Macho Harem Paradise Project

Otherwise, this time is too fast.

There were ripples in the air, and Yangming Sakura appeared in Yangming Xiuyi's arms again.

"Sakura, doesn't this look better?"

"what···"

The sea surface lifted by the air currents was accompanied by white mist, emitting a faint, beautiful and strange glow. Under the moonlight, the mist could be visually observed even from a distance of more than ten kilometers.

Then, as the air current dissipated, the sea surface returned to calm again.

"What a nice view."

The little girl murmured, this was the most bizarre sight she had ever seen in her life, an almost miraculous manifestation of power seen with human eyes.

She was unfortunate. She was thrown to the Matou family by Toosaka Tokitoki and was about to live a miserable and dark life.

She was also lucky that when she needed help the most, Yang Ming Shuichi responded to her call for help.

Yang Ming Xiuyi doesn't care about the thoughts of the weak, but if there is someone in need of help within his visible range, he will lend a helping hand as much as possible.

If you ask why, the answer is just the same old story: he can't stand suffering.

Everyone should have his or her own destiny, and life should be free. If this freedom is violated or maliciously interfered with, Yangming Shuichi will take action.

That is a radical idea that is completely different from adhering to the law of the jungle where the strong prey on the weak.

"Go home and rest."

"Ah."

This battle was only a pre-war preview, and there was no real winner to be decided. It would be so boring if the grand Holy Grail War was ended so quickly by himself. And by that time, how could he cultivate feelings with the righteous Knight King?

There was also a lady with noble temperament beside the Knight King, although I forgot her name.

The Holy Grail War, which was originally thought to be boring, became interesting under these blooming bright flowers.

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?964 Joan of Arc?

After a not-so-difficult ideological struggle, Yang Ming Xiuyi gave up the idea of pursuing Gilgamesh's life breath and killing him directly. His goal for tonight had been achieved.

The first, of course, was to accompany his lovely Master to see the night view.

Second, show your strength to everyone.

Thirdly, the Knight King Altria was still injured according to the original plot, and her arm was damaged by the curse, which sealed her proud sword skills and treasures.

Only when you help someone in times of trouble can it be called helping; otherwise it is just self-admiration due to excessive self-consciousness.

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"Anyway, let's retreat first. Artoria, are you okay with your injuries?"

"That's fine, but..."

Looking at Irisviel's concerned face, Altria decided to tell the truth.

"If I don't tie the knot with Diarmuid, it might affect the battle with other Heroic Spirits."

Cursed Yellow Spear, the wound cannot be healed.

This was also the reason why this upright Knight King chose to evacuate as soon as he found that the barrier was destroyed. Without being able to use the Noble Phantasm, it was not a wise choice whether facing Gilgamesh who was obviously getting angry or Yang Ming Shuichi who could fight the Noble Phantasm head-on with just his fists.

She is just loyal to her chivalry, morality and discipline in her heart, but she is not stupid.

It's a losing war, so if it's not necessary, it's better to retreat first.

"I'm sorry, Altria. If my healing magic were stronger... maybe I could break this curse."

"That's the curse of the Heroic Spirit's Noble Phantasm, Irisviel. You've helped me enough."

"Compared to this... Irisviel, I think you should drive slower."

On the steep and narrow mountain road, Altria, who had taken off her skirt armor and turned back into a western suit, sat in the passenger seat, feeling that this woman, who obviously had a noble air, was so dangerous while driving.

The speed of the car had obviously exceeded the legal limit. Even if the Knight King had the riding skills, he could control modern transportation through the knowledge instilled in him when he was summoned to the modern era... But the situation was different now. He was a passenger and the driver was Irisviel.

"You...you drive better than I thought."

Even the Knight King had to admit that Irisviel's driving skills were quite impressive. She was able to perform various drifting maneuvers on such a dangerous road, bringing the car's capabilities to its fullest potential.

"Right! After all, I have received special training."

"Of all the toys that Mr. Emiya brought, this is my favorite!"

"Toys..."

“Inside the castle you can only circle the courtyard, it’s great to be able to move freely like this!”

"Irisviel! Stop the car!"

Following Altria's shocking cry, the girl who had never walked out of the castle stopped.

Then the headlights showed the person standing in front of their vehicle, looking quite strange.

A pair of protruding fish-shaped eyes made people feel uncomfortable. His smooth and young face, big eyes that were always moving flexibly, smooth cheeks, and brown face that matched him well made people think of Munch's paintings. His clothes were also very strange. He wore a wide robe on his slender body, and his clothes were decorated with a lot of luxurious precious metal jewelry.

The most important thing is the information that Altria obtained from her senses, that the other party should be a servant.

It's really bad, if someone takes advantage of me when I'm weak.

"Don't leave my side, Irisviel."

Since the other party dared to intercept him on the road, he must have been prepared. However, all the heroes should know about the battle just now at the port, even if they were not present.

It would be best if the other party has no intention of causing a conflict, but it would be best if the other party does.

A cold light flashed across the azure eyes.

The only Heroic Spirits that have not yet arrived are either the assassin or the magician. Judging from the way he is dressed, he should be a magician.

There is no reason for an assassin to appear in front of Altria, who is famous for her head-on combat. It would undoubtedly be a foolish choice to abandon his home turf hidden in the dark.

From this point of view, it would not be much different if the magician's real body appeared in front of him, but as a magician who could command magic positions, it was not ruled out that the other party had made some preparations.

When Altria got off the car, the strange man who appeared in front of the car knelt on one knee, a typical courtesy of a subordinate.

"I am here to greet you, Saint."

"Is he someone you know?"

Irisviel tilted her head. According to theory, the probability of summoning acquaintances from before birth during the Holy Grail War was low, but it was not completely impossible.

"I haven't seen him."

"How is it possible! Have you forgotten my face? It's me! Gilles de Rais! I pray for your resurrection and wait for the miracle of meeting you again! Joan of Arc!"

"I have never heard your name, and I have never used the name Jeanne d'Arc."

"Since you have already given me your real name, I will also tell you mine according to the etiquette of chivalry."

"My name is Altria, the King of Britain."

“Ahhhhhh!! This is too tragic! You’ve lost your memory and even your mind is disturbed!”

"Huh!? Someone actually came to disturb our sacred reunion! What on earth is..."

Gil, also known as Bluebeard, looked in amazement at the flames rushing towards him. With such intensity, he instantly realized that he was powerless to resist, so he made a decisive choice - to escape.

Heroic spirits can freely transfer and transform into particles and disappear. This guy's judgment of escaping was really quick. He had already released his magic power and escaped before he even saw me.

Tsk, time is running out. Even though I smell the blood on the other party, it will be troublesome to find him. I have to deal with the Knight King first.

He couldn't escape from such a heavy smell of blood, so he made arrangements and cleaned it up immediately.

"boom!!!"

The explosion caused by the flames illuminated the entire road. The Knight King had already put on his skirt armor. The road did not seem to be smooth, and visitors came one after another.

"Good evening, Altria. Compared to him, our reunion is more memorable, isn't it?"

"Yangming Shuichi?"

Isn’t the person in front of me one of the super-standard heroic spirits who just shined in the port battle?

Although he is a berserker, he does not show any signs of frenzy or insanity. He is even organized and can release a magician-like barrier. His attributes are terrifying. This guy claims to be a heroic spirit from another world and has no history at all.

"Put away your sword. You should know that you are no match for me in this situation."

The young man had already given Altria a lot of face.

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?965 That's too reasonable

Even if she was intact, she could never be his opponent.

Just taking care of the pride in her heart.

The Knight King stared at the other party deeply, with his hands in his trouser pockets. After fighting with Gilgamesh's sword of separation, there was no damage on his body after the battle, even the dust...

Decisive, or even reckless. Altria had just suffered a loss because of this, so she still held the holy sword hidden by the Wind King's barrier.

"Please explain your purpose first."

Seeing that the atmosphere was becoming tense, Irisviel wanted to speak up to break the deadlock.

Yang Mingxiu put his hands in his pockets and looked at the Knight King who was wary of him.

"Let's form an alliance."

"what?"

Irisviel thought she had heard it wrongly.

She looked at Altria in confusion and found that she had the same surprised expression as herself, which made her sure that she had not heard wrong.

Altria calmed down all her emotions and put aside the many complicated thoughts in her mind. At least the other party seemed to be able to communicate normally and had no intention of launching an attack.

"why?"

"Well...I really like your looks."

"Ah! It's a confession! Altria, we've been confessed to!"

"Irisviel, calm down first..."

To calm down the overly excited acting Master, Altria thought for a moment.

"But your ultimate goal is to win the Holy Grail War. After the winner of the war emerges, all the heroic spirits will return to Valhalla, and you are no exception."

"But I am an exception. Winning or not doesn't matter to me. If you really want the Holy Grail, I will give it to you when the time comes."

"what?"

Artoria was shocked once again.

This man, is he clear about what he is saying? That is a universal wishing machine, how come the words coming out of his mouth are just like candies bought at a convenience store on the roadside, and he even kindly asks the children on the roadside, do you want to eat it? If you want to eat it, I will give it to you...

"You heard me right. In fact, I don't have any goals that I need to wish for."

"I will naturally fight for what I want, and that will be the case in the future."

Altria suddenly thought of the key information that Yang Ming Shuichi mentioned when he revealed his origins.

"You are a living heroic spirit. In other words, you are a real living human being?"

"uh-huh."

After seeing Yang Ming's uncertain nod, Altria immediately began to think about the feasibility of this plan.

First of all, the other party must have shown enough sincerity. After all, she is now injured. It is not just bleeding, but her condition has seriously deteriorated. Her swordsmanship is sealed, and her treasure is sealed. Her strength is only 50% to 60% of what it was in her heyday.

A Heroic Spirit whose condition was severely damaged naturally could not provide much help in battle, and the battle in which Yang Ming Xiuyi just established his prestige in front of everyone also made people believe that he was not someone who needed allies very much.

In other words, I am not necessary to him, but he extends an olive branch to me under such circumstances, so the reason behind it is puzzling.

Could it be that it was really because of what he just said, that he just thought that he and Irisviel were good-looking, so...?

Altria looked up and examined the Berserker who was leaning against the fence of the mountain road and looking at her with a smile because he was a little bored.

"I need to ask my Master's opinion. Can you give us some time?"