A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

But.

Does his face have the look of a warrior about to fight?

The confused King of Knights observed the opponent's appearance again.

The other person was laughing, for no apparent reason. And it didn't look like the smile of a warrior who died generously. Why is the Caster in front of him smiling like this? His expression is almost like that of a long-lost brother reunited, with a flawless smile shining on his face full of joy.

Just when Saber was confused, Caster in front of her made an even more puzzling move.

Caster lowered his head respectfully, kneeling on the asphalt road like a courtier meeting the king and said:

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Your Highness the Saint."

"Um……?"

Saber became increasingly confused about the situation. Although she had once been a king, she had also received kneeling tributes from countless heroes. But he had no impression of the man in front of him. There was no such man among her former courtiers.

First of all, the title "Saint" is very strange. When she ruled Britain as King Arthur, she never revealed her true identity as a woman until the end.

Irisviel, who then got off the Mercedes, hid behind the nervously alert Saber and looked at Caster quietly.

"Saber, do you know this person?"

"No, I don't have any impression of him -"

Seemingly hearing the whispers of Saber and Irisviel, Caster raised his head and said:

"...Oh, how could you say that? Don't you remember me?"

Regarding his even more irrelevant remarks, Saber said unhappily:

"Anyway, this is the first time you and I have met - maybe you made a mistake somewhere, you recognized the wrong person."

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

Caster whimpered as if very sad, holding his hands in his hair. The expression that had been very happy just now suddenly changed dramatically into an extremely embarrassed look of despair. From this alone, we can see that he is a moody and dangerous person.

"It's me! I am your most loyal servant Gilles de Rey forever! I have always been looking forward to your resurrection, and have been waiting for the day when I can see you again. It is for this purpose that I came Come here. Joan of Arc!"

After hearing what the man said, Irisviel couldn't help but open her mouth in surprise.

"Jill de Rey...?"

This is the second Servant to tell them his real name. Although I don’t know what his intention is, the name does have a prestige commensurate with the current Caster.

But for Saber, she just wants to get rid of the current misunderstanding.

"I don't know your name, and I don't know what a Joan of Arc is."

After hearing Saber's answer, Caster said even more confusedly:

"How...could it be said that you have forgotten everything? Have you forgotten everything that happened during your lifetime?"

Saber began to feel a little tired of this unclear situation, so she looked at Caster seriously and said:

"Now that you have given your name.\\nI will also tell you my real name out of knightly etiquette. My name is Artoria. Son of Uther Pendragon, King of Britain."

Caster still stared blankly at the girl in front of him who puffed out her chest and proudly announced her name. After being stunned for a while, Caster cried out.

"Oh oh! Oh wow ah ah!!"

——Caster screamed desperately and kept hammering the ground in an awkward manner.

"How sad and sighing this is! Not only have you lost your memory, but you have even lost your mind... You... you! God, why are you so cruel to my beautiful woman?"

"What the hell are you talking about. I'm not—"

"Joan Arc, it's understandable that you don't want to admit it. You were originally more pious than anyone else and believed deeply in God. But you were abandoned by God. When you were judged as a witch and executed by God, I didn’t give you any help or rescue. It’s not unreasonable for you to be like this now.”

Saber suddenly felt a disgusting feeling that was completely different from fear. It was as if all the hairs on my body stood on end.

The man in front of him didn't hear Saber's words at all. Or maybe I didn’t intend to listen in the first place. As for Saber, he just made a random conclusion based on his own fantasy, and he firmly believed in this conclusion. Under the control of this thought, Caster couldn't listen to Saber's words at all.

"Wake up! Joan of Arc! Don't be confused anymore! You are the Saint of Orleans, Joan of Arc, the savior of France!"

"Okay, okay! Just stop it!"

Saber couldn't stand it anymore and scolded Caster who was kneeling on the ground with a look of disgust.

"I am Saber. And you are Caster. We are both Servants fighting for the Holy Grail. The reason why we meet here is just because of this relationship."

"...Saber, it's useless to say anything to this man."

Irisviel said to the Knight King behind her back.

Arturia, who is Saber, traveled through time and space as a heroic spirit and came to the present, so of course she would not know what happened after her history. Therefore, it is natural that he would not know the crazy legend about Count Gil de Ray, known as "Green Beard".

Although Gil de Rey ascended to the throne of marshal as the hero of France's salvation, on the other side of his glory, he was indulged in black magic and lust, and even tortured and killed hundreds of teenagers. Known as the "Holy Monster"——

Gil's final tragic fate was closely related to the death of the heroine Joan of Arc who fought with him. Therefore, his persistence for Joan of Arc was brought into the current Holy Grail War. There is no way of knowing how similar Saber Artoria and Jeanne are, but they must be very similar. Regardless, Gil-Caster is convinced that Saber is the one he misses, and there is no room for doubt.

"Joan of Arc, please stop calling yourself Saber. And don't call me Caster anymore. We will soon no longer be bound by the shackles of the so-called Senrant. The Holy Grail War will be over soon!"

"That's just your wishful thinking."

This time it was Irisviel who retorted to Caster instead of Saber who was too angry to speak.

"Hey, Marshal Gil, since you said the war is over. What's going on with the Holy Grail now?"

"Needless to say, the Holy Grail that can grant all wishes is already in my hands."

Caster said proudly with a satisfied smile.

"My only wish is that Joan of Arc can be resurrected. And now this wish has come true! I don't even have to fight with anyone, my wish has become a reality! There is no need to even fight, the Holy Grail is already there Choose me—Jill.”

A shrill sound of "ding" sounded. A sudden chill appeared in front of Caster's eyes.

It's Saber's wind master barrier. Although Caster couldn't see it, he could feel the sword energy right in front of him.

"If you dare to be disrespectful to the treasures of our heroic spirits again - I will be rude to you next. Caster!"

Although Saber tried to control her words. But the voice was still full of sharp murderous intent.

"Come on, stand up. A knight cannot attack a kneeling person. If you are also a Servant, put away your sophistry and rely on an upright fight to seize the Holy Grail. Let me, Saber, be your first opponent. "

The passionate fire in Caster's eyes suddenly disappeared.

His face, which had been distorted with excitement just now, gradually returned to calm. Caster raised his head and looked at Saber. The strong willpower contained in his eyes showed no signs of fading.

This is a look of determination. He just replaced his persistence with a firmer will.

"It seems that just talking with your mouth won't do... Is your heart still closed? Joan of Arc."

The sigh from before was no longer in Caster's gloomy voice.

"Then I'm very sorry. It seems that it is necessary to give you compulsory treatment. Anyway - I will make all preparations for you next time."

The black robe suddenly floated back, leaving a large distance between him and Saber. Caster stood up again and looked completely different from the one who was kneeling on the ground crying and wiping away tears.

His body exudes a tyrant's majesty that seems to be able to dye the entire earth red with blood... Not only the heroic spirits, but even the tyrants will feel the oppression of fear.

The man in front of her was definitely not an easy enemy to deal with - Saber's intuition told her standing in front of Caster that this was absolutely true.

"I promise you, Joan of Arc. The next time we meet, I will definitely...save you from God's curse!"

"Didn't you hear what I said? Pick up the sword and fight with dignity!"

In response to Saber's cold reply, Caster silently dematerialized and disappeared into the night.

After letting out a long breath, Saber also released her battle-ready state. Irisviel, who was exhausted, leaned back against the Mercedes-Benz as if she was exhausted.

"It's really tiring to fight against an opponent who can't explain himself."

"That's true. But next time, I'll kill him before I even talk to him - I'll be sick if I hang around like that for a while longer."

Although Caster had already left, Saber still said angrily.

"Do you regret letting him run away so easily?"

"Yeah. Just when I was about to make him pay for his nonsense here, he ran away."

A strange look suddenly flashed across the angry Saber's face, and then she frowned and said inadvertently.

"But to be honest, Caster's retreat may be considered a fluke for me tonight."

"Huh? Really?"

Irisviel was very surprised to hear Saber say such discouraging words.

For an opponent like Caster who is good at magic warfare, Saber, who has the strongest anti-magic ability, is his most difficult opponent. If the two sides really fight, Saber should win with an overwhelming advantage.

But Saber smiled bitterly and shook her head with an expression that she didn't fully understand.

"That Caster...is a little different. Or maybe he is a little different from an ordinary magician. Although I can't be sure...but it feels too dangerous to fight him with my left hand sealed."

Saber's sixth sense is also strengthened to a certain extent due to the characteristics of her class. Since he was an enemy that even she felt was somewhat dangerous, Irisviel had to re-evaluate Caster.

"Anyway, first of all, it's Lancer..."

"Yes. But fortunately, Lancer is also a noble warrior. He neither runs away nor hides. He is also looking forward to the duel with me."

Although they are rivals, Saber resonates with Lancer's spirit. But even so, Irisviel still felt a little uneasy. After all, no matter how chivalrous a Servant is, his Master may not be the same.

And will the King of Knights, who is shackled by the Servant, fight upholding the honor of the sword... Thinking of this, Irisviel couldn't help but become pessimistic.

Be it Irisviel, Saber, or even Caster who just left. The entire incident that occurred between them was under the surveillance of the tracker.

In the dense forest connected to the national highway, the tracker wearing a creepy skull mask hid himself in the treetops covered by darkness, watching with eager eyes what happened just now.

Not only does it melt into the shadow, but the pursuer who cuts off all his aura to avoid Saber's perception seems to be a shadow himself. No one else can do this except Assassin. It seems that Assassin followed Kotomine Kirei's order to follow Saber and Irisviel from Warehouse Street to here.

Assassin, who was originally responsible for monitoring Irisviel, unexpectedly received unexpected gains here. The last Servant.\\nCaster, who did not show up during the chaos in Warehouse Street, was finally discovered by Assassin.

Although Caster's aura, which turned into a spirit body and left, quickly disappeared, it was still able to be captured by Assassin's keen senses. If you want to keep track, now is the best time.

"That's not your job."

Behind Assasin, a voice suddenly appeared. The vague outline that emerged from the dark woods turned out to be another skull mask.

The second Assassin is only slightly different in body shape from the Assassin just now, but the mask he wears is the same as the black robe he wears. The two men were different in body shape and physique from Assassin who was serving as a scout on Warehouse Street. It seems that although they are all of the same rank, there are still obvious differences between different individuals.

"Then how about leaving it to you?"

"Well, you just need to continue to follow Saber and her Master... Also, has Kirei-sama seen what's going on here?"

"No, Kirei-sama does not share consciousness with me."

Assassin, who had followed Irisviel in the first place, shook his head. It seems that Assassin, who was serving as a scout on Warehouse Street just now, has another person.

The second Assassin smacked his lips after hearing this answer.

"Just in case, I should report to Kirei-sama about what happened here..."

"Leave this task to me."

Then a third voice came. There was nothing to be surprised about now, another white skull mask appeared in the darkness.

This time it was a short Assassin with a shrill voice like a child. No one knows how many Assassins are gathered here.

Mercedes' monster-like engine sound rang out in the night sky again, roaring away on the national highway. Irisviel and Saber were probably on their way in a hurry again.

At the same time, the three black figures nodded to each other and disappeared into the vast night like a whirlwind.

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