Father and Son Get Humiliated
Thinking this, Reika stood up, took Jack the Ripper's hand, and walked out of the room.
"Master."
Upon seeing Wang Xiaoming walk in from outside, Lily, who was waiting anxiously in the room, lit up and ran over to him, gazing at him expectantly.
Wang Xiaoming gently ruffled Lily's hair and apologized for breaking his promise.
"Oh, sorry, I was supposed to come over right after we finished talking. But I just went to Berserker's place again."
"Miss Penthesilea?"
"Yes, go tell her that she needs to stay here."
"Huh?"
Medea tilted her head and quickly figured out the reason. "Is it because of Achilles?"
"That's right."
Wang Xiaoming affirmed Lily's answer.
"But speaking of which, Miss Penthesilea's behavior is nothing like that of a Berserker."
"Ah, I guess so..."
Wang Xiaoming gave a wry smile. Although their time together was short, Penthesilea's words, actions, and behavior showed absolutely no sign of losing her mind.
Of course, this is without mentioning [that name].
If Berserker senses the presence of the Achilles d while on their way to the Red Faction Fortress...
That scene...
Therefore, preventative measures must be foolproof before the battle begins!
I would gladly lose a Command Spell for this.
"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore."
Wang Xiaoming shook his head and turned his gaze back to Lily: "Did you call me here for something?"
"Ah, this is it!"
Lily, having had her train of thought brought back on track by Wang Xiaoming, raised her wand. A light shone from the tip of the wand, and a collection of small, fragmented objects appeared in Lily's arms—
"This is a talisman; it can ward off any poison. Master, you must keep it safe... Ah, and this too! This thing can allow you to instantly escape the battlefield, Master, keep that safe too... And also..."
"..."
"Eh, Master?"
Before Lily could even process what was happening, her hand was suddenly grasped by Wang Xiaoming, who gently pulled her into his arms.
Feeling the warmth in his arms, Wang Xiaoming whispered in Lily's ear, but his tone was unusually firm:
"Don't worry, we'll definitely win."
--Because there is no reason to lose.
So, I'm sorry, Amakusa Shirou.
I must win this battle, and I will win.
(Above)
Zhang Tui: <The Happiness Theory of Loser Boys>
The male protagonist is a loyal, devoted type; the author's writing is quite good. Readers who enjoy this genre should definitely check it out.
The following is a brief introduction:
This book is also known as
<How to Raise a Loyal Supporting Character to Protagonist>
<The Daily Life of a Versatile Character: Flag-Raising and Trolling>
<The Childhood Sweetheart's Road to Success: The Unlucky One's Rise to Power>.
In this materialistic world, can we have less scheming and more sincerity?
In short, this is a story about a loyal and versatile male supporting character caught in a "battlefield" with many male protagonists, ultimately choosing only one from among a sea of potential suitors.
I don't send girls to girls, I don't build harems, and I don't talk about philosophy.
The male lead isn't oblivious, nor is he a pushover; he's quite cunning and speaks rather slyly. If you don't like this type of story, you can skip it in the top left corner.
It's a single-female-lead story with a mix of sweet moments and heart-wrenching scenes. There might be some pseudo-love triangle moments that aren't exactly romanticized, but the female lead is incredibly reliable.
It has already merged with the worlds of "My Teen Romantic Comedy SNAFU" and "Saekano: How to Raise a Boring Girlfriend".
Learning without doing anything is a waste of time, I'm serious. (laughs)
It's a good book.
Chapter 276. Father and Son Suffer a Setback
The following day, the Romania sky was high and blue.
Apart from Gordes, who is at the core of the magic supply system, and Berserker, who stayed behind for special reasons, everyone else moved from Trifas to Bucharest, preparing to board their personal planes parked at the international airport for the final battle against the [Red] faction.
With less than a day to go before the decisive battle, a Serenity atmosphere permeated the entire camp.
Of course, this excludes those Servant are already accustomed to the baptism of war. Or is it the calm before the storm? What exists between them is not worry or fear, but rather the tension of anticipation for battle.
However, Master are different. No matter how powerful their Servant are, Fiore and the others are still just ordinary humans. Once they participate in war, there is a risk of death. No one looks forward to death.
But if we really have to spend the rest of the day in this state, then our own people will be the first to be worn down.
Therefore, at Wang Xiaoming's suggestion and with everyone's agreement, everyone, including the Servant, began their free time during this period.
Let's go!
The boisterous Mordred, dragging her Master along, began their "adventure"; Lily and Reika seemed to be discussing some private matter. Meanwhile, the "abandoned" Wang Xiaoming could only take Jack the Ripper along, and the father and daughter began wandering the streets of Bucharest.
Although Jack the Ripper is a modern-day Heroic Spirit, limited by the conditions and time of her time, all she could understand were the events that happened around her in her era.
Although the Holy Grail War instills modern common sense in the Heroic Spirit, local characteristics seem to be overlooked. Perhaps the Three Founding Families who created the Holy Grail War never imagined that while all the Magecraft were scheming and fighting for the Holy Grail, there would be people wandering the streets.
Therefore--
"Dad, what's that?"
Holding Wang Xiaoming in his arms, Jack the Ripper pointed to something on a roadside stall, his eyes Gilgamesh as he asked Wang Xiaoming a question.
Following the direction Jack the Ripper pointed, and seeing the exquisite pastries laid out on the table, he smiled and explained to the girl, "That's called 'Pap. anasi,' a local specialty snack in Romania."
"Hey, is it good?"
"We'll have to wait until you try it to know the answer to that question..."
As he spoke, Wang Xiaoming led Jack the Ripper to the outdoor table of the small shop, then pointed to the pastries that Jack the Ripper had just seen and that were displayed around it, and said to the shop assistant:
"One of each of these, please."
"You really spoil your daughter."
During the break while ordering food, the shop owner looked at the father with his daughter and sighed with genuine emotion.
In response to the store manager's reply, Wang Xiaoming nodded and smiled, saying:
"After all, daughters are much less of a worry than sons."
After speaking, Wang Xiaoming glanced at something outside the shop and raised an eyebrow slightly...
"Tsk..."
Archer, who was observing the situation inside the store with Eagle Eye, couldn't help but click his tongue after seeing Wang Xiaoming's highly "provocative" action. Saber, who was standing to the side and also had keen senses, naturally noticed Wang Xiaoming's actions as well.
"We've been discovered, Archer."
"Ah, is that so... Let's go over there."
"Hey, Dad, it's Saber and Archer!"
As he savored the pastries in front of him, Jack the Ripper, with a blissful expression, noticed the presence of other Servant and looked up to see two people parting the crowd and walking towards him.
Since they were just strolling around, both of them changed into modern clothes. Archer alone wouldn't have made much of a difference, but with Saber added, the effect of the two walking down the street was completely different.
It's not just about their handsome appearance; having been tempered by life and death, they unconsciously exude an aura that attracts attention.
But the real reason should be Saber's outfit—
Although partially obscured by Saber's long hair, a large ripped tear was still visible on the back of his clothes. His well-trained physique was faintly visible through the tear. In contrast to Archer's dashing and casual attire, Saber's clothing exuded an extraordinary wildness.
His long hair fit his clothes perfectly, making the tear, which should have been a flaw, look extremely natural.
Saber cannot hide the weakness on her back. This is a curse bestowed upon Servant by the Holy Grail when she was summoned as Holy Grail. However, clothes with a torn back cannot be found on the market, so this must have been specially made by the homunculi at Fiore's order.
"How did Saber feel after taking a walk around?"
After the two arrived at Wang Xiaoming's lower left side, forcibly ignoring Archer, Wang Xiaoming asked Saber.
"Because it's from a time so far removed from mine, therefore..."
For Saber, who lived in medieval Europe, everything except the architecture was new and exciting, even in Bucharest, a place that still retains its medieval architectural style.
"However, thanks to Archer's explanations along the way, I have already learned quite a bit."
"And then they just happened to follow us?"
Turning his gaze to Archer, Wang Xiaoming revealed a half-smile.
"I'm just worried that you might run into a few clueless idiots on the way."
Archer spread his hands and readily admitted the reason he had been following them.
"Really? You don't need to worry..."
After hearing Archer's explanation, Wang Xiaoming's expression softened. Just as he was about to tell them not to worry, Archer, as if knowing what he was about to say, interrupted him.
"No, Dad, you're overthinking it..."
Archer picked up a pastry from the table in front of him. Seeing that Jack the Ripper's gaze remained fixed on the pastry in his hand, Archer smiled, handed it to Jack the Ripper, and stroked her short silver hair as he did so.
"I'm just worried that your fight might involve the Assassin."
"..."
Wang Xiaoming's expression, which hadn't even had a chance to fully develop, froze on his face because of Archer's second half of words. Although he really wanted to show Archer "fatherly authority," he could only silently keep it in mind because of Jack the Ripper's presence.
Perhaps it was seeing his father's finally embarrassed expression that gave Archer a strange sense of satisfaction. He wasn't afraid of being held accountable later.
After the Holy Grail War ends, I'll be returning to my throne. Even if my father is incredibly powerful, he can't possibly chase me there to beat me up, right?
However, Archer's mood didn't improve for long before a soft voice reached his ears—
"Speaking of which... you didn't get much of a beating when you were a kid, did you?"
"..."
Shouldn't we say they're truly father and son?
Saber, who had been watching the whole thing, thought to herself:
Even their expressions of frustration are so similar.
The next chapter will begin the final battle; we'll try to finish FA by the end of the month.