Lancer was almost unrestricted in the castle. He could move around except for some key locations, and the so-called key locations were the 'homunculus factory' and the 'Golem Factory' in the castle's basement.
But Lancer himself didn't care at all. After all, even if he went, there was nothing he could do. Should he go and destroy them? Then his life, which he had barely gotten back, would probably be gone, so he simply stayed away from the underground areas of the castle and put on a 'resigned' attitude.
And besides his constant morning and evening training, he basically spent the rest of his time in the Yggdmillennia library. As for his resting time...
"By the way, Mr. Lancer, the patriarch asked me to inform you that we will all summon our servants together in three days."
The girl in the wheelchair did not talk to him about the family or magic as she always did but instead told him about the 'main event', which made Lancer both excited and nervous.
He was excited because he finally had a chance to break free from his restraints, and he was nervous because he was about to start a 1V6...
In these short three days, he had only seen the 'Great Prince' once, and that so-called meeting was actually just Lancer wandering around the castle and the other party just happening to come out.
Perhaps because their relationship at this time was not hostile, Lancer did not feel an exaggerated aura from the other party, but he still felt a huge pressure, but the other party turned a blind eye to him and left directly. Lancer felt a bit helpless about this, but he didn't think much of it, after all, he was just a defeated opponent of the other party.
'I'm not willing to accept this. Even if I know that the reason I lost was because of my lack of strength and for no other reason, I'm still not willing to accept it!'
Lancer himself didn't even notice that when he faced the Great Prince, although he chose to temporarily lower his head, the fighting spirit burning in his eyes was incredibly hot. Even when he walked past the other party and left quickly, the other party suddenly stopped and turned around, showing a strange smile in Lancer direction.
The Great Prince really appreciated this strange 'master', otherwise, he would not have used his Noble Phantasm directly.
If every heroic spirit was a treasure of their era, then their Noble Phantasms were the most dazzling diamonds on that treasure. Except for some special Noble Phantasms that were feared or even hated by the user themselves, most heroic spirits were proud of their Noble Phantasms. And at that moment, he even felt danger from Lancer, so he used his Noble Phantasm without hesitation. He even felt a little unbelievable himself after using the Noble Phantasm to summon stakes inside and on the surface of the other party's body.
But at that time, he was unbelievable, but he did not regret it, because Lancer was his enemy, and the more he admired an enemy, the more he had to kill him!
But at this time, looking at the temporarily 'submissive' Lancer, he felt a bit sentimental. Wouldn't it be boring if the other party became completely decadent or resigned? But when he unexpectedly met Lancer, that fleeting glance made him a little happy.
'Those fiery pupils! He hasn't given up! Very good!'
The hero of Romania! Vlad III, who was crowned with the name 'Impaling Prince', would not hesitate to nail his enemies to stakes to protect his country, even if he had to bear the name of a devil, but he would never humiliate the warriors he admired.
Death was the fate that was set when the two sides were enemies, but giving them an equal death was also his duty. He would always remember one thing——————he was the 'Guardian Oni General' of Romania, not a true devil!
'At that time, I will give you an equal death!'
When Lancer learned that he was about to summon a servant, he also couldn't help but fall into a memory, after all, the other party was the first servant he had seen.
And Fiore, who was sitting next to Lancer, didn't know what Lancer was thinking, but her mood was also a bit complicated now.
'The Holy Grail War is about to begin, which means Caules and I also have to fight...'
There was no doubt that Fiore was an excellent heir, but her personality had not been distorted in these years of education. Her rationality told her——————that as magicians, she and her brother should have already been prepared.
But her heart was telling her——————she didn't want to do that!
Her wish for participating in the Holy Grail War was to heal her legs. In reality, there was nothing wrong with her legs. It was just that the magic circuits in her body had a bad effect on her leg nerves. In theory, as long as she was willing to give up being a magician, she could return to normal, but 'magic' had been her everything for so many years, so how could she give it up?
So in the end, when she learned that she could participate in the Holy Grail War as a master, she was still very happy, but who would have thought that 'accidents' always existed in this world, and her brother also became a master.
This undoubtedly made her once firm heart waver again. Before, she could use 'the Holy Grail War hasn't started yet' to temporarily numb herself and not overthink, but escaping could never solve the problem. With Darnic's words, she knew that she only had the last 3 days left.
"Mr. Lancer, would you mind accompanying me for a while?"
Fiore's words completely woke Lancer from his memories, and after thinking for a while, he also nodded.
"Thank you. How about we go to the flower garden outside the castle?"
Fiore's so-called flower garden was actually a wasteland outside the castle, where countless unnamed wildflowers bloomed. It was also the furthest Lancer could go freely, and every time he wandered near there, he would find countless homunculi and golems 'openly' monitoring him.
And Fiore, whose wheelchair was being pushed by Lancer, also unconsciously showed a smile.
She felt very happy spending time with Lancer. Both sides knew the outcome of 'having to fight each other one day' when they met, so both sides could be more honest, and she didn't have to be tangled.
Although the two of them were destined to have a battle, it made their time together more open and harmonious.
Lancer pushed the wheelchair, and the two of them walked along the dirt path, looking at the wildflowers on both sides. The wildflowers were very small and had no fragrance, but they were still trying their best to bloom, and Fiore's originally gloomy mood was also temporarily eased a bit.
But at this moment, Lancer, who had been expressionless, suddenly became a little serious.
He felt that someone was exuding 'malice' towards him.
'Is it someone from Yggdmillennia? No! If they really wanted to make a move on me, they could have done so long ago. Why wait until now? So, is it an enemy of Yggdmillennia?'
For some reason, Lancer remembered the message left by that blond guy before he died——————the Clock Tower.