Chapitre 29: Chapter 29 The sound rings again
"Damn it! This is such a shame and a disgrace." As he walked away from the ruins of the Hyatt Regency Hotel, Kenneth looked at the dust and wounds all over himself and could not help but gnashed his teeth and muttered to himself in a low voice.
As the Lord of the Clock Tower, this was the first time he encountered such a gaffe and embarrassing situation.
"Master?"
Siegfried, who was following behind, heard his Master's vague whispers and asked with some confusion.
"I'm fine." Kenneth, whose forehead was covered with angry veins, barely restrained his intense emotions, calmed his mind and said slowly, "How are your injuries now? Will they affect the next battle?"
" It shouldn't have much impact. My Noble Phantasm, the Blood Armor of the Dragon, has not been completely broken through." Siegfried first felt his physical condition, and then couldn't help but apologize: "I'm really sorry, Master. , I still didn't completely block the arrow in the end."
"No, that's not your problem, Saber, you did a good job this time and successfully saved my life."
Knowing that his Servant's condition is not bad, Kenneth's expression relaxed slightly at first, and then he said calmly.
"——"
[It seems like we should find a new base next]
After a moment of silence, Kenneth began to slowly plan.
"Damn guy." At this time, Kenneth Elmloy Archibalud, who remembered that all his previous preparations had been turned to ashes, swore in his heart: "No matter which damn guy it is, I will definitely make him pay for whatever the Master and Servant did."
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No one or thing can stop him.
Yes, no one can stop that man -
the warriors fought against that man's army in order to protect the motherland and people behind them, but... they could not stop the other party no matter what.
The enemy's firm belief and high morale that seemed to never retreat frightened them.
It is obvious that they are neither for gods nor beliefs, nor are they called by any righteousness, but just for the desire of a tyrant to conquer, but why do these soldiers have such morale and such strong fighting spirit?
Those who were enemies of that man were puzzled.
"What I want is not your country. I will continue to move toward the east."
In front of the surrenders of the Persian Empire, the man said: "My goal is the end of the world."
Regarding such foolish words, Naturally, no one would believe it, and they would just treat it as an excuse for him to hide his true intentions.
But that man actually returned the occupied land to the local nobles, and continued to advance eastward with his army, leaving here.
The defeated generals stared blankly at his leaving figure before they finally understood.
——Not a word of that tyrant's mouth was empty words or lies.
He was just moving eastward - just for this empty goal and stupid reason, he abandoned everything he had and how miserable the soldiers who followed that man were.
At first they thought of this and felt sad and angry for the soldiers who followed him, but soon, they began to look forward to it at some point.
What is behind that mountain?
What is it on the other side of the sky?
Isn't it the dream of all teenagers to explore the unknown world?
——In fact, that guy is just a person who frankly pursues his dream.
The men who understood this picked up the weapons that had fallen to the ground, regained their inner courage and hope, and followed the man spontaneously.
Keep moving towards the east, keep moving towards the east.
Across mountains and deserts, across oceans and valleys.
Although some people continue to fall behind along the way, who can stop the men's dreams.
Unknowingly, those heroes who had been defeated, defeated generals, and kings who had lost their thrones also came together side by side with the same light in their eyes as that man.
"Move towards the end of the world!!"
The men shouted so enthusiastically.
The dream ended abruptly.
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The Sunday morning in Fuyuki City is noisy. Even on this day that should be rested, people are still very enthusiastic and diligent. It is only early in the morning, and all kinds of noisy sounds are already coming from the shopping street. Came faintly.
On such an early morning, Waver Velvet was wandering around the shopping district with his servant Iskadar.
"So, what on earth are you doing out so early in the morning! Rider!"
Looking at his servant, Weber asked with some confusion.
"I'll take you out to change your mood, and what's wrong if you don't do some exercise in the morning?"
Iskandar stretched his tall body and replied casually.
"...Um."
To be honest, Weber, who had witnessed the intensity of the Holy Grail War before, was indeed a little depressed, and he finally had the real feeling that he was fighting a life-threatening battle.
But now, he is still more concerned about the dream he had yesterday.
The incomparable passion still remained in his heart, and the inspiring slogan seemed to echo in his ears.
Walking through cities, villages, plains, and forests, talking and laughing loudly, living a difficult and interesting life.
Weber seemed to have experienced that adventure all over again. Just thinking about it made him feel sore at the tip of his nose and he missed it so much.
"Hey, my dear little Aster."
Iskandar's words brought Weber back to his senses.
"Okay! Okay! I get it." Seeing the Conqueror's eyes focused on the surrounding game stores, snack shops, and toy stores, Weber knew what he wanted to do, and he couldn't help but twitching at the corner of his mouth. Putting the thick wallet in the hand of the Conqueror King: "In short, just don't go out of the shopping street. It's daytime now. If you meet other servants, don't start a fight easily. It's best to inform me here first." ."
"Yeah! Yeah!"
One look at Rider's look and it was clear that he was probably not listening carefully. Weber could only give the last uneasy warning: "You are not allowed to eat the Overlord meal, and you are not allowed to steal anything. What you want costs money. Money to buy."
"Don't worry!" Iskandar, who didn't know if he took his words to heart, waved his hand casually, and then disappeared into the noisy crowd.
Hopefully... it should be fine.
Weber looked at the disappearing figure and sighed helplessly.
Then he started wandering around. Of course, Fuyuki City, which could only be described as a small town compared to his old capital London, had nothing that particularly interested him.
Finally, just as Weber was about to walk into a bookstore, he heard a familiar voice coming from behind him. ......
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(End of this chapter)
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