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The peaceful life was suddenly broken.

The shiny golden guy walked into the castle of the Einzbern family, familiar with the way, as if returning to his own home.

At first, his breath was very light, and almost no one noticed his arrival, but Mandrill immediately showed uneasiness.

He stood in front of Illya, looked at the door in a protective gesture, and happened to meet the man in front of the door.

The man raised his head, a flash of interest flashed in his eyes, and a big and arrogant smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Oh? Did you notice that?"

The scarlet pupils met Shangdiao's mask, and the man gave a "tsk".

"Miscellaneous repair, don't you even dare to show your face?"

The moment the voice fell, Mandrill rushed forward, reaching in front of the other party in an instant like the wind, and stabbed Pu Yuan with the killing intent of a storm.

However, accompanied by the clanging sound of weapons colliding, that golden glittering took out a sword from nowhere and blocked the attack of Mandrill.

However, it was not unscathed.

A strand of blond hair fell slowly, his scarlet animal pupils suddenly tightened, and in an instant, anger climbed up his face.

"How dare you!"

"Boom—" Accompanied by a loud noise, a wave of air gushed out from Jin Shining's body, pushing the mandrill far away. He raised his head, and the blond man's hair was lifted up. He was dressed in armor, shining brighter than before. And the dazzling golden light.

"How dare you hurt this king." The smile on his face disappeared, leaving only a cold killing intent, "Miscellaneous cultivator, are you ready to die?"

In an instant, ripples of golden light appeared behind him, and countless weapons emerged from the invisible space, aiming straight at Mandrill's direction.

Then, it shot out violently.

"Clang clang..."

It's like dense raindrops hitting the umbrella, but what intersects at this moment is between weapons, and Pu Yuan can't form a big "umbrella surface", and can only block these weapons by relying on speed.

Mandrill is good at attacking and fighting, and it is not his habit to blindly defend, so he found the gap, hugged Ilya, put her in a safe place, and then——

"Jing Yao Nuo Dance!"

Black air lingered around him, and he opened his hands. Although he couldn't see his expression wearing a mask, his pain was expressed through his limbs.

"Berserker!"

Illya yelled worriedly, and as if hearing her voice, Mandrill put his hand on her head.

It is appeasement.

Like...that snowy night.

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"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

Illya curled up and cried out in pain.

Summoning servants too early made it difficult for her magic circuit to support her, and the severe pain accompanied her all the time, making it unbearable for her.

Just as she was crying, a hand fell on her head.

It was her follower, Berserker. At this moment, he still retained his senses, but he was often reticent and rarely communicated with her.

But at this moment, Ilya just wanted to wave his hand away.

"Don't touch me!" she yelled, "whose fault do you think it is?"

Yi Liya raised her head, the afterglow of pain was still shining in her red eyes, and the tears on her face were still wet. She glared at Mandrill: "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be in such pain! I don't want to see you!"

Mandrill's hand paused slightly.

Under the moonlight, the young man's cold face was stained with a trace of bewilderment, perhaps a little sadness, but Ilya didn't care about it at that time.

She hated him to death.

Mandrill didn't say anything, just put down his hands, and then walked away quietly.

In the empty castle, she was the only one left.

Ilya curled up, she had just vented, why did she feel even more sad?

After a while, she heard footsteps.

Yi Liya raised her head, and saw a small teacup in front of her, with steam on it, obviously it had just been delivered, but she didn't see the person who brought the water.

Ah, because she just said—

"I don't want to see you"

Ilya lowered her head, buried her head between her arms, and whispered: "Idiot..."

"It hurts so much...how can I find the strength to drink water..."

After a long time, after the pain passed, Ilya raised her weak hand, picked up the teacup with great effort, and sipped it in small sips.

While disgustingly said: "Really, it's cold..."

On the other hand, he drank all the water.

--

Mandrill jumped into the air, and the wind surrounded him, making him jump even higher. He looked down at Gilgamesh who was standing on the ground, and raised it high with Puyuan.

"Miscellaneous repair, who allows you to stand on top of this king?"

In an instant, Gilgamesh felt a burst of anger, he raised his head, and countless weapons were aimed at the mandrill.

But Mandrill moved faster, and his falling attack from the sky brought huge wind and waves. Although Puyuan and Puyuan were blocked, the wind cut in other directions like a small blade.

After the attack, Gilgamesh had a small wound on his cheek, and bright red blood slowly flowed down.

He wiped his face, and his anger exploded like fire when he saw the blood on his hands.

"I wanted to play with you."

He sneered: "But you have angered me."

"Feel the wrath of the king!"

He opened his hands, and countless chains appeared, like a group of winding snakes, bit by bit squeezing the space where Mandrill was standing.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Ilya immediately shouted: "Berserker! Run away!"

However, her cry seemed to be a step too late, as countless chains wrapped around Mandrill's body, making it impossible for him to move forward.

Gilgamesh walked in front of Illya, and slowly stretched out his hand towards her. At that moment, Illya was almost taken away by fear.

However, in the next second, there was a loud noise from Mandrill's direction——

"boom--"

He didn't break free from the chain, but he still tried his best to run in the direction of Illya. The chain was tightened, and mottled bloodstains appeared on his body, but as if he didn't know the pain, he stretched towards Illya's direction. shot...

like...that day...

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The snow covered the ground, and Ilya walked alone. The cold made her limbs lose consciousness, and even the pain seemed to be separated by a layer of veil, so she couldn't feel it.

What is she going to do?

She can't remember.

Suddenly, a pack of wolves surrounded her.

Ilya raised her hand, but felt a dull pain in her magic circuit. She couldn't use magic, and the fear of death choked her throat.

Will she die?

Maybe it's better to be dead.

If you die, it won't hurt so much.

Thinking like this, Illya closed her eyes, waiting for death to come.

Yet death did not come.

The strong wind came down in front of her, splashing snowflakes all over the ground, and falling on Ilya's body, making a puffing sound.

She cautiously opened one eye and saw a figure from behind.

He was still dressed like that, and he didn't know if his thin clothes could keep him warm in this icy and snowy place. It was at this time that Ilya remembered that her servant had never mentioned her situation.

Illya wanted to ask, but the servant rushed forward in the next second, pointed the green spear point directly, and penetrated the wolves in a short time.

Soon, the death of the companion made the wolves feel terrified, and they gradually dispersed after a while.

Illya ran up to the servant, and rarely wanted to praise his bravery, but the next second, the servant bent down in pain.

There was black air coming out of him.

"Berserker? What's wrong with you? What happened?"

Mandrill grabbed the position of his heart and frowned fiercely: "Stay away from me!"

Ilya, who had never been yelled at harshly before, froze in place for an instant, and soon her eyes turned red: "Who cares about you!"

But she still couldn't help it, and stretched out her hand to touch something.

When the two icy limbs collided, Illya suddenly came to a strange space.

It was empty there, as if there was nothing, she glanced left and right, but only saw darkness.

She was not very old, and suddenly she was a little scared.

"Berserker? Where are you?"

There was an echo from around, and Illya couldn't help shaking.

Although it is not as cold as in the ice and snow at this moment, the emptiness here is frightening.

She didn't dare to stay, she just kept walking forward, shouting Berserker twice from time to time, the long silence made her almost unbearable.

"who are you?"

Finally, she heard a human voice.

Yi Liya looked up in almost surprise, and saw a young man holding a gun, kicking his foot lightly, and the gun changed into an attacking posture. The corners of his eyes were reddish, but he was vigilant.

This is her Berserker, but it's not her Berserker.

Under such circumstances, Ilya was not self-willed, but obediently introduced herself. At the end, she asked softly, "What about you?"

The other party looked at her quietly for a while, then turned around.

"I am Mandrill."

elf.

It was a name Illya had never called.

In the Holy Grail War, the real name of the servant is very important. Even if this Holy Grail War is different from usual, Illya insists on this and never calls the real name of the servant.

So, is self-introduction like this really necessary?

Before Ilia could think about it, Mandrill turned around, without any intention of waiting for her, and left in one direction.

Afraid of the fear of darkness, Illya hurriedly raised her feet to follow him.

Perhaps Mandrill is the owner of this space. After following Mandrill, the scenery around Illya changed suddenly, and finally it was no longer pure black.

She saw new colors.

Different from the whiteness of Einzbern Castle, this place seems to be a battlefield, the ground is full of blood red and glaring. Illya wanted to take a closer look, but suddenly bumped into Mandrill.

"You are still young, you don't need to read these."

With that said, he pulled Ilya elsewhere.

It was a small room.

There was no atmosphere in the room, it was just cold, Yi Liya looked around and thought there was nothing interesting, so she wanted to go out, but she found that she couldn't get out.

This is the space that belongs to Mandrill.

Mandrill didn't want her to see some bloody things, so she could only stay in the house.

Thinking of this, Illya pursed her mouth in dissatisfaction.

She thought, after going out, she must scold her foolish servant well.

She wouldn't be afraid to see those things!

But she waited for a long time, and Mandrill did not come back.

So much so that Illya wondered if Mandrill had forgotten herself.

When the door was opened again, she saw the seriously injured Mandrill walking in, without saying a word, she fell on the bed.

"B..." The words froze in her mouth, and Illya suddenly realized that it wasn't her Berserker here, but Mandrill.

So she closed her eyes and asked worriedly, "Drill? Are you okay?"