If you dare to go-for-tat because others have not shown their strength, but once others show their strength, they lose the courage to play against them because their strength is inferior to that of their opponents! It can be said that this is something that should be saddened, and it is also the last taboo that martial artists should not commit. Qing smiled and looked at Archer not far away, if one day he would lose the courage to oppose because the enemy was strong and I was weak, then it was better to take the lead in self-judgment than to be killed by the opponent.

Qing stood indifferently in place, just after being knocked a few times by a snow painting and the Rider had already left with the two masters, as for the reason why Qing was still standing here, it was at most just to delay the time, so as not to cause Archer to rise up and pursue. However, Qing is not an act of sending him to death, after all, from being summoned all the way to the present, if the person in front of him does not release the sword in his hand, then Qing will not have a problem playing with him at all! Moreover, in the space of the present realm, even if it liberated that sword Qing, it would have about fifty percent confidence to avoid that attack! So if there is no absolute necessity to fight to the death, then it is absolutely impossible for him to leave Qing behind.

In the brief silence, Archer burst out laughing, and in the echo of laughter, the weapons on the bridge deck turned into golden particles and disappeared, leaving a scorched steel frame and asphalt floor. Artoria in the rear stood silently at the other end of the bridge, as if she did not want to intervene in the battle of others, and stood quietly from a distance. The incomprehensible laughter echoed and eventually returned to Archer's mouth.

Stopping laughing, the golden Archer glanced at Qing with his scarlet pupils, and then randomly turned around and slowly faded in the golden light. "Sure enough, it's getting more and more interesting~! Caster。 As a humble existence, I dare to challenge the majesty of this king, which is really bold, but as a tribute to my good mood, I will give you that opportunity! It would not even be a good idea to say that if you stand until the end, I will give you the Holy Grail without being missing. But before that, I will see if I can kill your old man~----------"

In this flirtatious tone, Archer eventually disappeared into the golden light. Qing closed his eyes and exhaled slowly, it can be said that Archer didn't listen to what Qing just said, but according to Archer's meaning, [If the final battle party can kill the existence of the other side, then he will kill both of them at the same time. Although it feels unrealistic to say that such arrogant words have no boundaries, Archer, as a top heroic spirit, has the strength------

Qingqing, who couldn't help but feel a little irritable in her heart, knocked on the asphalt ground under her feet with the black sword in her hand, and Qingqing, who should have left directly, couldn't help but have a desire to look back at her. Look at her thoughts about Archer's words, and see if she is still the same as before, pretending to have a cold face------ although she doesn't want to admit the current state of affairs, but the next time they meet, they can really only face each other. After a thousand years, Qing never imagined that he would meet again in this way.

Stopped tapping the ground with the sword in his hand, Qing finally decided not to look back at her who could still get along peacefully, but he couldn't just leave in silence, after all, the dead body was helpless, whether there would be a chance to reunite, maybe there would be a long wait after that. "Looks like this is the last chance we can have such a calm conversation, Leigh. Hehehe~ Please allow me to make a gesture that I can evacuate at any time. ”

Qing said with a smile, not very loud, but it was not difficult to turn into Artoria's ear. It's a pity that I waited quietly for a while, and no answer came. Smiling disapprehantly, Qing understood that she was standing at the other end of the bridge, and even her familiar breathing, calm watery breathing had not changed since the beginning of her understanding. It can be seen that she doesn't want to answer Qing's kind of greeting that has no nutrition at all.

"It's good that there's nothing to say. So, goodbye------" Deeply relieved, Qing put away the black sword in his hand and walked away without slowness. The sense of discontinuity from the causal line indicates that Rider has gone a long way, and if Qing doesn't catch up, then the causal line will not break Qing.

A long silence of "goodbye" came from behind. Qing, who had planned to hurry up, couldn't help but slow down. This sentence echoed in my mind like a reunion after a long absence, not cold, but also not as light as it once was. But that's enough! Qing curled the corners of her mouth, quickened her pace, and disappeared into the thick night in an instant. The feast that had been prepared was also dissolved again, leaving only one person on the bridge to stand for a long time-----

It didn't take much time, just a few minutes passed, and he relied on Qing's speed to catch up with Rider who was the first to leave. And in less than a few minutes, the Rider who originally looked covered in bruises has almost healed, and there are surging magic fluctuations flowing on his body, if you don't look carefully, it's really hard to find out in his body that he has just experienced a desperate battle, but these alone don't mean that Rider's condition is very good.

"Oh! Oh! ~~ Came back alive! I'm really alive and back~!! As soon as they met, a piece of snow painting screamed and ran in front of Qing, raising Qing's hand for a while, and knocking on Qing's armor for a while to see if it was empty. Being able to be as present as now, Qing's mood is not bad, so he lets his master mess around so casually, although Qing wants to bang and knock her, and ask her what the death in her tone means.

But there is still something serious in front of him, and Qing has no time to ask the woman in front of him if she is in such a mood and makes such a joke or something. Rider, who saw Qing's return, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and sat down on the flower bed next to the road as if he was a little tired. Without waiting for Rider to speak, when he looked up, Qing was already standing in front of him.

"All the spells of the three strokes have been used up?" Without superfluous nonsense, Qing asked bluntly. Qing inadvertently glanced at it when he set off, but he didn't expect it to be in such a situation.