At the thought that he might be summoned by such a catalyst in the future, this Heroic Spirit couldn't help but feel a bit of a headache. There were many who had hated him in the past, and many who had wanted to see him make a fool of himself. If one day he was summoned together with those people, and they learned that his catalyst was this thing...
Sigh...
"Archer, you just said you are a symbol of possibility, right? Then does this mean I can get the discounted eggs today, right?"
The young lady in the red windbreaker turned her head to look at the Heroic Spirit standing in front of the catalyst, frowning. After thinking for a moment, she asked the question she wanted to ask. And this question directly made the tall Heroic Spirit stunned. The Heroic Spirit dug his ear, seriously doubting if he had heard wrong.
"I say, Master... what did you just say?"
The young lady in the red windbreaker raised an eyebrow, her arms crossed. A bold expression without the slightest hint of shyness appeared on her face. Everything she did was to save money. As long as she could save money, what was face? She couldn't just live her life and have no money, just to be praised by others for having face. The most important thing was to live!
"I said, as a man who is the spokesman for possibility, you should be able to easily snatch the discounted eggs, right?"
The tall Heroic Spirit thought for a moment, then took a cigar from his waist. He lit the cigar with magical energy, took a deep drag, and then slowly exhaled a puff of smoke. Finally, the expression on his face was full of melancholy. "I say, Master... let me confirm again. The purpose of you summoning me should be the Holy Grail War, and not for discounted eggs, right?"
The young lady in the red windbreaker nodded.
Only then did the tall Heroic Spirit breathe a sigh of relief. Just now, there was even a moment when he felt that there was definitely something wrong with this world. This team of contestants was definitely done for. But now, it seemed that as long as the Master still remembered her original purpose, there shouldn't be a problem.
With a sigh, he extinguished the cigar in his hand. The tall Heroic Spirit patted his own chest, indicating that he would take care of the matter of snatching the special-price eggs. He was, as expected, not good at refusing a beautiful lady.
He's probably the first Heroic Spirit to follow his Master to a supermarket to snatch discounted eggs.
On the other side, in Great Britain, the witch with a black veil on her face found a ley line. She drew a summoning circle on the ground with magical energy, and then placed the grave dirt she had taken from King Arthur's tomb on it. She then began to silently conduct the Heroic Spirit summoning.
The witch was actually not too worried that she would summon someone else. After all, to some extent, she herself could also be considered a catalyst. After all, she was an existence that was entangled with that person.
"I announce!
Thy self is under me, my fate is in thy sword.
In accordance with the resort of the Holy Grail, if thou abidest by this will and this reason, then answer.
I hereby swear.
I shall be all the good of the world, I shall have vanquished all the evil of the world!
With the bonds of this body, with this bloodline as my guide,
Across 1500 years, under the guidance of the island's power,
Let us be reunited here.
Thou, seventh heaven, clad in the three great words of power,
Come forth from the ring of deterrence, O guardian of the balance!"
Because she had set up a barrier around the area early on, the witch was not too worried that the light and magical energy fluctuations here would be detected by other magi. What's more, so what if she was discovered? She was the great witch of this island, an existence that, strictly speaking, could control the entire island. If the Clock Tower dared to find trouble with her... then let the Clock Tower find a new master, if it still wanted to be located on this Isle of Britain.
As the light of the summoning circle grew brighter and brighter, a figure also appeared in the summoning circle. Looking at the form of the person who was gradually appearing in the summoning circle, this witch narrowed her eyes. No matter how she looked at it, this looked especially like the Artoria of that world, whom she had seen in that glimpse hundreds of years ago.
No... the one I saw back then was not my little sister. The one I saw back then was the Goddess Rhongomyniad. Could it be that I summoned that goddess? Or is it my little sister, who was not completely assimilated by that holy spear?
"I shall answer you. I am your Servant, Lancer. The one who, by the spear at the farthest ends, will become your strength... It has truly been a long time, Your Majesty, my sister."
The Heroic Spirit on the white horse had a smile on her face. Her green eyes held a hint of gentleness and also an unimaginable tolerance. Clearly, although this King knew that the witch before her was one of the masterminds behind the destruction of Great Britain, she still chose to be tolerant. Most importantly, her in this form was still somewhat different from her with the holy sword in hand.
At the very least, with the power brought by the Holy Spear, and with a different mentality, turning her head to look at her own past again, the current King, of course, knew that her own past was, to some extent, an arranged fate.
Of course, what surprised her the most was that the one who had summoned her was actually this witch before her. This was a very strange feeling. Especially in the eyes of this witch, after she saw that only calmness was left, how should she put it? Originally, she had thought that she and the witch before her were incompatible, because they would only deny each other... But now it seemed that in these long years, her own sister had also changed.
Of course, in reality, it wasn't that she had changed, but that she had returned to normal.
And looking at the Heroic Spirit before her, the witch with the black veil first looked down at her own figure, then looked up at the Heroic Spirit before her. A complicated expression flashed in her plain eyes. In fact, as early as when she had seen that goddess, she had had some thoughts. It was just that she had thought it was just the fault of divinity. After all, which goddess didn't have breasts?
But now it seemed that was clearly not the case.
To some extent, they were sisters, right? In terms of appearance, they were so similar. In terms of identity, they also had similarities. Then why did it seem that in terms of figure, there was a bit of a problem?
"Nice figure."
The Heroic Spirit holding the Holy Spear had a smile on her face. "This is what I look like after I've grown up. Speaking of which, Your Majesty, my sister, you haven't seen me in this form before, have you?"
After hearing such an answer, the witch narrowed her eyes slightly. Is my little sister doing this on purpose? Or does she really just think that I am praising her?
Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the witch's face. The smile carried a hint of mischievousness. "I have not been in the world for a long time. So for our upcoming battles and life, Artoria, before we head to the Far East, go and work for a few days."