"Alice Phil! Are you okay!? The knight with the golden sword in his hand ran quickly in front of the silver-haired woman, his silver armor emitting a familiar rhythm as he ran, and the slightly worried face narrated the worry she had been depositing for a long time.

Qing looked at Artoria who suddenly came, and slowly put down the posture in her hand, and Qing didn't understand why she was looking for this place from beginning to end. From the beginning to the end, Qing Zai did not slack off in the review and observation of this site, but all the concerns have become true.

"Well, I'm fine, Saber. Neither was hurt by Lord Caster, nor did he do anything to embarrass me. ”

The silver-haired woman smiled softly, letting Artoria grab her hand without any concern. However, she mentioned Qing, and her words couldn't help but make Qing stunned, not so much that she pointed out that Qing was still beside her, but that she was pleading for Qing. Maybe it's because she knows about the grievances between Qing and Artoria, and now Qing has no ability to resist at all.

"Looks like you've been found by you, Artoria------" Before Qing could finish his words, the golden sword was already on the side of Qing's neck! Qing couldn't see how Artoria suddenly swooped in front of him, and he couldn't even see the trajectory of his sword. Losing his strength, whether it is physical strength or insight, he only has the ability to be no different from ordinary people.

"You're not going to kill me right away, are you?" Qing slightly hooked the corners of her mouth, just like when she was alive, without any worries, just a faint smile. With that blow, Qing could guarantee that her neck would be cut off by the sword, but Artoria stopped the swing as if she had put the sword on the edge of Qing's neck.

Although Qing couldn't see the trajectory of the blade clearly, Qing could feel the killing intent before the blade stopped! These are not intuitions that can be concealed casually, otherwise Qing would not be able to smile warmly like now.

"Where's your sword?" Artoria swept Qing's hands, Qing's life was now held in her hands, but in her consciousness, Qing had enough time to respond, but not only did these not appear, Artoria's sword would not be so easily on Qing's neck!

"Thank you for not killing me, Artoria, but unfortunately I won't and can't fight back against you this time." Qing smiled shallowly, looking at Artoria's holy green eyes, the doubt in her eyes still did not dissipate, this is her advantage and a disadvantage. She had never lied to Qing, and even the subconscious movements of her body had not changed.

"Your sword is still so sharp, and this is the first time in my life that I have seen this holy sword so closely. Noble, proud, and the golden light will be unforgettable for a lifetime no matter where you see it. Qing looked at the golden sword on the side of his neck, but unfortunately Qing never thought that this sword would be on the side of his neck.

The breeze missed between the two, causing Qing's black hair, which was already scattered and unrestrained, to be picked up by the breeze, but the breeze also seemed to drive the sword in Artoria's hand, and there was already red blood flowing down Qing's neck! Artoria frowned slightly, and moved the blade away from Qing's neck slightly, but not away.

"You should fight back, not stick your neck and wait for death. Don't be too happy too soon, I won't choose not to kill you because you don't have the ability to resist! Artoria pushed the blade forward again, but the blade was well controlled from the green neck, a hair's length away!

"Knights don't throw away their weapons, and obediently stick out their heads and people cut them off, Artoria. If I had fought back, it wouldn't be as peaceful as it is now, but unfortunately I can't. Qing didn't care, quietly staring into Artoria's eyes, without any emotion.

"Then you can fight me now! What about the backbone that you once regarded as a treasure and didn't dare to show weakness?! Being stared straight into Qing's eyes, Artoria turned her head slightly to avoid Qing's gaze, but in order to increase her momentum and become more threatening, she took a step closer to Qing, and the edge of the blade became sharper!

"The moment I chose to back down, maybe I had lost it------ in those last years of confusion, I never been able to find that kind of thing back-------" Qing laughed faintly, Artoria, who was shocked by Qing's abnormal behavior, also trembled at that moment, and Qing could feel the slow heat flow from where his neck began to slide down into his clothes!

The fragility of Qing's body couldn't help but make Artoria's eyes widen, but the blade of the sword was placed on Qing's neck, and Artoria's old-fashioned style made her not abandon the victory in front of her, otherwise Artoria would also be the way to win in the book!

The situation became tense because of a little bit of solemnity! Qing was not worried about the dehiscence of the wound. But it doesn't mean that his master will still remain calm because of Qing's injury.

She moved her body in less than a blink of an eye and rushed to the silver-haired woman's side, her right hand claw-like pinched the silver-haired woman's neck, although the silver-haired woman's arm smashed hard, smashing a snow painting, but unfortunately it only made the situation more urgent!

"Let go of my Servant, Knight of the Sword! If you don't, then I can't guarantee that she'll be in front of you! Ichijo Yukie shouted loudly, and the silver-haired woman who was not flustered was also dulled by Ichiyuki's actions!

She's struggling! She's serious! However, her strength is well controlled, at most it only makes people feel painful, and there is still a distance from threatening her life. Ichiyuki's eyes stared at Artoria, the decisiveness and determination in her gaze invisibly confirming her words.

Time passed minute by minute, because all three sides were in a state of extreme urgency, and no one noticed how long time had passed, maybe a long time, maybe less than a minute. Eventually, Artoria slowly removed the sword from Qing's neck, hanging her proud shoulders weakly, and the blade of the sword was weakly pointing towards the ground.

"Let go of Alice Phil-----" Artoria had not finished speaking, and Ichijo let go of her hands, and the already thin silver-haired woman fell to her knees and coughed tiredly, but although her face was pale from the lack of oxygen, it was only slightly deprived.