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	Indeed, this is a suitable place for Servants who must confront hidden from public view.		Indeed, this is a suitable place for Servants who must confront hidden from public view.

	Saber and Irisviel walked up, magnificent as duellists going to the place of agreement, on the four lane road for the large vehicles that are meant to drive on it. The enemy as well was already showing himself, without running or hiding. The tall shadow standing in the middle of the empty street ~~emittws~~ an extraordinary amount of prana even more outrageous than his odd outfit, clearly showing that he was much more than human.		Saber and Irisviel walked up, magnificent as duellists going to the place of agreement, on the four lane road for the large vehicles that are meant to drive on it. The enemy as well was already showing himself, without running or hiding. The tall shadow standing in the middle of the empty street emits an extraordinary amount of prana even more outrageous than his odd outfit, clearly showing that he was much more than human.

	The two Servants stop, facing each other from about 10 meters		The two Servants stop, facing each other from about 10 meters

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	''Trust the Heroic Spirit of the sword.		''Trust the Heroic Spirit of the sword.

	As the one this Heroic Spirit recognized as her master, trust yourself likewise, Irisviel.'' —Said her eyes.		''As the one this Heroic Spirit recognized as her master, trust yourself likewise, Irisviel.'' —Said her eyes.

	"... Understood. Saber, bring me victory."		"... Understood. Saber, bring me victory."

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	Her jade eyes spoke calmly. Fearlessly.		Her jade eyes spoke calmly. Fearlessly.

	~~‘’Trust~~ the Heroic Spirit of the sword.		''Trust the Heroic Spirit of the sword.

	As the one this Heroic Spirit recognized as her master, trust yourself likewise, Irisviel.’’ —Said her eyes.		As the one this Heroic Spirit recognized as her master, trust yourself likewise, Irisviel.'' —Said her eyes.

	"... Understood. Saber, bring me victory."		"... Understood. Saber, bring me victory."

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	Hearing that, Waver remembers about the stupid weight in the knapsack hanging on his shoulder. In this situation where they shouldn't afford even one unnecessary gram, the poetry anthology with its thick hard cover really is a dead weight.		Hearing that, Waver remembers about the stupid weight in the knapsack hanging on his shoulder. In this situation where they shouldn't afford even one unnecessary gram, the poetry anthology with its thick hard cover really is a dead weight.

	That was the one book Rider looted from the library he raided right when he arrived in the present world. The 'Iliad' written by the poet Homer in the ancient Greece― the epic poem describing the ~~trojan~~ war, in which fought gods and humans jumbled together.		That was the one book Rider looted from the library he raided right when he arrived in the present world. The 'Iliad' written by the poet Homer in the ancient Greece― the epic poem describing the Trojan war, in which fought gods and humans jumbled together.

	The atlas can be okay. Exaggerating about world conquest, Rider takes interest in the geography of the modern world, even if it sounds foolish.		The atlas can be okay. Exaggerating about world conquest, Rider takes interest in the geography of the modern world, even if it sounds foolish.

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	With a strange expression, Lancer answered in a cool, bitter tone, not reminding of someone who wished a deadly exchange. Looking more closely, he is a remarkably handsome and beautiful man.		With a strange expression, Lancer answered in a cool, bitter tone, not reminding of someone who wished a deadly exchange. Looking more closely, he is a remarkably handsome and beautiful man.

	His intrepid features are a high bridge of the nose and a valiant eyebrow. Despite his hard cut mouth denoting a stoic air, his eyes seem to hide a quiet grief, yet a strong, manly ~~sent~~ rises from him. Below his left eye, he has a beauty spot like a grain of tear. That ~~makes~~ his gaze even more impressive ~~than glaze would~~.		His intrepid features are a high bridge of the nose and a valiant eyebrow. Despite his hard cut mouth denoting a stoic air, his eyes seem to hide a quiet grief, yet a strong, manly scent rises from him. Below his left eye, he has a beauty spot like a grain of tear. That gives his gaze an even more impressive brilliance.

	Truly, his features were those that could sweep a woman's heart at a glance. ―No, actually, does his elegant air of beauty only come from his features?		Truly, his features were those that could sweep a woman's heart at a glance. ―No, actually, does his elegant air of beauty only come from his features?
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	Lancer shrugs with a bitter smile at Irisviel's remark.		Lancer shrugs with a bitter smile at Irisviel's remark.

	"Sorry, that's some sort of curse I've had since I was born. This is all you will get. Blame ~~the woman who birthed me~~."		"Sorry, that's some sort of curse I've had since I was born. This is all you will get. Blame my birth, or your womanhood."

	An example of a charm curse is a "Mystic Eye", but the only one Lancer has been looking straight at since the beginning is Saber, he hasn't looked at Irisviel behind her. The charm probably activated as soon as Irisviel looked at his face. That would make it a "Mystic Face" instead of a Mystic Eye.		An example of a charm curse is a "Mystic Eye", but the only one Lancer has been looking straight at since the beginning is Saber, he hasn't looked at Irisviel behind her. The charm probably activated as soon as Irisviel looked at his face. That would make it a "Mystic Face" instead of a Mystic Eye.

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	With a strange expression, Lancer answered in a cool, bitter tone, not reminding of someone who wished a deadly exchange. Looking more closely, he is a remarkably handsome and beautiful man.		With a strange expression, Lancer answered in a cool, bitter tone, not reminding of someone who wished a deadly exchange. Looking more closely, he is a remarkably handsome and beautiful man.

			His intrepid features are a high bridge of the nose and a valiant eyebrow. Despite his hard cut mouth denoting a stoic air, his eyes seem to hide a quiet grief, yet a strong, manly sent rises from him. Below his left eye, he has a beauty spot like a grain of tear. That makes his gaze even more impressive than glaze would.
			Truly, his features were those that could sweep a woman's heart at a glance. ―No, actually, does his elegant air of beauty only come from his features?
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			Holding back behind Saber, Irisviel shortens her breathing a little as she frowns.

			"... A charm magecraft. It is impolite to use on a married woman, spearman."

			Clearly, Lancer was emitting a spiritual power that could marvel a woman. As Irisviel's body is a homunculus, it is specialized in the usage of magecraft, and her magic resistance is higher than normal, but an average woman would be enslaved by this man at a glance.

			Lancer shrugs with a bitter smile at Irisviel's remark.

			"Sorry, that's some sort of curse I've had since I was born. This is all you will get. Blame the woman who birthed me."

			An example of a charm curse is a "Mystic Eye", but the only one Lancer has been looking straight at since the beginning is Saber, he hasn't looked at Irisviel behind her. The charm probably activated as soon as Irisviel looked at his face. That would make it a "Mystic Face" instead of a Mystic Eye.
			Chuckling, Saber observed Lancer.

			"You were not expecting my sword to grow dull with that fine look, were you, spear user?"

			"That would be such a kill-joy, but indeed, the anti-magic ability of the Saber class is not vain. ... Excellent. It wouldn't suit my reputation to murder a woman weakened by my only face. I am glad
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			my first opponent has such backbone."

			"Hoh, you were wishing for a fair fight. It is my honor to face such a proud Heroic Spirit."

			Exaggerating, Saber replied with a quiet smile. It was a smile that have only those who wish for a perfectly straightforward life and death exchange.

			"Then― Anytime."

			Picking up the long spear on his right shoulder by spinning it once, Lancer raised the tip of the short spear in his left hand. His stance, spreading both spears like wings, really was an unreadable style.

			Saber's fighting spirit boiled as well, and exploded. The prana surge enveloped the girl's slender dark suit in a swirl like a tornado― and the next instant, her body was wrapped in a silver and azure armor. The armor and gauntlets created as by magic was the true form of the beautiful king of knights, as a Heroic Spirit.

			"Saber..."

			Swallowing nervously, Irisviel called from behind. She could feel the fighting spirit released by both Servants, as well as the atmosphere strained by that tension. ―There is no room to disrupt this battle.

			And yet, she couldn't just stand and watch. She is only a
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			substitute Master for Saber.

			"... Take care. I can support you with healing magecraft, but no more..."

			Without a word, Saber nodded.

			"Leave Lancer to me. But it worries me that the enemy Master is nowhere to be seen."

			As Saber said, just remaining invisible, Lancer's Master was a danger. Usually, a Master would stand by the Servant and instruct him as the battle develops, as well as providing magical support. As long as Lancer's Master doesn't have full faith in him, he has to be lurking nearby to watch over Lancer's battle.

			"He might be preparing an odd trick. Please be cautious. ―Irisviel, I entrust you to watch my back."

			Her jade eyes spoke calmly. Fearlessly.

			Trust the Heroic Spirit of the sword.

			As the one this Heroic Spirit recognized as her master, trust yourself likewise, Irisviel. —Said her eyes.

			"... Understood. Saber, bring me victory."

			"Yes. I will."
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			Nodding resolutely, Saber takes a step forward.

			Toward the space of the long spear, where Lancer is standing on guard...