Lancelot unhurriedly went into the large pit created by Caster's attack and pulled out chunjun (ancient sword name) that he had just thrown, seemingly not worried that the two Servants looking around would ambush him while he was unarmed.
Of course, no one knew better than they did that neither Saber nor Lancer, with their code of chivalry, would allow themselves to do such a thing as an ambush.
Furthermore, the battle last night had fully proven that the Berserker before them would never lack weapons; if he had no weapon, your weapon would become his!
"It's a pity that Berserker's attack just now didn't injure Caster's noble phantasm grimoire, allowing him to use a substitute to escape."
Saber said with great regret.
"If we let him escape like this, who knows how many more innocent children will fall victim to his evil."
As she spoke, Saber suddenly felt a scorching gaze. Following it, she found it was Berserker, who had suddenly come to their aid.
The Berserker of this Holy Grail War gave a very strange impression. His black armor was perfectly sealed, with no hint of luster. Negative energy black mist enveloped his entire body, yet despite looking like a demon god from hell, he should have been like a rampaging madman. However, the light in his eyes, which represented his inner self, was rational. Even the furious sword wind he unleashed when he supported them did not deviate in the slightest to harm her and Lancer.
Moreover, this Berserker always gave Saber a very familiar feeling. Although neither his appearance nor his martial arts left any impression in her memory, she just felt very familiar.
Regarding Lancelot's attention to Saber, Lancer quickly stood in front of Saber with his spear, frowning at this black Berserker.
"Berserker, although I am very grateful for your righteous assistance, if you intend to harm Saber, I, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, will never allow it!"
Lancelot, unable to speak, merely shook his head slowly and somewhat mechanically, indicating that he would not break their agreed knightly duel. Then, he continued to stare fixedly at Saber.
Lancer was very surprised by Lancelot's reaction. After all, for a Berserker, this Black Knight's reaction was too human-like; he showed no signs of madness at all—
Right, he was very crazy in battle!
"Lancer, I think Berserker has no ill intentions in coming here. Trapped in madness yet not losing his reason, he must be an extraordinary hero in history. Otherwise, with that first strike, if he had included us, you and I would have been severely wounded."
Saber couldn't help but speak fairly for Lancelot, who couldn't speak. After all, he had offered help to a rival in a moment of crisis instead of taking advantage of the situation. Saber did not dislike this rational, clear-headed, and highly skilled Berserker.
Speaking of which, this was probably the ultimate irony compared to how Lancelot repeatedly lost his sanity and attacked Saber in the original work/canon.
Lancelot was driven to madness by an unresolvable guilt for his mistakes, for which he was not punished by the king. Because of this, he had an extremely low adaptability to the madness trait, reaching class C, where the side effects were maximized and he completely lost his reason.
This led to Lancelot, whenever he saw Saber, having his original guilt masked by the madness and battle-hungry trait, causing him to uncontrollably attack Saber despite originally wishing to be punished by her hands. This really is... Lancer also released his grip on his dual spears, looking at Lancelot, who stood like an iron statue, with a pleased smile.
"You're right. Even if you hadn't intervened, Saber and I could have dealt with that evil Caster, but I, Diarmuid, still owe you this favor, Berserker. The martial arts you displayed in your battle with Archer make my hands itch for a fight. After I conclude my duel with Saber, do you dare to fight me?"
"Lancer, it is I who will duel Berserker with the honor of winning the duel!"
Just as he said this, Lancer suddenly stiffened, and Saber immediately noticed.
"Lancer, what's wrong?"
"My lord is in crisis... It seems he abandoned me to attack your base."
Lancer explained with difficulty, and Saber also vaguely understood what had happened, showing a troubled expression.
"It must be my Master's doing. Lancer, you'd best hurry to rescue your lord. Our agreed knightly duel should not end in this manner!"
Facing Saber's unhesitating urging, Lancer was first somewhat dumbfounded, then deeply bowed his head with emotion.
"Thank you very much, king of knights."
After Lancer solemnly thanked her, he quickly spiritualized and rushed towards Einzbern to rescue Kayneth, who was in dire straits.
And Lancelot, too, vanished into his own black mist, turning into a spiritual body and leaving, leaving Saber full of questions she couldn't ask.
Now was not the time for a reunion...
Compared to the pleasant time the three Knight Heroic Spirits were having, things were not so harmonious for Rin, Lancelot's Master...
"Bang!"
A clear gunshot echoed through the quiet forest behind the castle.
Rin, with an expressionless, cold face, turned to look at Maiya Hisau, whose gun barrel was still emitting a faint wisp of smoke.
She opened her palm, which had been covering her heart, and a long, narrow bullet slid from her palm, dropping to the ground.
"I said I didn't want to hurt you," Rin said, frowning at the woman who had just shot her.
Irisviel stepped forward, her beautiful youthful face serious as she confronted Rin.
"Rin, are you going to the castle?"
"Yes," Rin affirmed.
"Well, will you clash with Kiritsugu?"
"I can't guarantee we won't."
Anyone would be furious after being ambushed with a gunshot; if Rin hadn't had a good impression of the two women in front of her, there would have been no room for discussion.
"Then I'm sorry, Rin, I can't let you go and disturb Kiritsugu's battle."
Irisviel earnestly stood in Rin's path towards the castle.
Rin couldn't help but be amused and angered by Irisviel's action, looking at Irisviel, who was blocking her way, with a mix of irritation and amusement.
"Irisviel, do you really think you can stop me, even with the lady who just shot me? I remember her name is Maiya Hisau, isn't it?"
She really knows everything about us!
This thought immediately flashed through Irisviel's and Maiya Hisau's minds, and the atmosphere instantly became heavy.
Rin looked at these two women who bravely stood in her way for Kiritsugu Emiya, fearless of death, and truly felt sorry for them.
Kiritsugu Emiya was destined not to reciprocate their love and sacrifice, but what was even more pathetic was that they knew this yet were still willing to do so.
Why bother?...
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