Speaking of which, someone dislikes "according to"

Lancelot! Anyone familiar with the Arthurian Legend will recognize this name. Since the Einzbern chose SAB as their Srvant, Irisviel and Maiya Hisau are naturally quite clear about the story between the First Knight and the Young Queen.

Occasionally, when the night was quiet and Irisviel couldn't sleep, she and Saber would sit on the castle tower, looking at the stars and talking about their feelings. As they became more familiar with each other, Saber gradually began to talk about her.

Among these relationships were the complicated love-hate relationship between her, Lancelot, and Guinevere, so Irisviel was naturally aware of Saber's feelings. Seeing Lancelot willing to stoop to such a low level to challenge her was a devastating blow to the young girl's heart.

Brsrkr's expression was ferocious, her eyes bloodshot, and her wild roars were filled with the strong smell of blood and bits of flesh. The explosion made her pause for a few seconds. If Saber were still in her normal state, those few seconds would have been enough for her to decide the outcome of the battle, but things rarely go as smoothly as imagined.

An unprecedented vulnerability filled the delicate face of the young queen, and the tenderness and helplessness in her eyes could melt even the cruelest heart in the world—provided the other person still had a heart.

Because of her Noble Phantasm transformation, even an anti-tank grenade couldn't destroy the pillar in Brsrkr's hand. The pillar, wrapped in ominous black patterns, whipped up a gust of wind and slammed straight at Sabr, who remained completely unmoved—not only did she lower her sword, but she even reached out with her other hand, as if trying to grab it.

Did she still see this berserker as the most valiant Knight of yesteryear? And in his hand, no longer a rough wooden pillar, but a sacred Noble Phantasm on par with the holy sword. They were now before Camelot's throne, and he had accomplished a great feat, awaiting the king's reward...

But reality did not grant Sabr's fantasy. Camelot's illusion vanished instantly, and Sabr found herself before a raging Knight had surrendered his body and soul to her and was about to kill her.

Sabr staggered backward, forcefully raising his sword—could this flawed stance withstand brsrkr's full-force attack?

"Sabr!"

Irisviel clutched her chest and screamed—the graffiti on the back of her hands was nothing more than a drawing and had no power to save the Knight.

Fortunately, she and Maiya were not the only ones present.

At the critical moment, a hand grabbed Saber by the back of her collar, forcefully pulling her out of BRSKR's attack range. Then, two scorching fireballs shot towards the opponent's face. The latter's Magic Resistance could completely ignore this small Magecraft, but his vision was blocked for a moment, preventing him from continuing the pursuit.

Even though her body contains the immense strength of a lion, Artoria is still just a petite girl weighing a little over 80 pounds—even without her Heroic Spirit transformation, Jizi could easily pick her up, let alone after she transforms into Heroic Spirit.

Carrying Sabr in Princess Carry, she quickly moved away from BRSrkr—the latter, having lost sight of her due to the short distance, was wildly waving her stick, appearing even more dangerous than before—and, unsure of the young queen's mental state, Jizi considered for a moment before sending her to Irisviel's side, hoping the real Queen Consort could comfort her.

"Thank you, Assassin."

The silver-haired princess had a complicated expression, but she still thanked Jizi.

But then the way she looked at Jizi seemed a little strange. Was something going on?

"Um, assassin..."

Following Irisviel's gaze, Jizi was still being held—no wonder, it was a life-size, 100% accurate replica of Artoria's figure, anyone would be tempted to hold it a little longer, if there wasn't a big threat behind them, Jizi might have even started licking it.

"Cough cough."

With a forced, serious cough, Jizi reluctantly put Sabr down. Sabr was still somewhat dazed and nearly fell over. Seeing her like that, Jizi could only shake his head, shove Sabr into Irisviel's arms, and draw his Twin Blades, charging towards the approaching Brsrkr.

She was no match for the berserker—she was thrown in as a stepping stone the moment they met, but her goal wasn't to defeat him, just to delay him for a while and keep him occupied.

This is one of the strengths of the Assassin class.

"Come on, big guy!"

Brsrkr, focused solely on sabr, paid no heed to Jizi blocking his path. However, Jizi's petty tricks—such as fireballs aimed specifically at the eyes—were as annoying as mosquitoes. Moreover, Jizi's Twin Blades possessed anti-magic properties, and a single strike against his weapon dispelled the "Knight does not die with empty hands" ability, severing the pillar that could withstand both the holy sword and grenades.

With his remaining thought processes, Brsrkr made a difficult decision: to continue attacking Sabr, he had to deal with that damned Assassin, and Assassin himself was also running low, so a swift victory was necessary.

So, instead of using whatever was available—like uprooting a tree or tearing down a wall—brsrkr, having lost his weapon, made a grasping motion in the air with both hands, conjuring up a deep blue holy sword.

Originating from the same Origin as the Excalibur, this holy sword was entrusted to humankind by the lake spirits and can never be damaged. Its magnificent blade has been bathed in the blood of dragons and once slew a fellow Knights of the Round Table — the Arondight!

The moment the sword appeared, Jizi felt the Knight's aura surge dramatically. Before, she could barely harass and restrain him, but now brsrkr was truly beyond her ability to stop.

Even the so-called strongest ARHR is probably no match for the BRSRKR in terms of sheer deterrence.

Getting close means certain death—even though their combat experience was practically zero, Jizi's nerves were constantly on edge. As she retreated, she glanced at the three people behind her, hoping that Saber could recover quickly.

Being pointed at by [Arondight] is no easy task.

"Sabr! Sabr! Wake up!"

"Gran... Nevere?"

"Sabr, it's me!"

"Airi!"

As if waking from a nightmare, Saber sat up abruptly, then surprisingly half-reclined into Irisviel's arms. The spatial disorientation made her a little dizzy, so she shook her head violently to force herself awake.

Lancelot!

Sabr struggled to sit up and turned to look in the direction of the dense magic. He saw an assassin draped in black robes struggling to distract brsrkr with flames, seemingly trying to stall for time.

"How is it, sabr?" The novel website doesn't skip words.

Irisviel's concerned gaze met Saber's, making her feel even more ashamed. This Knight who called himself a princess, who had even boasted such a claim not long ago, was now so pathetic, reduced to relying on the Assassin.

Despite the myriad of conflicting emotions swirling within her, now was not the time for hesitation. Assassin was no match for Lancelot, and if she didn't pull herself together, Irisviel, Maiya, and that Assassin would all die here.

Sabr didn't realize that she subconsciously included assassins within the human realm. She didn't have time to think too much about it either; gripping the holy sword tightly again, Sabr forced her mind to focus solely on defeating the enemy.

I can't think too much. What's in front of me is BRSKR, the enemy. I swear to become Irisviel's Knight and win the Holy Grail for her—even if it's Lancelot, if he stands in my way, I will fight... defeat him!

I'm sorry, my friend!

Sabr, who was planning to return to the battlefield, suddenly sensed the violent magic in the courtyard. She looked closely and saw that familiar weapon.

[The Arondight], Lancelot, are you willing to use it to exact revenge on me?

The blue holy sword, which boasts the feat of slaying dragons, is King Arthur's greatest nemesis, as he carries the blood of a red dragon.

Can I really beat him?

The first burst of energy fades, the second weakens, and the third exhausts. Sabr's initial momentum was shattered by her berserker identity, and her renewed fighting spirit was further weakened by [Arondight], putting her at a disadvantage even before the battle began. Her spirit was completely depleted, and she even began to doubt herself.

If we can't even win, how can we expect to win?

Maiya Hisau was the first to notice Saber's condition. Having survived war since childhood, she had seen too many soldiers who had lost their will to fight, and without exception, they all died on the battlefield. Now Saber was showing the same expression; what should be done?

Then she suddenly noticed that as the assassin retreated, he tilted his head slightly in her direction, revealing a pair of surprisingly delicate lips beneath the shadow of his hood, as if he were saying something.

"Sabr... frontal... I... assassinate..."

Because the angle wasn't directly opposite, Maiya only managed to read a few words from her lips, but that was enough for her to understand what "assassin" meant—to have sabr block brsrkr from the front while she seized the opportunity to assassinate him.

It wasn't a great tactic, but it was enough to solve the immediate problem—but should I tell her?!

Of everyone present, only Maiya Hisau how to use modern technology, meaning she was the only one who could contact Kiritsugu Emiya —the true Astr who held the Command Seals.

The fact that the other side knew so much about the faction sent a chill down Maiya's spine. But she still quickly carried out the order, pulled out a phone from her waist, and skillfully dialed the number.

"... beep..."

The SABR, which was barely able to participate in the battle, was being pushed back by the BRSKR, and the Assassin couldn't find any opportunity to intervene. For the first time Maiya complained about Kiritsugu's efficiency—"Why aren't you answering?!"

Hopefully everything will be alright...

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P. S. 1. Went out to burn some food, so it's a bit late.

P. S. 2. The Yangtze's final scenes seemed a bit long... I also felt it dragged on a bit, mainly because I was trying to figure out the later plot, which is why it took so long.

P. S. 3. After numerous tests, I've finally concluded Dian Niang clicks on the web version and mobile version are counted separately—this wasn't the case before the upgrade!

P. S. 4. I checked the forums on Dian Niang, and the new version still seems difficult to use. Can anyone who's used the new version leave a comment and tell me about their user experience?

38. It is said that some people dislike the word "according to".

38. By the way, some people don't like that "according to" is hand-typed by members of [*][--].

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