Further west of Dongmu City's deep mountainous area, the long national highway extends westward towards the city's lights. What awaits visitors in front of the road is an undeveloped forest. Along this road, crossing the county, the national highway quietly winds ahead.

Although it is a road with two-way lanes, there are almost no signs of coming cars on the national highway with sparse street lights. The national highway at midnight is like being forgotten in this silence.

In such a quiet night, a silver beast rushed over.

"Hey, hey, it's quite fast, right?"

Alice Fill, who was holding the steering wheel with a smug smile, said. Saber, who was sitting in the assistant seat with nervous application, could only barely squeeze out a smile and nodded.

"It's really...unexpected...it's driving with superb skills."

"Well? I have specially trained to be so proficient."

Although she said this, judging from her unfamiliar hang-up technique, she is far behind that of a skilled driver.

"Is it okay for us to apologize like this?" Alice Phil asked.

"Maybe..."

I just wanted to apologize, but I probably wouldn't fight. Just as Saber was thinking about this question half seriously, he suddenly felt a murderous aura coming in the air.

"parking!"

"Why?"

Suddenly, Alice Fil, who was at a loss by Saber's warning, asked blankly. Saber didn't bother to explain to her, and directly leaned over to the driver's seat and grabbed the steering wheel with one hand, then stretched out his left foot and stepped on the brakes to the bottom.

Fortunately, the car was driving in a straight line between the sudden brakes, and the car did not rotate violently. Mercedes' tires were sliding on the asphalt road and a burst of white smoke came out. In the car that was sliding due to inertia, Saber reconfirmed the source of the breath he had just felt.

That's right, this must be the breath of heroic spirits. It's true that Cao Cao will arrive.

"saber, that's-"

A strange figure appeared at the front end of the road illuminated by Mercedes' headlights. Alice Fier, who saw this scene, immediately shouted.

The tall figure in front of him stood calmly in the middle of the road as if the danger of a car flying in nothing happened.

The ancient style of luxurious long gown is dotted with blood-like dark red patterns on the dark texture. The extremely huge double pupils make it easy to associate nocturnal animals. If you eliminate these strange places in time and without looking at them, such a person will definitely not be an ordinary passerby at such a time and place. The inertia of the car body was offset by the friction of the tires, and Mercedes finally stopped. The car body was less than 10 meters away from the figure in front.

“…saber”

Saber quickly analyzed the current situation and then said to Alice Fill.

"You get out immediately after I get off the car. In short, don't be too far away from me."

If the other party is a hero, the piano frame car is just as fragile as a carton to the other party. If it is still in the car, it will become unprepared. In short, it is better to first move to a position where it can defend against the opponent's attack.

Saber opened the car door and walked into the cold night. The night wind blew the trees and made a rustling sound, and the air was mixed with the smell of tires burning due to friction. The figure in front of him was different from any of the previous ones. If it was a heroic spirit he had never met, it should be a caster or assass... Saber thought so.

I don't know that Saber and Alice Fil, who happened in Tosaka Mansion that night, can't exclude the possibility of assas private n. However, the heroic spirit who neither escaped nor hid but stood openly in front of him should not be assas private n. Judging from this, we can only draw a conclusion in the end that the figure in front of us is a caster.

But.

Is there a look on his face of a warrior who is about to fight?

The confused Knight King observed the other person's appearance again.

The other party was smiling, smiling for unknown reasons. And it didn't look like the smile from the warrior who was willing to die. Why did the caster in front of him smile like this? It was like a reunion of brothers who had been separated for many years, and a flawless smile shone on his face full of joy.

And just when Saber was confused, the caster in front of him made even more puzzling actions.

Caster bowed his head respectfully, kneeling on the asphalt road as if he had met the king's subject and said:

"I've been waiting for a long time, Your Highness"

"Um……"

Saber is increasingly confused about the situation. Although she has received kneeling gifts from countless heroes as a king, she has no impression of the man in front of her. There is no man among her former ministers.

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

Then Alice Fill, who came down from Mercedes, hid behind the nervously alert Saber, quietly staring at the caster.

"Saber, do you know this person?"

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

It seemed that he heard Saber and Alice Fil's whispers, and the caster looked up and said:

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

Saber said unhappily:

"Anyway, it was my first time meeting you - maybe you got something wrong, you recognized the wrong person."

"Oh, woooo..."

The caster seemed to be sobbing like a very sad thing, holding his hair with both hands. His expression, which had been very dramatic just now, suddenly changed with an extremely embarrassed and down-and-out look. Only from this point can we see that he is a moody and dangerous person.

"It's me! I am your most loyal servant, Jill De Ray! I have been looking forward to your resurrection and waiting for the day when I can meet you again. It is for this purpose that I came here. Joan of Arc!"

"Gilder Ray..."

The heroic spirit who reported his real name in front of them is already the second one. Although he didn't know what his intention was, this name is indeed a reputation that is comparable to the caster in the world.

But for Saber, he just wants to eliminate the current misunderstanding.

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

After hearing Saber's answer, caster said in even more confusion:

"Why... have you forgotten everything? Have you forgotten everything during your lifetime?"

Saber began to feel a little bored with this indescribable situation, so he looked at the caster seriously and said:

"Since you have reported your name, I will tell you my real name through the ritual of the knights. My name is Artoria, the son of Yuss Pendragen, and the king of Britain."

The caster still stared at the girl in front of him who stood up and proudly reported her name. After a while, he shouted.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

——The caster kept beating the ground without looking like a whine.

"How sad and so sighing! Not only did you lose your memory, but you even feel confused... You... You! God, why are you so cruel to my beautiful woman?"

"What the hell are you talking about, I wasn't-"

"Joan of Arc, it is understandable that you are unwilling to admit it. You, who are more pious than anyone, are more convinced of you, have been abandoned by God. When you were judged to be a witch and executed, God did not give you any help or rescue. It is not unreasonable for you to do this now."

Saber suddenly felt a disgusting feeling that was completely different from fear. Her hair was standing up all over her body.

The man in front of him didn't hear Saber's words at all, or he had no intention of listening from the beginning. He just randomly reached a conclusion based on his own fantasy and believed in this conclusion. The caster under the control of this thought could not listen to Saber's words at all.

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

"Okay OK! You can stop at your ease!"

Saber, who could not bear it, shouted at the caster kneeling on the ground and showed disgust.

"I am a saber. And you are a caster. We are all heroes fighting for the Holy Grail. The reason we meet here is just because of this relationship."

“…saber. It’s useless to say anything to this man.”

Alice Fil said to her behind the Knight King.

"Joan of Arc, please don't call yourself a saber, and don't call me a caster anymore. We will soon no longer be bound by this so-called shackles of lustful rvant. The Holy Grail War is about to end!"

"That's just your wishful thinking."

This time it was Alice Fil who replaced Saber, who was so angry that he couldn't speak, and retorted to the caster.

"Hey! Marshal Jill, since you said the war is over, how about the Holy Grail now?"

"That's all, the Holy Grail that can fulfill all wishes is already in my hands."

caster said proudly with a satisfied smile.

"My only wish is to hope that Joan of Arc can be resurrected. Now this wish has come true! Without even having to fight with anyone, my wish has become a reality! Even if I don't need to fight, the Holy Grail has chosen me - Jill."

A shrill sound of "ding" sounded. A cool air suddenly appeared in front of caster's eyes.

It is the Wind King barrier of Saber. Although the caster cannot see it, it can also feel the sword energy right in front of it.

"If you dare to be disrespectful to our Heroic Spirit's treasures-I will be rude next.caster!"

Although Saber tried to control his words, his voice was still full of sharp murderous aura.

"Come on, stand up. The knight cannot attack the kneeling person. If you are also a hero, put away your sophistry and rely on the upright battle to seize the Holy Grail. Let me saber be your first opponent."

The fanatical flame in caster's eyes disappeared suddenly.

His distorted face just now gradually returned to calm because of his excitement. The caster looked up at the saber. The powerful willpower contained in its sight showed no sign of decline.

This was a secretly determined look. He just changed his persistence to a stronger will.

"It seems that it's not possible to just say it with your mouth... Is your heart still closed? Joan of Arc?"

The caster's gloomy voice was no longer the sigh I had just sighed. Just as Saberr was about to say something, he suddenly heard a sound of clothes rushing from far and near.

Someone is here! It's a hero! Saber is shocked and has no choice but to do anything else. He retreats sharply and stands in front of Alice Phil.

The speed of the visitor was so fast that Saber imagined. He had just hidden himself, and a strong wind rushed past his head, and a figure flashed in the moonlight.

Saber thought to himself, it was so fast, but it seemed that he didn't come for him.
To be continued...