In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

“I can’t just throw her out, can I?” Yanan shrugged helplessly.

Speechless for a moment, Nidhogg could only let out a soft hum, cross his arms, and walk to the balcony.

Yanan followed behind her, his arms encircling her slender waist, his lips gently close to her delicate ear: "What? Jealous?"

“What do you think?” Nidhogg rolled his eyes. “This woman has been staring at you the whole way; she’s obviously interested in you.”

That's because of the [Savior] within me... Anan shook his head helplessly, about to explain, when a wicked thought suddenly surfaced in his mind.

He leaned close to Nidhogg's ear and whispered, "Didn't you once say that I am the king, and it wouldn't matter if I married a few more women?"

Upon hearing this, Nidhogg's eyes darted around, and he stammered, "Well...it was because I wanted to have a child for you, but now, little Mordred has already been born, and Al and Morgan are still waiting for you..."

At this point, Nidhogg seemed to realize something, and suddenly turned around, his eyes wide: "You wouldn't happen to... just because that country girl looks exactly like Al and Morgan..."

boom!

Before she could finish speaking, Yanan tapped her on the forehead in an annoyed tone: "Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

Nidhogg rubbed his forehead, and said in a low, aggrieved voice, "I was just worried..."

Yanan's eye twitched slightly. He really didn't know what Nidhogg had gone through in human society all these years, that he had even started to learn to act cute.

The once ignorant and naive black dragon is now becoming more and more feminine.

Upon realizing this, Yanan felt as if something was awakening deep within his heart, and his eyes grew increasingly fervent.

Nidhogg immediately noticed Yanan's change, and his face turned slightly pale.

"Um, I just remembered you haven't eaten anything today, have you? The restaurants should still be open, I'll go get you something..."

She turned to leave, but Yanan suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her backward. Nidhogg lost her balance and fell into a warm, broad embrace.

"Wait, wait a minute, we're only here during the day..."

However, before she could continue speaking, Yanan leaned down and cut her off.

The familiar scent filled his nostrils, and Nidhogg's body went limp. His mind went blank, as if filled with mush, and his star-like eyes became slightly hazy, as if moistened like a deer in the forest.

"Oh well, what a nemesis..." she sighed inwardly, no longer resisting. Her arms naturally wrapped around Yanan's neck, skillfully responding to his demands.

Just as the two were about to get into a passionate encounter, an unfamiliar aura suddenly swept by, instantly snapping them out of their erotic reverie. Their eyes sharpened like those of a hawk, and they both looked in the direction from which the aura came.

Under the cold moonlight, a towering figure stood atop the pavilion, exuding a wild, beast-like aura, yet his eyes remained as calm and undisturbed as a lake deep in the jungle.

As Anarn's summoned creature, Nidhogg naturally received information about the Holy Grail War just like him. Coupled with Anarn's explanations along the way, she recognized his identity immediately.

Archer the Black, the great Greek hero, the demigod Hercules.

Sensing the aura emanating from the other party, Nidhogg's eyes unconsciously showed a hint of caution. Although she didn't know much about Greek mythology, she could tell at a glance that this was definitely a terrifying guy, and she vaguely felt the same way she did when she faced Thor.

As the saying goes, a dark and windy night is a night for murder. People who come to see others at night are usually not here for anything good. But Archer's aura was very calm, and he could not detect any murderous intent or fighting spirit. This made Nidhogg a little confused about the other party's intentions.

Just then, a hand patted her shoulder. She turned her head instinctively and saw Yanan smiling at her, saying, "He's here to see me. You go inside and rest. I'll be right back."

Nidhogg frowned slightly, glanced at the silent Archer, then at her lover, and after a moment of silence, she finally nodded: "Then be careful, and call me immediately if anything happens."

She is Yanan's summoned creature; as long as the distance is not greater than a certain range, she can instantly teleport to the other party's side.

"Don't worry, I'm not so easy to handle." Yanan smiled. Even without Nidhogg by his side, it was hard to say who would win in a one-on-one fight between him and Hercules.

With that, he leaped up toward the top of the castle, Archer silently following behind him. The two of them, one in front and one behind, soon disappeared from Nidhogg's sight.

There was a small platform on the top floor of the castle. Anan and Archer landed here one after the other. This was one of the few places in the Thousand Trees Castle that was not covered by magical reconnaissance spells, which was perfect for discussing some secret topics.

"You're here because of what happened during the day, aren't you?" Anahn said before Archer could speak.

Arcehr nodded: "I thought about it when I got back, and what you said back then did make sense."

This statement may seem a bit strange at first glance, but the truth is actually quite simple.

Earlier in the incubation room, Yanan took the opportunity of treating the homunculi to get close to Archer and then whispered a few words to him.

The first sentence was: "Even if you save him now, what happens after you leave?"

They are, after all, Heroic Spirits. Once the Holy Grail War ends, they will be forced to return to the Throne of Heroes. Even if Archer can save that homunculus now, he will still face the possibility of being purged by the Yggdrasil clan later. Furthermore, if the Mage's Association finds out that a homunculus has developed its own consciousness, it will definitely become extremely interested, and he will still find it difficult to move forward.

It was precisely because Archer was aware of this that he stood by and watched Gordes take the androids away without any obstruction.

Vlad III thought Archer was hesitant to act because of Anahn's presence, but little did he know that for this great Greek hero, there were only things he wanted to do, not things he was afraid to do.

If he were truly a hesitant person, he wouldn't have accomplished so many incredible challenges.

"You have a way to save that homunculus, right?" Archer looked at Anahn seriously. If not, Anahn wouldn't have needed to say those things to him in the first place.

It's so easy to talk to smart people... Anan smiled slightly: "Don't worry, from now on, you don't need to do anything, that android will be saved naturally."

Archer frowned slightly, somewhat puzzled by the other party's meaning.

“Magicians are all ruthless and cold-blooded people who will stop at nothing to achieve their goals. They are worse than scum.” After a pause, Yanan suddenly said meaningfully, “However, sometimes, some extraordinary heretics will emerge.”

As if he understood something, Archer nodded thoughtfully.

"There's one more thing. Was what you said back then true?"

Archer was referring to the second sentence Ananon said: "Even if you do save him, he won't live much longer."

"Whether it's true or false, don't you already have the answer in your heart?" Yanan said casually. He didn't believe that Archer had come to see him so late just to find a suitable time.

Archer fell silent. Just as Yanan had guessed, he had actually confirmed this with his Master, Fiore.

These artificial humans, which act as energy recharge batteries, were not designed with physical capabilities in mind, because they would typically be exhausted within a few months. Although that particular artificial human managed to escape, it was still limited by its physical condition and could not live for more than a few years.

“You have a way to keep that android alive,” Archer said confidently, staring at Anahn.

Yanan nodded without hesitation, without denying it.

"I can save that android, but you have to agree to one condition."

Archer narrowed his eyes slightly: "What are the conditions?"

Anan extended his palm toward Archer:

"Form an alliance."

......

......

I created life...

Looking at the android lying on the bed, Gordes fell silent.

"Damn it! What have I done?!"

After a while, he started frantically grabbing his hair, then sat down helplessly in the chair, looking up at the ceiling.

The artificial humans are not human at all; they are merely props cultivated from certain materials. He can create as many of these props as he wants, just like the stone bricks used to build a castle.

But now, one of the stone bricks has changed, and the whole castle has begun to shake.

Please don't kill me.

Even though nothing like this had ever happened before, and even though the androids didn't even understand what death was, at that moment, he undoubtedly saw a longing for life in those eyes.

No one can guarantee that this was not an accident, but if we think about it more broadly, is there a possibility that other androids might also experience such an accident? Perhaps it's just that a certain factor hasn't been met yet, or that they haven't realized something yet.

Gold's artificial human technology comes from the Einzbern family of Germany, a long-standing and historically significant family of magicians, who are even rumored to have some connection with the legendary Third Magician.

The Einzbern family was most skilled in alchemy and artificial humans, especially their artificial human technology, which was renowned throughout the magic world, with some even praising it as indistinguishable from real people.

It was exactly like a real person... Gold looked at his hands. Could this be the reason why that android had developed its own consciousness?

After a long silence, he patted his chubby face, took a deep breath, walked to the bedside, looked at the android lying on the bed with a complicated expression, and then placed his hand on the android's heart.

A pale green light shone forth, and under the healing magic, the android's complexion improved at a visible speed.

After doing all this, Gold sat down in a chair, looking completely exhausted, and gave a self-deprecating laugh: "I looked like a ridiculous clown."

“No, Master, you are a great man.” Siegfried, who had witnessed the whole thing, appeared beside him, a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth revealing his good mood.

“Great?” Gold grinned. “Compared to you, the great hero who saved countless lives, what greatness do I amount to?”

“Although I have saved countless people, it was not out of my own will. It was only because they prayed to me that I responded to them, regardless of good or evil, right or wrong,” Siegfried said softly.

Gold was slightly taken aback. He finally understood what Saber meant when she said, "I have no wish. My only wish is to fulfill your wish."

“But Master, you are different. You truly know what you want, what justice is, and how to uphold it.” Siegfried looked at the homunculus on the bed. “This is exactly what I have been pursuing.”

"Wha...what justice?" Gold blushed and protested, "I only treated him because Lacner asked me to take good care of him. Don't get the wrong idea!"

"Yes, I know," Siegfried said, a smile still playing on his lips.

"Damn it! Don't laugh!"

Chapter Eleven: The Red Team Meets

In a war, in addition to manpower and command, strongholds are also an important strategic element. Especially for Caster, who has the ability to create positions, a good base can allow them to exert more than 100% of their strength.

In this Holy Grail War in Romania, the Yggdrasil clan undoubtedly chose their long-established stronghold, Torifas, as their base. Although the Mage's Association was forced to fight, their strong foundation allowed them to quickly prepare and bring Sighisoara under their control.

Sighisoara is a city that emerged in the 12th century due to the Saxon invasion. Even across Europe, it's difficult to find a city that retains so many medieval European characteristics. This city is the closest to Triphass, situated on a border where the Yggdrasil race and their Servants wouldn't detect its presence. Using it as a base was indeed a wise choice.

Since the start of the Holy Grail War, the Mage's Association has been continuously sending magicians to Sighshwara. Their main responsibility is to provide information and resources to the Reds, since against Servants, no matter how many of them go up, they will only be cannon fodder.

At 8:50 a.m., a middle-aged man with sunglasses, a black jacket, a deep scar on his cheek, and a strong, muscular build appeared at the foot of Mount Sighishwara. He looked up at the church at the top of the mountain and then began to walk up the 172 steps one by one.

The magicians hiding in the shadows noticed the man's presence immediately, but after scanning his appearance, they quietly withdrew their gaze.

The man seemed oblivious to everything, strolling leisurely toward the church, his relaxed demeanor resembling that of a tourist visiting from out of town.

"As expected of the Mage's Association, they've managed to keep this place perfectly under control. If we wanted to break through from the front, we'd need at least fifty open-rank magicians," Lion's Robbery remarked.

"Tch, with this level of defense, a mere squad of knights from Camelot could easily break through." A disdainful voice came from the void, belonging to Mordred, the rebellious knight summoned by Lion's Claw, who appeared in the world as a Saber.

Since arriving in Romania yesterday, Shiki has successfully obtained the qualification of a Master. Then, without stopping, he found a ley line node and performed the summoning ritual using the fragment of the round table.

It's unclear whether it was due to the necromancer's compatibility, but none of the righteous Knights of the Round Table responded to his summons, resulting in Mordred, the rebellious knight who had defied King Arthur, being the one who finally appeared.

However, despite this, Lion's Claw had no complaints. After all, although this rebellious knight had a bad reputation, her strength was undeniable. As an heir to King Arthur's bloodline, she was truly one of the top "Saber" Servants.

After spending a day together, Lion's Robbery had a pretty good grasp of this rebellious knight's temperament. In general, as long as you keep the following points in mind, you can get along with her quite well.

First, don't treat her like a man, and don't treat her like a woman either.

Secondly, you must not speak ill of King Arthur in front of her, nor can you praise him.