Lancer Class, First Warrior of the Knights of Fianna, Ireland's Child of Light, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne.
An undisguised, sharp aura surged into the sky, originating from him.
Without any boundary to conceal it, that magical energy was like a lighthouse in the dark night, arrogantly signaling a provocation to every Servant in the city.
"How exciting. I wonder which hero will come to meet me tonight."
Lancer had a confident smile on his lips as his gaze scanned the surrounding darkness.
Just then, the roar of an engine approached from the distance, breaking the deathly silence of the harbor.
Then, a silver Mercedes-Benz, like a bolt of silver lightning, burst into the clearing of the warehouse district.
Screeech—!
With an incredibly beautiful drift and brake, the vehicle came to a steady stop dozens of meters away from Lancer, showcasing the driver's superb skills.
Amidst the blue smoke rising from the friction of the tires on the concrete, the car door opened, and Saber was the first to step out.
Her black suit made her look heroic and valiant, her golden ponytail fluttering in the sea breeze.
Her expression was cold and stern, possessing the regal aura of a long-standing monarch that made people afraid to look her in the eye even without her armor.
"Oh?" Lancer's eyes lit up, and he let out a whistle. "I didn't expect the first to arrive would be such a beautiful lady."
"This chilling fighting spirit... are you of the Saber Class?"
Saber ignored his flippancy, straightened her back, and walked toward Lancer with a sharp edge like an unsheathed sword.
Every step she took made the concrete crack, the hem of her suit snapping in the wind as her aura fully unleashed.
She stared coldly at Lancer and said, "Since you emitted such an aura to lure me here, you must be prepared, Lancer."
Saber's voice was clear, cold, and majestic—the bearing of a king.
"Of course." Lancer elegantly spun his twin spears. "To respond to my rude invitation, you truly possess remarkable courage."
"Though I do not know which hero you are, it is my honor to fight you."
The momentum of the two clashed in the air, their invisible magical energy stirring up gusts of wind.
Lancer's gaze shifted to the rear car door that had just opened, a smile of admiration touching his lips. "I didn't expect Saber's master to be so bold as to come directly to the front line of the battlefield."
However, in the next second, his expression froze.
Crunch, crunch...
A rhythmic, crisp sound of chewing sounded particularly out of place in the quiet harbor, instantly shattering the epic opening of chivalrous spirit.
Both of them turned simultaneously toward the source of the sound.
They saw Hansen slowly climbing out of the back seat, reaching out quite gentlemanly to help Irisviel out of the car.
Then, he didn't hide behind his Servant like a traditional master, nor did he strike any combat stance.
He turned to open the trunk and pulled out... two large bags of snacks, several bottles of soda, and even a folding picnic mat?!
Lancer:???
Saber: "..."
"Oh, you guys go ahead and fight, don't mind me."
Hansen carried the snacks and picnic bag in one hand while holding Irisviel with the other.
With a light tap of his toes, he leaped weightlessly onto the top of a nearby towering shipping container.
He spread the mat out on top and even thoughtfully poured a cup of hot tea for Irisviel.
"Come, Madam, the view here is good; it's a VIP seat," Hansen greeted.
Irisviel blinked. Although she felt something was off, she still sat down obediently, holding the hot tea. "Thank you, Mr. Han Sen always manages to surprise me... but, is this really okay?"
"What's wrong with it?" Hansen tore open a bag of potato chips and began eating with a crunching sound that echoed through the empty warehouse street. "Saber, what are you standing there for? Get him!"
Below, two veins popped on Saber's forehead, and her exquisite, beautiful face twitched violently.
"Ruler..." The young king's hand holding the Invisible Sword trembled slightly. "This is a battlefield! Not a place for a picnic!"
"Don't worry, I'll protect the Madam." Hansen waved his hand, cheering Saber on with a mouthful of food. "Good luck! If you lose, don't come crying to me for Mana Transfer."
"..."
Hearing this, a blush instantly rushed to Saber's cheeks, and she stumbled, the momentum she had built up nearly collapsing entirely.
At this moment, she really wanted to turn around and give that potato-chip-eating bastard a taste of her sword.
But the Lancer before her clearly wouldn't give her that chance.
Of course, the Lancer opposite her was also completely bewildered.
As a hero projected from history, he had participated in countless battles and seen all sorts of lords.
Some hid in the shadows, devious and cunning; some charged at the front, brave and fearless.
But someone like this, bringing his wife—at least it looked that way—to sit on a container and watch the show while eating snacks... this was far too disrespectful to a sacred duel!
"Are you kidding me..."
In the shadows atop a warehouse, Lancer's master, Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald, was currently gripping the railing so hard his knuckles turned white.
His face, usually full of arrogance, was now filled with utter disbelief.
"These country bumpkins, what do they think the Holy Grail War is? Playing house?!"
"The Einzbern homunculus, and that nonsensical barbarian..."
Kayneth felt immensely insulted.
He was a first-class lecturer at the Clock Tower and the head of the prestigious Archibald Family.
For this war, he had prepared countless Mystic Codes and meticulously planned every tactic.
And yet, his opponent was hosting a tea party on the battlefield?
"Lancer!"
Kayneth spoke through magical transmission, his voice so dark it could drip water. "Stop testing her. Kill that Saber for me!"
"Yes, my lord."
Lancer took a deep breath, his warrior's pride allowing him to quickly adjust his state. "Though your master seems very... unique, since you are here, then let us fight!"
"Just what I wanted!" Saber took a deep breath, forcing herself to ignore the "crunch, crunch" sounds coming from above.
Golden radiance converged on her body, and her black suit was instantly replaced by silver-blue armor.
An Invisible Sword appeared in her hand, and a gale suddenly rose!
Clang—!!!!
The collision of spear and sword sent sparks flying everywhere!
The figures of Saber and Lancer shuttled at high speed between the containers, every clash accompanied by a boom like thunder!
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