"Seventh Master, you are not originally related to this Holy Grail War. Did someone give you conditions to let you participate?"
Faced with the dilemma of the workshop being invaded, Darnic did not feel angry, but immediately proposed a solution based on the current situation.
"If someone hired you to fight me, no matter what conditions he offered you, I am willing to pay more than him."
"Oh, how can you be sure that I am not here to kill you for the Holy Grail? After all, you are the survivor from last time."
Roland asked with interest.
"I think I have behaved very low-key. Even if the magicians who come to fight are hostile to me, when my Servants and positions are not exposed at all, even if they want to attack, they must consider whether it will push potential allies to the enemy's side."
Darnic said respectfully, "This obviously premeditated attack can only prove that your target was me from the beginning."
Although he was an enemy, he still responded to him with a humble attitude. As a magician who had already touched the Grand Rank and had a seat in the Clock Tower, Danic was so flexible that Roland couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
"I am just like this when I am only carrying a caster. What on earth do you want to do by participating in this Holy Grail War?"
"I just wanted to show my respect to you," Darnik continued, without answering the question directly. "To a person who possesses such a miracle as the Reality Marble, what am I?"
That's right, this is the judgment made by Danic. Ordinary familiars cannot invade his magical workshop, but if it is a product of the Reality Marble, it is completely different.
If possible, Darnic would not want to be an enemy of such a dangerous existence.
Therefore, his attitude has always been very humble, but Darnic did not intend to be too accommodating, so as not to be asked for too much by the lion.
"Lancer."
He called softly, "If you are unwilling to listen to my terms, then we will have no choice but to fight here. This is not me bragging, Lancer is very strong."
Most Servants have their own personalities and pride, and their combination with their Master is more like a collaboration rather than a pure master-servant relationship.
Darnic's cowardly behavior before the battle was enough to make any proud servant feel insulted, but Lancer remained silent until Danic spoke. Then Lancer slowly walked forward and revealed his true face, like a tool without self.
After Lancer's true identity was exposed, even Medea, who had been silent all this time, couldn't help but speak.
"What a clear creation... It's almost like a fairy."
For Medea, who came from the Age of Gods, this was a very high evaluation, and the reason why Lancer allowed her to call her that was because she was so beautiful.
Different from the kind of beauty with characteristics, Lancer's face, with nearly perfect proportions, seems to be a conceptual product of human's pursuit of beauty, just like the existence called Venus, this face cannot be described in words.
In Him, gender and racial distinctions such as male and female, man and nature are meaningless.
Lancer was wrapped in a slightly loose white robe. His chest and waist were well hidden in the clothes. If you only looked at his hands and feet, he seemed a little petite. His long light green hair with a forest scent hung behind him.
With rosy and tender skin and facial features that give the impression of softness, if you only look at her face, you can tell that she is a girl. However, because of her natural childishness, people will subconsciously question her. No matter whether she is a boy or a girl, she is acceptable to both sides.
If there is anything inconsistent, it is the overly perfect atmosphere that makes it look like a magician's puppet. Even his voice is so soft.
"Thank you, caster, you have a beauty to match this excellent vision."
Even when faced with Medea's comment that "He" was not a human, Lancer did not show any resistance on his face.
Roland stared at Lancer quietly for a while before continuing.
"You really drew a good card."
Enkidu is a true cheater. Strictly speaking, the Master is just an accessory of the opponent. As a weapon created by God, as long as he stands on the earth, he can obtain an almost unlimited supply of magic power.
"So, can I show you my conditions?"
Darnic showed no complacency and simply bowed slightly.
"Go ahead."
Roland clapped his hands. "What they offered me is a ticket to the Holy Grail War and subsequent support. I'd like to see what conditions you can offer me."
"The Holy Grail."
Darnic raised his head and stared at Roland.
"I can give up the ownership of the Holy Grail. I just hope that you will form an alliance with me before the Holy Grail appears."
Darnic pulled out a piece of parchment from his arms and let it float slowly in front of Roland.
Medea gently waved her wand, causing the parchment to unfold in front of her. She stared at the words and arrangement on it for a while, then nodded to Roland.
The self-enforced certificate that Emiya Kiritsugu had used to deceive Kayneth, the Lord of the Clock Tower, was enough to prove his strength.
This is an absolute curse imposed on the person using the power of the mage mark, touching the soul, and in principle has an effect that cannot be eliminated by any means.
Roland lightly scanned the parchment and confirmed that Danic's condition was indeed to withdraw from the Holy Grail War, then looked at the requirements he had to fulfill.
——Form an alliance with Darnic before at least four groups of masters leave the stage.
This was an alliance with completely unequal conditions between the two parties. Roland never believed in such good things as pie falling from the sky, but Darnic's actions at least explained one thing.
He is not very interested in the Holy Grail. On the contrary, in this Holy Grail War, he has reasons to get something from other Masters and Servants.
Although both of them were possessed by the Shendu, this guy behaved completely differently from Einzbern.
Roland chuckled and said, "In principle, I can agree to this condition, as long as you don't regret signing the contract with me."
Suddenly, he changed the subject.
"But how can I be sure that you are not a guy who only relies on the power of your Servant? If after the alliance, your Servant is fine, but you are killed by other Masters, that would be too funny."
"You can rest assured about this."
Darnic breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to leave early before achieving his long-cherished wish. Only experienced magicians knew the horror of the inherent barrier. If the servant was unlucky, he would be defeated in it.
Even though he had absolute confidence in Enkidu, it would definitely be enough for the opponent to hold back the servant for a while, but he didn't have the same confidence as facing a caster of the same profession.
Darnic did not lie about his interest in the Holy Grail. He came to participate in this Holy Grail War because only here could he achieve his goal.
Therefore, he was sincere in signing the contract. Even though he knew that Roland's ready agreement might be a fraud, Darnic was not afraid.
The effect of the self-enforced document is absolute, and even the monarch cannot violate it. Moreover, the alliance is not just a simple contractual provision, but also involves subsequent cooperation.
As long as you are willing to talk, it's easy.
Whatever the other party wants, he will give it to them!
Whether it is wealth or precious secret treasures, as long as it can temporarily maintain this temporary alliance before the conditions are met.
As for proving his own strength, it was even simpler. Unlike Kayneth, he had worked his way up from the bottom and was quite good at balancing research and combat effectiveness.
"No ordinary Master could possibly have the means to hurt me. If you don't believe me, please try it yourself."
Darnic waved his hand, signaling Lancer to make some space for him and Roland.
When the two servants saw this scene, they consciously retreated to the back, allowing the two masters to confront each other.
After taking out his cane, Darnic narrowed his eyes and stared at the shadows around him.
What means would the other party use to test him? Would he simply use magic to engage in close combat, or cast a special curse, or summon those ninja-like familiars from the shadows?
But no matter what means, he was confident that he could deal with it. He quietly activated his ceremonial attire, poured all his magic power into it, and after secretly making perfect defenses, he spoke confidently.
"You may begin now."
"Okay," Roland nodded with a smile, "Don't let this trick kill you."
Then, in front of Darnic's shocked gaze, Roland took out a walnut gun from behind him, quickly aimed it at him, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.