Of course, he was not walking easily. The swordsman walked slowly and quickly, jumping up and jumping over the wall, running on the roof in a light posture as flying.

After crossing a few quiet streets, the swordsman came straight to the balcony on the top floor of the only house with lights on.

This family did not have anything to do with the magician, but his master used hints to make the family fall asleep and forced this place to be their temporary destination.

The biggest advantage of this position is that it is closest to the living scope of the high school student named Shirou Emiya. Under the order of master, the swordsman began to monitor Shirou Emiya a month ago. Today, the swordsman finally understood the order of master.

A month ago, his master knew that this seemingly ordinary high school student was actually a magician and would become a master of the Holy Grail War.

——The swordsman did not see this ability to approach prophecy.

So he firmly believed that his master would win the Holy Grail and fulfill his wishes.

With such faith, the swordsman respectfully saluted his master standing on the balcony.

"Did they fight?"

The boy, who was less than 20 years old, asked this question to him.

He skipped the step of asking Shiro Emiya's life and death, and did not care about who fought with him. The young man's question was almost mindless. In this regard, the swordsman simply described the information he knew.

"Yes, lord, Shirou Umiya was not dead, and he summoned Saber. After defeating Lancer, he defeated Archer and his master. Now the two masters are together."

"I didn't expect that Killer's reconnaissance ability is so strong. I originally thought that you could hide your breath, so I arranged for you to investigate the situation."

After learning about the battle, the handsome young man showed a satisfied smile on his face, and he praised his servant.

"Lord, you are a samurai rather than a ninja. The contact of your eyes may alarm those servants, so you can only listen to the nearby movements all the time."

“Huh—Is this OK?”

His lord knew that killer had this ability for the first time, and a surprised expression appeared on his face.

"All servants' weapons and combat methods have their own characteristics. After reading the information given by the lord, you can distinguish the other party's identity based on the sound of the weapon."

Killer said calmly, not treating this skill that has been tempered as a place to boast about.

"Good job—! Killer, you have done it very successfully. Let me leave it to the foodie inside."

The boy master nodded to the room and signaled that killer's work was over.

In the direction of his mouth, a young man in a red war suit was facing the table full of food and drinking.

After using this place as a temporary site, the boy stocked up food many times. As a result, 90% of these foods entered the mouth of the foodie in the house.

For that guy, eating is not only a necessary job in life, but also a supreme enjoyment. But that guy also has a good stomach that can't be full no matter what he eats.

Bajibaji--

The rude eating sound made the boy frown, and finally couldn't help but walk into the room, and tapped on the clean little corner on the table full of food.

"m-erster, just say what's wrong?"

"Stop eating, fighter. You'll have a fight right away."

"It is precisely because I have to eat more to supplement nutrition when fighting, and the battle is more powerful."

Fighter said a word without raising his head, leaving the boy speechless.

"I have found a very powerful opponent for you. Fighter, you will never despise your opponent."

“I never underestimate anyone—!”

With the sound of eating pig's trotters, his servant said this firmly. The boy couldn't help but feel ridiculous in his heart.

Such a foodie will actually be a hero.

"For this, this chicken is delicious, let's eat it together."

It seemed that I felt that eating alone in front of the master was impolite. Fighter spoke vaguely and reached out to give a chicken leg.

"No, you'd better eat it."

The boy's consciousness was called back by the chicken legs held by the greasy hand in front of him, and he immediately found that he would never have an appetite for food in his life.

"Eat it if you want to eat, - if you don't eat, I'll eat it. What a picky child."

After reaching out and waiting for a while, I saw that the fighter who did not accept the boy took back the chicken leg boredly and bit it hard. I also said something that made the young man's youth rise up.

call--

The boy finally breathed a sigh of relief and walked back to the balcony.

On the balcony, killer was hiding himself in the darkness and bowed his head slightly to the master.

No matter what, fortunately, my server is very obedient.

Suddenly, the young man raised his head and opened his hands with pride, excitedly trying to yell. Then he turned into a continuous and silent laugh.
Chapter completed!