Sighisoara, forest.

In this forest not far from the church, there is a man waiting here.

That was the dark-skinned, white-haired teenager who had prayed in the church before.

The boy was staying in this place and his eyes were closed tightly.

That look, like waiting for something.

Not long after, the things the boy was waiting for came.

"Zheng!"

In a dazzling light, several servants of two riders appeared from it.

"Um..."

As soon as Arher landed on the ground, he immediately knelt on one knee, covering his chest, and looked a little painful.

"Sister!"

The real name of Achilles rider immediately supported arher.

Looking at the two servants who came here through space transfer, the boy opened his eyes.

"Very good."

A sincere peace of mind appeared on the boy's face.

"Both of you are fine."

That was a very sincere tone.

No matter who it is, when you hear this tone, you will involuntarily feel good about the boy.

But Achilles looked directly at the boy.

There was a pure murderous aura in his eyes.

That's not a joke.

Achilles really planned to kill the boy in front of him.

Faced with such murderous aura, the boy still had a smile on his face that made people feel disgusting.

On the contrary, another rider who had just arrived expressed dissatisfaction with this.

"What are you doing? Rider?"

With such a sentence, a tall figure seemed to emerge from the shadow, slowly appearing from behind the boy.

That was a beautiful woman who couldn't help but feel trembling.

Wearing a gorgeous red and black dress.

A decadent atmosphere lingers around him.

An atmosphere of nobility, mystery and danger emanates from the beauty.

That look like an existence that came out of a fairy tale.

Princess?

No, it's not that innocent and simple existence.

For her, it is more appropriate to describe her as a queen.

“Assassin?”

Achilles turned his gaze to the other party and spoke in a deep voice.

"So that's it. Did you convey your Lord's meaning to our Lord, and let the Lords use the order spell to transfer us to this place?"

Space transfer is a miracle similar to magic.

Even if the servant who is a caster is unable to use it as he wishes, only by using the command spell by the Lord can such miracles be reproduced.

Looking at the situation in front of him, Achilles almost immediately guessed the passing.

It must be the boy who made the judgment that rider and arher could not beat others, and asked Assassin to convey the news to his and others' masters, which made the power of rider and arher being transferred here.

"It's still the same as before."

Achilles said a sarcastic sentence.

"The Lord, who we have never met before, listens very much to you."

Yes.

Neither the rider nor the arher, neither the two riders had seen their master.

It should be said that it is not just these two riders.

Except for Assassin and Saber who has not yet come to meet, all the servants of the Red Square camp have probably never seen their master, right?

At least, according to Achilles's understanding, since he and others were summoned, the only one who appeared in front of him was this young man, and the rest of the emperors were all gone. They usually gave instructions in the form of chanting words, or conveyed through the young man from the church in front of him.

Achilles had already felt very unhappy about this situation before.

Now, it exploded directly.

"What are you planning to do? Yan Feng Shiro!"

Yan Feng Shiro.

The priest who belongs to the Church is the supervisor of the Holy Grail War sent by the Eighth Secret Club.

The so-called Eighth Secret Trace refers to a subordinate department in the Holy Church.

Unlike the burial organs dedicated to the trial of heresy, the Eighth Secret Trace Society is to manage and recycle holy relics scattered around the world.

Holy relics such as the remains and blood of the saints, the nails that penetrated through his limbs during the crucifixion of Jesus Christ, the thirty silver coins obtained by Judah, etc., are all the goals of the Eighth Secret Society.

Here, special priests who are different from the burial mechanism but are not afraid of heresy power represented by magic, and are trained to recover hidden holy relics.

Yan Feng Shiro is a member of this group.

In this Holy Grail War, Yan Feng Shiro was the supervisor representing the Holy Church and held the qualifications of the Lord.

The servant he called was the beauty assassin, who was beside him, who exuded a decadent atmosphere.

Now, the one who answered Achilles' question was also assassin.

"We should ask you what you are planning to do, rider."

Assassin spoke to Achilles with a beautiful voice that would make people intoxicated, with an elegant and noble smile.

"At that time, no matter which lord of the emperor, he would make a judgment on retreating. My lord advised your lord and used a spell to get you out of the battlefield. Isn't that right?"

Assassin's words made Achilles just stare at Yan Feng Shiro without saying anything.

It seems that I don't plan to give up.

Yan Feng Shiro also seems to be very troubled by this.

"I know, you will definitely not be willing to retreat like that." Yan Feng Shiro smiled and said, "But now we know nothing about the other party, but the other party already knows your real name. For you, it is too bad to expose your real name, isn't it?"

No one can deny this.

As long as you know Achilles' real name, no matter who you are, you know how to deal with him.

This is also the disadvantage of being too famous.

"Even if you don't care, we have to think about Jingquan." Yanfeng Shiro smiled at Achilles and said, "You don't want to let Arher be implicated because of your willfulness, right?"

Achilles couldn't refute it immediately.

"I have no way to refute it," arher seemed to have slowed down and said calmly: "Although I was too careless, this time it was really me who dragged you down. Sorry, rider."

Hearing arher's words, Achilles instantly lost his temper.

"Forget it." Achilles curled his lips and said, "Since it's my eldest sister's business, I can't ignore it."

"Is that true?" Arher was not moved at all. He fell silent as if he had accepted this statement in an ordinary way.

This made Achilles feel bored and asked Yan Feng Shiro again.

"Who is that Lord? We haven't heard of such a person in the Black Clan before?"

Achilles' questioning made the smile that had been maintained on the boy's face disappear for the first time.

Even Assassin raised his beautiful brows and fell silent.

No reason.

Just because...

"We want to know this question, too..."

Yan Feng Shiro murmured like this.

At this moment, Assassin, who was beside him, had a slightly changed face as if he had received some news.

Immediately, Assassin lowered his face and looked at Yan Feng Shiro.

"The Lord, there is a bad news that must be told to you."

Upon hearing this, Yanfeng Shiro turned his eyes and looked at Assassin.

In this case, assassin told the so-called bad news.

"The action on the laner side failed."
Chapter completed!