H s G s d His Grin is Wild. s Grin is Wild Wild A bestial smell carries on the wind.… The man in blue looks at me like an old friend, even in this intense situation. Out of nowhere... “Is this your doing?”, I ask of the fi gure. “No. Petty tricks are the magi’s job. We only fi ght as commanded to. Isn’t that right, you over there?” Casual, but his voice is fi lled with murderous intent. This guy can see Archer…! “As I thought, a Servant…!” “That’s right. Since you can tell, I can consider you as my enemy, right?” I freeze A normal, light tone of voice. And it’s colder than anything I’ve ever heard, scary enough to make me vomit… I couldn’t tell how to move, or what the best action could be.” …Wow. That’s pretty good. You grasp the important points. Man, I messed up. I shouldn’t have called out to you just for fun.”The man raises his arm Now holds a red weapon, two meters long. I jump over to the side of the fence without thinking as if trying to smash it. A whirlwind brushes past my hair. Barely made it. He rushed me in an eye-blink and mercilessly slashed at the space I just occupied. “Hah, you’ve got some good legs, young lady…!” The blue whirlwind pursues me The fence is behind me. To my sides… I won’t make it! I run my magic circuits and assemble magic in gesture. Adjusting the gravity around me, my body, now light as a feather, I leaped off the rooftop. “Vox, gott es Atlas! Archer, take care of the landing…! I let Archer take the impact and start to run as soon as my feet touch the ground. First, I have to change the location. We have to go somewhere we can move around freely. “Man, those are really good legs. It’ll be a waste to kill you here.”…Meaningless against a Servant. At the moment I step back, Archer steps in front, taking form. A cloudy night. In Archer’s hand is a shortsword that refl ects the weak moonlight. 17. 1.
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