"Goodbye, Master who failed to summon a Servant!"
Seeing the blue-haired man about to attack, Yan Huan spread his hands, already too lazy to dodge.
Without a Servant, what was even the point of this Holy Grail War? He might as well withdraw and become a spectator, then watch March 7th fight.
Just as the red spear was about to pierce Yan Huan's chest, a fierce gust suddenly swept in.
"Hm?" Lancer hurriedly held his spear horizontally to the side, barely blocking the slash of a black-and-red sword.
In an instant, the black sword, brimming with violent power, sent Lancer flying several hundred meters.
"Tch... how could it be you!"
After landing, Lancer stared at the Servant in the black formal dress, his brow tightly furrowed.
"What a dreadful reunion..."
"Oh? You know me?"
The grayish-gold-haired girl held a dark sword in her hand, her golden eyes mockingly fixed on Lancer.
"Unfortunately, I have no recollection of an insignificant nobody like you."
"..." Staring at the sinister black aura around the girl, Lancer put away his spear and abandoned any intention to attack. He shouted to Yan Huan behind him:
"Count your blessings, kid. You hit the jackpot!"
Then, Lancer's body gradually turned transparent before vanishing from where he stood.
The girl slowly turned around, her icy gaze examining the dumbfounded Yan Huan as she said in a low voice:
"That troublesome insect is finally gone. Master, an attack of that level shouldn't have hurt you, should it?"
"Huh?" Yan Huan stared at the girl before him and could not help asking:
"Are you my Servant?"
"I suppose so." The girl glanced at her own body and said disdainfully:
"I can sense that there is a connection between us."
"Unless something unexpected happened, I am your Servant."
"Then which great