks Is Best To Try' your real name?!”
Wilbur was so angry that he felt dizzy. He punched Rider's chest armor with his weak fists while crying.
Seeing this sad scene. Alisfeldt did not despise or sympathize with her. She just felt that she could no longer remain silent.
The tense atmosphere relaxed miraculously.
"Is that so? Is that so?"
But because of this low groan, it froze again.
It was Lancer's Master, who had yet to appear. After urging his Servant to use the Treasured Artifact, he once again silently watched the battle. At this moment, he was the one who interrupted and asked Wilbur why he had come here. This was also a completely different tone from before. A voice that revealed its hatred.
"Why did you go crazy and steal my belongings? Come to think of it, perhaps it was because you wanted to participate in the Holy Grail War. Wilbur. Mr. Wilhelm."
Wilbur heard someone calling his name fiercely. He knew that the target of his hatred was himself. Not only that, Wilbur might be able to guess the owner of that voice.
"That…"
How could Wilbur not guess the owner of that voice? If one's status was as high as the lecturer of the clock tower, even if Iskandar's coat was stolen, the relics of other heroic spirits could still be prepared. In that case, in the Land of Winterwood, even if that man stood here as Wilbur's enemy, there was nothing inconceivable.。
"What a pity. I wanted to make this cute student happy. Wilbur, a mortal like you should have a stable life that only belongs to mortals.”
Wilbur was so dizzy from the hallucination that he could not determine the source of the sound. He had tasted the feeling of churning in his stomach countless times. Elune Roe. Akiboludd, his mean and slender face, his green eyes that were mixed with insult and pity, the feeling of looking down on Wilbur from the top of his head--he experienced it deeply again.
Wilbur wanted to reply to the lecturer with a beautiful sarcasm. Wilbur was ahead of the lecturer and cleverly made the Heroic Spirit Iskandar his servant. Wasn't this the best revenge for the humiliation he had suffered in the Clock Tower?
That's right. It was no longer a relationship between a lecturer and a student. Now, he is my true enemy. I can hate him with all my might, and I can also take his life. At this point, of course he is my opponent.
Wilbur had been living in the Clock Tower for years, and he hated that arrogant lecturer, whether he was asleep or awake. There were even a few times when she wanted to kill him. However, this was the first time he had been hated by the lecturer. For the first time, Wilbur experienced the murderous gaze of a real magician.
The owner of the voice had sharp eyes and saw the fear on Wilbur's face. He used a chilling and cold mocking voice as if he was toying with Wilbur.
"I have no choice, Mr. Wilbur. I'll tutor you after school. The true meaning of magicians killing each other, the horror and pain of killing, I will give you without reservation. You must feel honored."
In fact, Wilbur was trembling in fear. He didn't even have the time to care about the humiliation that these words brought him.
To become a real magician, one must be determined to die…This was a principle that could only be understood in words, but now Wilbur had experienced it personally. The man's gaze was even more lethal. When Magician had a murderous intent in his heart, he decided to issue a death declaration. Wilbur still did not know about this.
At this moment, something gently and forcefully hugged the young man's small shoulders that were trembling alone in fear.
Wilbur panicked at the thick yet gentle feeling. The burly Servant's hand, with its rough and separated fingers, was only an object of fear for the short Master.
"Hey Magician, from what I can see, you seem to want to replace my little master and become my master.”
Rider asked Lancer's master who was hiding somewhere. In fact, his face was filled with a malicious and pitiful smile, which made his face crooked.
"If that's really the case, it's really ridiculous. The man who becomes my master should be a warrior who will fight alongside me on the battlefield, not a coward who doesn't even dare to show his face.”
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