The bright moon was hanging high in the sky, and the hazy moonlight slanted down, illuminating Kiritsugu's cold and hard face, and also revealing the thick and impenetrable shadow in the corner.
A smooth, marble-like hand reached out from the shadows and accurately grasped Kiritsugu's M950 before Kiritsugu fired.
"That's it."
A deep, pleasant female voice sounded in the corridor.
Kiritsugu couldn't help but frown, he knew the owner of the hand.
"Assassin?"
"Let Lancer's Master go."
Scathach used force on her wrist and crushed the barrel of the M950 into pieces. The Queen of the Demon Realm, wandering in the shadows, looked at Saber's Master with a calm look.
"As a reward, I will tell you a piece of information. Kotomine Kirei has invaded the forest, and the two women with you are trying to stop him."
Kiritsugu, who had remained expressionless when facing his servants alone, finally changed his expression. Scathach could see huge emotional fluctuations on his face, including panic, worry, and fear.
Kiritsugu quickly loosened his grip on the M950, said "thank you" to Scathach, broke the window on the third floor, and jumped out of the corridor.
Assassin had too many opportunities to kill her. The fact that she didn't make a move proved that she had no hostility and there was no need to be on guard. The most urgent thing was to get to Airi and Maiya.
"Nothing must happen."
Kiritsugu used magic to counteract gravity while silently praying in his heart.
... ... .
The contract between the Master and the Servant is an invisible but real bond that connects the Master and the Servant. Although this connection is not tight and cannot allow the Master and the Servant to know each other's status and movements in real time, it can still convey some information at critical moments - such as the command of the Command Spell, and the crisis of life and death.
Therefore, Kayneth’s impending situation was quickly communicated to Lancer who was still in the forest.
"What?"
Lancer turned around and looked in the direction of Einzbern Castle, just when he had defeated Caster's army of monsters and was about to deal with the enemy together with Saber.
It was not until this moment that Lancer realized that the Master, whom he thought was watching the battle from the rear, had actually already rushed into the enemy camp and was engaged in another battle.
Lancer's momentary hesitation was a rare opportunity for Caster, who was in a desperate situation.
In Caster's hand, the Luomingcheng textbook, which had long been repaired, burst out with a torrent of magical power.
Saber would naturally not give Caster another chance to summon.
"Just give up!"
Saber rushed forward, brandishing her sword.
However, Caster was not stupid enough to chant a spell in front of the blade. He did not chant even a single syllable of the spell. He just randomly released the flow of magic power generated by the Noble Phantasm.
Although the previous summoning magic was invalidated, the sea of blood that dyed the earth red was still connected to the magic channel. Uncontrollable magic flowed into the blood, and it exploded without forming any shape.
Caster had no intention of completing the spell from the beginning, and forcibly activated a magic that was obviously going to fail. The blood that failed to give birth to a new monster instantly boiled and vaporized due to the saturated magic power, and spread around in the form of mist. This was a reckless skill that could only be performed with a treasure that could provide a huge amount of magic power.
The blood mist blocked Saber's sight before she approached, and even Caster's cunning made her stop and not dare to act rashly.
This is exactly the effect Caster wanted to achieve. He is crazy but not stupid, and he knows that he cannot turn defeat into victory.
Taking advantage of the blood mist obscuring Saber and Lancer's vision, Caster immediately dematerialized and left the battlefield in anger and humiliation, without even taking the time to finish his lines.
Caster's successful escape was largely due to luck, as the Knight King was unable to transform into a spirit and had no tracking ability due to the special circumstances. Laer, who possessed this ability, gave up the pursuit.
"Damn, this guy is so despicable."
Saber whispered angrily, calling back the Wind King Barrier from the surrounding atmosphere.
A cool breeze blew in from all directions, blowing away the filth of the blood mist. By the time the two servants regained their sight, Caster's figure, and even his spiritual aura, had disappeared.
"Lancer, what's wrong with you?"
Saber did not question Lancer about why he could have easily pursued the enemy but watched Caster escape, but she only asked calmly. Seeing his sudden change in expression, something must have happened.
"My master is in danger. It seems he left me behind to attack your base." Lancer explained with great difficulty.
"It must have been my Master's doing." Saber grasped the situation in an instant, "Lancer, go and help your Master."
Facing Saber's unhesitating urging, the spearman was dumbfounded at first, then he lowered his head deeply with emotion. To Saber, that was clearly a decision that was against her master. Delaying Lancer here to buy time to kill his master was the natural choice to win the Holy Grail War.
But correspondingly, Lancer had no need to rescue Saber before. He did not think he was stupid, so now, he could not think that Saber was stupid for giving way.
"Knight King, thank you very much."
"It's nothing. We have all sworn to fight as knights. Let us carry out this honor together-"
Before Saber could finish her words, she suddenly raised her sword in the direction of the castle.
"Someone is approaching. Is this aura... Assassin?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Scathach, wearing a black tights, appeared in their sight. In her right hand, she was holding a person like a sack. Lancer recognized at a glance that it was his Master, the person he swore allegiance to - Kenneth.
"My Lord!"
"Take him away immediately, Lancer." Scathach threw Kenneth, whose life or death was unknown, to Lancer. "Your Master lost the duel with Saber's Master. Although I have given him emergency treatment, he is seriously injured. Find a place for him to rest as soon as possible."
Lancer carefully caught his Master and bowed solemnly to Scathach: "Thank you very much, Queen of the Demon Realm."
Although he didn't know the exact process, he could tell that without Scathach, his Master would probably have died.
"No need to be polite. I told you that I like first-rate fighters. I helped Saber last time, so I'll help you this time. It's only fair."
Scathach waved casually at Lancer and then spoke to Saber.
"Your Master's situation is not good either, so don't just stand there and stare blankly."
"Understood."
"Thank you again."
Saber and Lancer greeted Scathach once again, and each disappeared into the night in opposite directions.
After running around all night, Scathach smoothed her hair with her hands, looked up at the bright starry sky, and whispered softly.
"That should be enough, my little Master."
PS: According to Type-Moon's explanation, some people are obsessed with lolita. This is most likely innate and comes from a fundamental impulse. No matter how many times you reincarnate, you are always obsessed with lolita.
PS2: Okay, the long continuous chapters of the original work end today. Even if there are more in the future, they will be intermittent and usually will not exceed one day.
PS3: Click to collect the recommendation ticket, oh la la la la.