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770. In the end, Illya is still too young to let her meet Tsukiyoin Shinji

[Don’t tell me, I am actually related to the Little Holy Grail clan.] Xing Ke said with a smile.

"Who do you call the Little Holy Grail?! There is nothing between me and that broken cup... um..."

Even in the middle of Illya's words, she realized that she was now the manager of the Holy Grail. It was really a bit forced to say that it didn't matter.

[Haha... Just try your best. Didn't I just say that I have no intention of questioning any of your actions, nor do I have any intention to stop you. It's just that I will do some things without authorization.



"go Go……"

Illya has given up restraining the dangerous beast Xingke, although she is still a beautiful girl.

"But if you do anything unnecessary, I will still educate you verbally, and I will definitely complain."

[Ahem?~Didn’t we just say that younger people should not teach older people a lesson?]

"It's impossible. Your age is already a problem in another dimension, aside from that."

[What?! Your judgment standards are completely flawed and you are clearly bullying certain special groups.]

"If you have any complaints, please contact customer service. I'm just a receptionist working part-time as the director of a business consulting business."

With that said, Illya heard a knock on the door. Sera walked in first, nodded to Illya, and took away Iskandar's tea cup.

"The next confused lamb on my side...no, I mean the unemployed are already here. Jis you..."

[I just watched the show slowly, it was quite interesting.] Xingji returned to the mode of lazily watching the live broadcast: [But I want to confirm one last time, you should know that among your family reunion ending theories, the theoretical one is the biggest

Who is the enemy?】

"……Ok, I know."

Illya said, turned to look at Sera and said:

"Let him in."

"Yes, Lady Illya."

Sierra heard the sound and opened the door to the reception room. A handsome blue-haired man in a black suit stood straight outside the door, waiting meticulously.

"Welcome to the Einzbern Employment Agency, Sir Lancelot. I am Illyasviel Einzbern, the director here."

Lancelot walked up to Illya, bowed slightly, and said:

"First of all, I would like to thank you for your generous rescue, which allowed me to lift the curse of [madness]. Ms. Einzbern."

"Well, it's nothing. In fact, the crazy skill cards are easier to sell than you think..." Illya smiled.

"Huh? Sell?" Lancelot seemed to have heard some inappropriate words.

"Don't worry about the details... Please take a seat first." Illya pointed to the position of Iskandar just now and said.

"Yes, it is better to obey orders than to be respectful."

After Lancelot sat down, Serra immediately brought the tea and at the same time replaced Illya's teapot with new hot tea.

"Grateful."

Lancelot did not hesitate to express his gratitude even to servants like Sera who were obviously wearing maid clothes.

A master of etiquette who pays attention to his own cultivation.

[Ah, you polite child, should you say that you live up to your reputation?] Xing Ke teased with a smile.

"Didn't you mean just watching?" Illya complained in her heart.

[Well, you always want me to post a barrage, don’t you? 】

"...You are really free."

Illya helplessly turned her attention to Lancelot ahead and asked:

"Ahem, Sir Lancelot, how much do you understand about the current situation?"

"Yes, Ms. Irisviel. I remember that I was defeated and lost the supply of magic power, so your power was recovered intact into the interior of the Holy Grail, and the curse on me was removed at the same time.

And just now Miss Serra told me that this Holy Grail War is actually an arranged ceremony, and the winner has been arranged from the beginning."

Lancelot succinctly described the information he learned, but there was no emotional fluctuation.

"Well, that's it. In other words, you were summoned to this world just to be arranged for a scene. Although you, as an actor, know nothing about it... Do you have any complaints?"

Illya doesn't think there is anything wrong with this. Being used and deceived is just a weak person who cannot refuse to be deceived and used.

But if an actor has any complaints, she, as the assistant director, is also obliged to listen.

but……

"No, Ms. Einzbern." Lancelot replied without hesitation: "Thank you for your concern, but you alone do not need to take my feelings into consideration."

"Oh why?"

"...Actually, before you lifted my madness, my consciousness had always been somewhat ambiguous. My memory was very clear, but at that time, the only thing I was thinking about was searching for my king.

Just pure anger."

Lancelot looked a little embarrassed and smiled:

"So, in that situation, I was lucky enough not to cause trouble to others. How can I say anything to complain? In the end, it was my decision to respond to the call of the Holy Grail. All consequences, whether it is laughter or tears, should be treated as such.

I have to bear it myself!”

In an instant, Lancelot's smile seemed to be filled with thousands of rays of light, illuminating Illya's dull gaze.

What a polite, shameless, good boy and young man!

Such a speech is simply a model of Illya’s ideal five good customers!

Such a good young man, such a handsome guy... Who would have thought that he was a real "rebel" who failed to fall in love, instead betrayed the king he served, and even committed the heinous crime of deceiving the king?

Who would have thought that he was a bastard who wished to be killed by his own king?

Fortunately, I was almost deceived by him.

Illya calmed down and recalled the black armor who yelled, dismantled street lamps, and robbed fighter jets. Then based on this impression, she continued:

"Sir Lancelot, what I want to say is that this world line is being invaded by us, so you can't return to the Hall of Valor for the time being, so your heroic career ends here. We will introduce it to you.

New job...do you have any ideas?"

Lancelot was surprised when he heard what Illya said, but he did not interrupt. Instead, he quickly accepted the fact.

It's just that his expression was a little disappointed. After thinking for a moment, he said:

"Can you tell me who the little girl is who wields the power of my king... No, actually I don't want to know this.
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