"But I've already treated you!" Einsbern said anxiously, even a bit at a loss.
"Clearly, it should have taken effect before this. Why isn't it working?" The woman in white had a worried expression on her face. Magical energy gathered between her hands, and simultaneously, Saber's left wrist emitted a similar magical energy, as if attempting to heal the wound.
"Boom~"
The sound wasn't loud, not much different from the noise of a falling cannon, but the magical energy scattered into starlight, slowly dissipating into the air.
However, at Saber's wrist, the severed tendons still oozed fresh blood, showing no signs of healing.
In the shadows, Saber's left thumb couldn't help but twitch, but each time, a sharp pain shot through, disrupting her nerves.
The girl known as 'King Arthur' held the sword with one hand, ready to fight for her life!
Several individuals hidden in the darkness showed expressions of excitement or anxiety on their faces.
Emiya Kiritsugu felt a slight urgency in his heart, but his expression remained calm. The firearm in his hand was cold, yet it provided warmth to his inner self!
"Now... the best way is to take out Lancer's Master."
His fingertip lightly stroked the trigger of the firearm, but there was no sign of it being pulled.
In the scope, the crosshair had already locked onto Kenneth's head! However, under Emiya Kiritsugu's control, there was no trace of murderous intent!
Holding the massive sniper rifle, Berserker, with her enchanting eyes through the scope of the "Nightfall Morning Star," easily spotted various supernatural beings hiding in the shadows.
On the cold and dark sniper rifle, there was no magical fluctuation, reducing the presence of the "Nightfall Morning Star" to freezing point!
But for the "Nightfall Morning Star" sniper rifle itself, no one would easily overlook it.
Even for magic-resistant magi! At the first sight of it, the heart would uncontrollably beat faster, as if once locked onto, there was only the path of the departed soul!
"Tsk tsk tsk, Assassin is so fake. A so-called assassin who doesn't even hide his own presence?"
Berserker mocked at the corner of her mouth. Such an assassin had insulted her profession!
In Berserker's hands, the "Nightfall Morning Star" felt weightless as she turned the muzzle to mark several individuals. The mocking expression on her face couldn't be suppressed.
"No hiding of their own presence. Do none of these heroes realize? Is it the pride of heroes or just arrogant self-confidence?"
"Master, they probably aren't proficient in the spiritual aspect, but their danger perception... really makes one want to complain. Perhaps they've noticed but pretend to know nothing?" Einsbern said.
Just as Berserker was about to respond, lightning burst in the sky, making Berserker think for a moment that the Thunder God had arrived.
However, the lightning was just a momentary flash, and Conqueror King, carrying his queen and his beloved chariot, descended.
This directly interrupted the battle between Saber and Lancer. Emiya Kiritsugu gave up aiming, and Kenneth's face showed impatience. Facing the rude king who destroyed his carefully laid battlefield, he could hardly endure any longer!
"Yo~" The voice spread through magic, creating a surround-sound effect with an electric vibe.
"Look at who's in such a sorry state?" Kenneth, with his hands behind his back, took a few steps forward, revealing part of his figure.
"My dear student at the Clock Tower, after disagreeing with me, actually secretly took away my Holy Relic!"
"Do you want to prove yourself through the Holy Grail War?" Kenneth found it amusing. "Let your teacher, me, use this magnificent battlefield to give you the last lesson!"
While Kenneth was speaking, Weber, upon hearing his voice, recognized his teacher. He couldn't believe that he had taken the other party's Holy Relic. Clearly, he had replaced Kenneth. Why would Kenneth still appear on the Holy Grail War battlefield?
Seemingly... still as Lancer's Master!
The handsome young man with twin guns, upon seeing that teardrop-shaped mark, even as a man, couldn't help but feel a fleeting moment of heart palpitation.
Not to mention Lancer's exceptional valor and skill in battle!
'What should I do? What should I do? I want to go back to London! I want to return to England!'
These thoughts kept magnifying in Weber's mind. At this moment, he was no different from a mischievous child caught doing something wrong!
But... here, he would... die!
Weber crouched inside the Godslayer War Chariot, and Conqueror King frowned, dissatisfied with his Master's embarrassing behavior.
He pulled Weber up, looking towards Kenneth as he did so.
"Hey! Kid over there! From what you just said, there's a great chance you'll become my Master, barring any accidents, right?"
"That's right. What's wrong? Do you still want to defend the thief's innocence?"
"Heh! I don't want to bother with all that. But I won't associate with a rat that only knows how to hide in the shadows! Such a method is simply disgusting!"
Compared to King Iskander, Kenneth's status wasn't worth mentioning. Perhaps in King Iskander's era, Kenneth could at most be considered a minor noble skilled in magic?
Half of his face hidden in the darkness, his mouth still showed a disdainful expression, as if gritting his teeth!
"Haha! Isn't this good enough!"
Conqueror King turned around, attempting to invite Saber and Lancer. As expected by Berserker, aside from being slightly surprised by Saber's identity, Conqueror King didn't reveal much emotion.
If you had to count, there was a tiny and negligible sense of regret?
"Gathering with two brave warriors, this king is very pleased! Not to mention meeting the eternal king, 'Arthur'! It's truly fortunate, hahaha! I really didn't expect that King Arthur is actually a young girl!"
Weber pulled at Conqueror King's cape. Even he knew that his Servant had misspoken, and the legendary 'Arthur'... seemed to be quite dissatisfied with what Conqueror King had said...
"Conqueror King! Do you want to try a sword with this 'young girl'?"
"No, no, no!" Conqueror King scratched his head, and with hair of the same color as his beard, he looked rough. "I just didn't expect it. Please don't take it too seriously."
"Humph!"
Saber's wrist muscles relaxed slightly, seemingly reluctantly accepting this explanation.
With an injury on her body, finding a way out and, more importantly, as a king, she couldn't afford to lose her composure. If she acted like a mad dog, biting onto Conqueror King relentlessly, in the end, she would be the one heavily injured!
Moreover... returning to the Throne of Heroes and waiting for the next summoning wasn't impossible.
"Cough, cough!" Conqueror King cleared his throat a couple of times, opening his mouth to the dark area. "Those heroic spirits hiding! How much longer do you want to watch the show?! At this moment, shouldn't you all come out?! Otherwise, you'll spend your whole lives as rats in the sewer! Hahaha!"
Ainz's face changed slightly. Through the images transmitted by his familiars, he knew trouble was brewing.
Sure enough, in response to his provocation, a golden-armored figure, shining brightly, was the first to reveal his presence under this low-level taunt!