Magical Comprehensive Travel

"Saber. That's—" The front of the road was illuminated by Mercedes' headlights. A strange figure appeared. Seeing this scene, Irisviel immediately exclaimed.

The tall figure in front of him, as if ignoring the danger of a speeding car, stood calmly in the center of the road.

An ancient luxury gown. The dark texture was dotted with blood-like crimson patterns. The unusually large pupils remind people of nocturnal animals. And even if you exclude these strange places and don't look at it, if such a person appears at such a time and place, it will definitely not be an ordinary passerby.

The inertia of the body was offset by the friction of the tires, and the car finally stopped. The body was less than ten meters away from the figure in front.

Saber quickly analyzed the current situation, and then said to Irisviel: "After I get off the car, you will get off immediately. In short, don't get too far from me."

If the other party is a Servant, the steel framed car is as fragile as a cardboard box to the other party. If it remains in the car, it will become defenseless. In short, it is better to move to a position where you can defend against the opponent's attack first.

With this thought in mind, Saber opened the car door and walked into the cold night. The night wind rustled the trees, and the air was mixed with the smell of scorched tires from friction.

The figure in front of him was unlike any he had seen before. If it's a Servant that he hasn't met yet, it should be Caster or Assassin... but judging from his performance, it should be Caster. Saber thought so.

Caster bowed his head respectfully, knelt on the asphalt like a courtier before the king, and said, "I've been waiting for a long time, Your Highness."

"Hmm...?" Saber became more and more confused about the situation. Although she was once a king, she also accepted the bowing ceremony of countless imitating heroes. But he didn't have the slightest impression of the man in front of him. There was no such man among her former servants.

First of all, the title "Saint" is very strange. When she ruled Britain as King Arthur, she did not reveal her true identity as a woman until the end.

Then Irisviel, who got out of the car, hid behind Saber, who was nervously alert, and quietly looked at the man in front of her.

"Saber, do you know this person?"

"No, I don't have the slightest impression of him—"

Seeming to hear Saber and Irisviel's whispers, Caste raised his head and said, "Oh, how can you say that. Don't you remember me?"

Saber said unhappily to his more outrageous remarks: "Anyway, it's the first time I've met you - maybe you've made a mistake somewhere, you've identified the wrong person."

"Oh, woohoo..." Caster whimpered as if very sad, grabbing his hair with both hands. The expression that had been very happy just now suddenly changed dramatically into an unusually embarrassed look. That alone shows that he is a moody and dangerous man.

"Me! I am Gilles de Rey, your most loyal servant forever! I have been looking forward to your resurrection, I have been waiting for the day when I can see you again, and it is for this purpose that I have come Here, Jeanne!"

After hearing the man's words, Irisviel opened her mouth in surprise.

"Gille de Re...?"

Saber shook his head and said, "I don't know your name, and I don't know what Joan of Arc is."

After hearing Saber's answer, Caster said even more confusedly: "What... don't tell me, have you forgotten everything? Have you forgotten everything in your life?"

Saber began to feel a little tired of this unclear situation, so he looked at Caster seriously and said, "Since you have given your name, I will also tell you my real name out of knight etiquette. I Arturia. Son of Uther Pendragon, King of Britain."

Caster still stared blankly at the girl in front of her with her chest out and proudly reporting her name. After a while, she exclaimed, "Ooh! Oooooooah!"

Caster groaned desperately while hammering the ground uncharacteristically.

"How sad, how sighing! Not only lost memory, but even insane... You... you! God, why are you so cruel to my beautiful woman."

"What the **** are you talking about. I wasn't—"

"Joan of Arc, it's understandable that you don't want to admit it. You were more pious than anyone and believed in God more than anyone. But you were abandoned by God. When you were judged as a witch and executed, God No help or rescue has been given to you. It is not without reason that you are doing this now. Wake up! Joan of Arc! Do not be confused any more! You are the Saint of Orleans, the Savior of France, Joan of Arc!"

"Alright, alright! Stop it enough!" Saber, who couldn't bear it any longer, scolded Caster, who was kneeling on the ground with disgust.

"I'm Saber. And you're Caster. We are both Servants who fought for the Holy Grail. The reason why we met here is just because of this relationship. Please leave immediately! If you don't leave, don't blame my sword. Be ruthless!"

The frenzied flames in Caster's eyes suddenly disappeared. His face that was distorted by the excitement just now gradually returned to calm.

Caster began to look at the mighty willpower that Saber had in his sight but showed no sign of fading.

With a determined look in his eyes, he just replaced his persistence with a firmer will.

"It seems that it's not enough to just say it with your mouth... Is your heart still closed? Joan of Arc" Caster's gloomy voice no longer sighed.

"Then I'm very sorry. It seems that compulsory treatment is necessary for you. Anyway... I will definitely prepare everything for you next time."

The black robe floated back at once, leaving a long distance from Saber. Caster, who stood up again, was completely different from the way he knelt on the ground crying and wiping his tears. He exudes a tyrannical prestige that seems to be able to dye the entire earth red with blood... Not only heroic spirits, but even tyrants will feel the oppression of fear.

The man in front of him was definitely not an easy enemy to deal with—intuition told Saber, who was standing in front of Caster, that this was absolutely right.

"I promise you, Joan of Arc! When we meet next time, I will definitely... save you from the curse of God!" Shouting, Caster's body turned into magic power and disappeared, and everything was quiet again.