Sighisoara is the closest small city to the Thousand World Tree Clan's territory. The city is located on the border of the Thousand World Tree Clan's territory. The Black Master and Servants cannot detect its presence, so it was chosen as a base by the Red Side - the opponent's territory Tulipas is too dangerous, and the Romanian capital Bucharest is too far away.
Sighişoara was formed after the Saxons moved in in the 12th century. Because it retains the original appearance of a medieval fortified town and is also a representative of the perfect fusion of Central European Latin-Oriental culture and Southeast European Byzantine-Orthodox culture, it is known as a historical city and one of the best tourist destinations in Romania.
Here, you can see the 920-meter-long city wall and 14 towers built on top of it. Of course, the Sighisoara Citadel, which is the symbol of the city and guarded by the city wall and towers, is also indispensable.
In addition to these military facilities, you can also see many cultural and religious sites, such as the monastery cathedral built in the 15th and 16th centuries, the Orthodox church built in the 18th century, and the oldest hillside cathedral.
The Cathedral on the Hill, as the name suggests, is a cathedral built on a hillside. It was built in the 14th-15th century and is connected by a canopied staircase. The staircase is said to have 127 steps, which is itself a monument that is named after the cathedral.
When you reach the top of the stairs, you will see a rocket-shaped church. It is called a rocket, but it is just a church with a spire. The church itself is not very large. The spire where the bell tower is located and the nave used for prayer occupy more than half of the church.
At the top of the bell tower stood a man and a woman.
The man looked very young, no more than 20 years old. His white hair was smooth even without being carefully groomed. His skin color was between dark and brown, but it didn't look dull. It was like wheat in the sun, revealing a simple and healthy look. The black monastic robes that covered his entire body matched the church at his feet very well, making people feel close to him.
The woman looked a few years older than the man, with a pair of pointed ears that reminded her of the elves in the legend (elf, not the elves of the elf era). Her elegant and seductive face was enough to drive any man who saw her crazy. The heavy yet gorgeous dress she wore exuded an indescribable decadent atmosphere.
The man looked down the mountain, his voice gentle: "Oh, oh, it seems like we have been alerted."
"This is not my fault."
The woman tilted her head slightly, and her complaining and slightly awkward look added to her charm.
"But if it were you, you would be able to see through that Saber's real name."
To the woman's surprise, the man actually shook his head: "Not this time. Saber has a treasure that conceals information. I can see the basic attributes, but other than that, everything—"
"I think it's best to eliminate the uncertainty as soon as possible. Why don't you send someone to catch up now while there's still time?"
A white dove flapped its wings and landed on the woman's arm. The woman tilted her pointed ears, and her long black hair fell like a waterfall, stirring up a hint of sweet fragrance.
However, the murderous intent brought by this fragrance was simply rejected by the man: "No, no, forget it. After all, we are companions, it is too early to fight."
"Companions? No way."
"They are also seeking the Holy Grail. We have the same interests in this regard, so we are allies—at least until we defeat the black servant. And I know the identity of that Saber."
"Huh? But didn't you just say that your real name is hidden and can't be seen?" The woman narrowed her eyes.
"Just because you can't see through it doesn't mean you can't find out through other methods." The man's smile carried a hint of meaning that was different from the sunshine.
"Pretending to be mysterious." The woman glared at the man. Even though she was angry, she was still breathtakingly beautiful.
The man held his chin with his hand, looking puzzled: "Don't women like mysterious creatures? I remember there is a saying, 'A secret makes a woman woman'; (A woman is beautiful because of her secrets)."
"I don't deny it, but a man who acts mysterious is a sign of lack of grace." The woman retorted.
"is that so?"
"yes."
"Well, since you said so, I'll tell you Saber's real name. Her real name is Mordred, one of the Knights of the Round Table, the rebellious knight who ended the legend of King Arthur."
A male pronoun caught the woman's attention: "She? Mordred is a woman?"
"Yes, in order to conceal this and prevent King Arthur from discovering Mordred's identity, her mother Morgan gave her daughter a helmet and told her 'never to take it off';. This legend was sublimated into a treasure, shielding her key information."
"Oh? You know it very well. Did you follow King Arthur? You are so mysterious. Could it be that you are Merlin?"
"What are you thinking? I am a real human being, not a nightmare." The man scratched his head in confusion. "I have told you my name, why don't you believe it? You are Semiramis, how can you not tell whether I am lying or not?"
"Who told you to always be mysterious?" The woman called Semiramis snorted.
"Compared with the Assyrian queen, a nobody like me is naturally not worth mentioning."
The man didn't care. This seemingly humble, but actually arrogant attitude made Semiramis feel angry.
She waved her hand, said "insincere flattery," and turned to leave.
Seeing this, the man hurriedly bowed and said, "Your Majesty, calm down. Don't you want to know why we are on guard?"
"It's not my fault anyway." Semiramis was still angry.
"No, quite the opposite is true." Shirou waved his hand.
"Are you kidding me?"
"How could that be? I am an 'honest and reliable young man'."
"If you keep talking, I'll pull out your tongue!" Semiramis's face was gloomy, and the atmosphere in the entire bell tower became solemn.
"... "
"Why are you silent? I am waiting for your explanation."
The man opened his mouth and pointed at his tongue.
Semiramis was so angry that she laughed: "Not letting you talk too much does not mean not letting you speak."
"Oh, so that's it? You scared me." The man patted his chest to show that he was still frightened.
"Go ahead."
"As you command, Queen. They are wary of us because Mordred senses the same aura in you as her mother."
"That Morgan? King Arthur's sister?"
"That's right." The man nodded. "He is a poisonous snake hiding in the dark, the culprit who plotted to overthrow the Arthurian dynasty with his rebellious son. In a sense, he is one of your kind."
"Viper... Viper... Is that how you see me, my master?" Semiramis's face was filled with an unprecedented sweet smile, and along with the sweet smile was a fragrance that made the whole world seem brighter.
"Let's not talk about whether she is a snake or not. In terms of venom, she is no match for you." The man also smiled, a sunny smile.
"Thank you so much for the compliment." Semiramis waved her hand with the same smile, and the rich fragrance made people intoxicated.
Then the man rolled his eyes, covered his chest, and convulsed all over.
Semiramis looked down at the man who slowly fell to the ground, his eyes cold: "Then taste my poison - the wine of the proud king (Sikera Usum)!"