"---I'm sorry---- me! ---- --- failed to -----" In the black mist of Lingzi's light, the black knight Berserker disappeared. In the night, only Qing was left standing in place, looking at where the guy who couldn't even finish his words had stood. "A little earlier returns, a little less entanglement, and people who have died don't need to worry about what was in the past and what is now. At the end of the day, it's still not enough to practice------"

said a bunch of inexplicable words into the air, and Qing couldn't help but feel funny for a while. Turned around and jumped back to the big hole on the second floor, the sores all over the ground barely maintained the status quo under Qing's position, and even some of the large cracks cut by the blade could already look directly at the first floor from the second floor. Reaching out and slicing across the air at his side, a magic card appeared along the trail of his finger, but Qing didn't hold it and let it fall to the floor.

The technique unfolded, and the light blue light was unusually dense to form an unrestricted light that swept across the entire completely opened 'room'. Immediately after that, the powder began to return to its original place as if it were time flowing, but only a small part of the green card that was thrown on the ground evaporated and disappeared. The floor was thick enough to bear the weight of the house, but almost half of the sword scars were still the same.

Qing can restore the structure of the house without magic components, and the traces left by Qing infused with magic power to swing the sword Qing can not be restored, the violent magic residue makes it impossible for the magic to interfere with the original concept of that place, and Qing does not have so much magic power to consume in this place, and the reluctant recovery of the house will not collapse, Qing feels that these can be regarded as compensation, after all, most of them are the handiwork left by the Berserker guy, and Qing is indeed not that guy's opponent if you count the destruction.

Standing in front of the room where Qing was trying to avoid dragging the battle line to, the door was closed, Berserker had attacked this side several times, and Qing had used a huge amount of magic to knock it open, so that the room was completely unscathed, which was extremely abrupt in the entire tattered second floor. Taking a deep breath, Qing calmly knocked on the hardcover wooden door in front of him, and the sound of [knock knock] echoed throughout the second floor.

'Anyway, you're here to be funny!' Caster！ I was still bombing outside just now, and the next second I politely came over and knocked on the door to pretend to be Sven!! There was a roar from the side of the causal line, and seeing this, Qing couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but just such a small fluctuation of thoughts was noticed by the woman. 'Hey~~ You don't think I'm dead? It must be so, right?! Also, how can I be so uncomfortable! ’

Qing smiled faintly, pushed the door and entered the house, but when he saw the scene in the house, Qing's face couldn't help but darken. Bug residue, bug residue, green slime, green slime, green slime----- everywhere----。 Qing silently closed the door and exited the house, but it was possible that Qing closed the door a little quickly, so the woman's voice inside the house could not be heard out of the house. The things in the house that are called hunting, Qing admits that they are ten thousand times more disgusting than he said he had ever seen anything disgusting!

With his hands folded in front of his chest, Qing leaned against the wall, his gaze waiting without any attention. As soon as she entered the house, Qing saw her own lord at first glance, and the scene of naturally shielding the hunting in the house can be defined as she still has a good land, so Qing will not have any emotions against her will when she waits outside! After a while, the door opened, and a gloomy face walked out of the room, squinting at Qing who was leaning against the wall and doing nothing.

"Anyway, I ought to have a spell to lock you up in that kind of room for a few days, so that you can get a taste of what it's like to be afraid! Hey, hey, hey!! ~~" The woman walked in front of Qing with a sneer, dangling the three-stroke spell in her hand in front of Qing, and she couldn't help but be stunned when she saw this. Qing still remembers that she didn't have much will to fight, and this woman used a spell because of it. However, to Qing's complete surprise, she inexplicably and cleverly got a spell!

"How? ~~Well? Hey, hey, do you know you're scared? But I didn't expect you to be afraid of that kind of thing, it's a pity not to play and see how you react~~! The woman with a deep yin smile held her face with one hand, and her eyes were squinted, and ordinary people would shudder when they saw it, and when they saw how calm she could look at her, she showed her peace with a doubly calm face.

"Okay. There is no cooperation at all, and I have been busy for so long without a little encouragement! It is also pretending to be cold. But you succeeded. I took this spell from Yan Ye, and I won't describe the means that are a bit bloody or something, but it is somewhat guaranteed that he will not die as quickly as before. ----So, um~---- let's go. Ichijo looked at the room silently for a moment, then turned and walked down the stairs as he looked at the potholed room. But halfway through, she muttered in a low voice, 'Good looks are hateful---- or something, and there was no answer.

Walking out of the house, the starry sky seemed unusually bright, and before I knew it, it was late at night. A snow painting snorted and stretched out and walked back to the camp. But after taking a few steps, Qing suddenly remembered a person, that is, Rider who asked him to divert Artoria's attention, and Qing hurriedly stopped a snow painting walking in front. “Master！ Can you get Rider in contact now? How is he doing now? It may not be so easy for him to deal with Saber now! ”

"Oh." A snow painting walking in front continued, waving his hand disapprovingly, "You don't need to worry about that guy, but don't forget that he's a Rider!" Riding A's rank skill, even if it's picking up a bicycle on the ground, that guy can run faster than a car! He got rid of that old friend of yours not long ago, and I've arranged for him to camp and rest----"

A snow painting walked in front, and she stopped and stopped as she walked, turned around and looked Qing up and down with a scrutinizing gaze, "I said~ Why do I always think that your face has been weird since the beginning, and I look at your unconscious look---- so you are okay?" ---”