"Saber. That's—"

Where the front end of the road is illuminated by the headlights of the Mercedes. A figure with a strange posture appeared. Alice Phil, who saw this, immediately cried out.

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

The old style of the luxurious kaftan is dotted with blood-like crimson patterns on the pitch-black texture. The unusually large pupils are reminiscent of nocturnal animals.

The inertia of the body was counteracted by the friction of the tires, and Mercedes finally stopped. The vehicle was less than l0 meters away from the figure in front of it.

“…… Saber?”

Artoria quickly analyzed the current situation, and then spoke to Alice Phil.

"You get out of the car as soon as I get out of the car. In short, don't get too far away from me. ”

Saber opened the car door and stepped into the cold night. The night breeze rustled the trees, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt tires from friction.

The Servant in front of him, who had neither fled nor hidden, but was standing in front of him, did not look like an Assassin. In this way, we can only conclude that the figure in front of me is Caster.

The bewildered Knight King observed the other party's appearance again.

The other party was laughing, laughing for no apparent reason. And it wasn't like the smile of a warrior who died generously. Why is this Caster laughing like that? The expression was almost like the reunion of long-lost brothers, and the face full of joy shone with an immaculate smile.

And just when Saber was confused, Caste in front of him made an even more puzzling move.

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

"Huh......?"

Artoria became increasingly confused. Although she was once a king, she also received countless kneeling salutes from heroes and heroes. But I didn't have any impression of the man in front of me. There was no such man among her former courtiers......

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

Alice Phil, who then came down from above the Mercedes, hid behind Mordred and quietly watched Caster.

"Saber, do you know this person?"

"No, I don't have any impression of him—" Caste, who seemed to hear the whispers of Artoria and Alice Phil, looked up and said, "...... Oh, how can you say that. Don't you remember me?"

Artoria said unhappily to his more inconsequential words, "Anyway, it's the first time I've met you — maybe you've made a mistake, you've mistaken someone." ”

"Oh oh, woo woo woo ......" Caster whimpered as if he was very sad, his hands clutching his hair. The expression that had been very happy just now suddenly changed very dramatically into an extremely embarrassed and depressed look. From this alone, it can be seen that he is a moody and dangerous person.

"It's me! I am your faithful servant, Gilles de Ray! I have been looking forward to your resurrection, to the day when I will be able to see you again, and I have been here for this purpose. Joan of Arc!"

When Alice Phil heard the man's words, she couldn't help but open her mouth wide in surprise. "Jill. Morality. ...... Lei?"

The Servant who gave his real name in front of them was already the second. It is unknown what his intentions were, but the name was indeed a prestige worthy of the present-day Caster. But for Saber, he just wants to clear up the current misunderstanding.

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

After hearing Saber's answer, the marshal said in even more confusion: "What...... Have you forgotten them all? Have you forgotten everything you did when you died?"

"Hey, she's really not the Joan of Arc who was made into Orleans' roasted wings. It's just the same face, Takeuchi's face is very common in this world, don't believe you look at me. As she spoke, Mordred pointed to her face.

"Two holy women?" The marshal was a little confused, but then a flush appeared on his face, "Holy Grail, what a miracle!" ”

I didn't quite understand what Mordred said, but in order to justify her identity, Artoria looked at the marshal seriously and said:

"Now that you've got your name on it. Then, out of knightly etiquette, I will also tell you my real name. My name is Artoria. Son of Uther Pendragan, King of Britain. And that knight's name was Mordred. We are not the saints you call us. ”

The marshal still stared blankly at the girl in front of him who was holding out her chest and proudly reporting her name, and then cried out in a lost voice.

"Oooh! Oh whoa, whoa!!"

The marshal screamed desperately and kept hammering the ground unseemly. "What a sorrow, what a sigh! Not only did you lose your memory, but you also lost your mind...... 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's understandable that you don't want to admit it. You are more religious than anyone else, and you believe in God more than anyone else. But you were abandoned by God, and God did not give you any help and salvation when you were judged to be a witch and put to death. It's not for nothing that you're doing this now. ”

Artoria suddenly felt a disgusting sensation that was completely different from her fear. It's like the hairs all over my body stand on end.

The man in front of him hadn't heard Saber at all. Or that I didn't intend to listen to it from the beginning. As for the marshal, he simply casually made a conclusion based on his own fantasies, and was convinced of it. The marshal, who was under the control of this thought, did not listen to Artoria at all.

"Wake up! Joan of Arc! Confused no more! You are the Holy Lady of Orleans, Joan of Arc of France!"

"Alright, alright! You can stop in moderation!"

Artoria, who couldn't stand it anymore, scolded the marshal who was kneeling on the ground with a look of disgust.

"I'm Saber. And you're Caster. We are all Servants fighting for the Holy Grail. We met here because of this relationship. ”

“…… Saber, it's useless to talk to this man. ”

Alice Fell said to her behind the back of the Knight King.

Artoria, who is Saber, has traveled through time and space to the present as a Heroic Spirit, and of course does not know what happened after her history. So naturally I won't know about Jill who is called "Green Beard". Morality. The crazy legend of Count Ray.

Although Gilles de Ray ascended to the throne of marshal as the hero of France's salvation, on the other side of his brilliance, he indulged in black magic and **, and even tortured and killed hundreds of teenagers. Known as the "Sacred Monster"

Jill's final tragic fate has a lot to do with the death of Joan of Arc, the heroine of the middle school he fought with. So his dedication to Joan of Arc was brought into the current Holy Grail War. I have to say that the stalk of "Takeuchi face", Mordred only felt the deep malice after experiencing it personally. In any case, the marshal was already convinced that Artoria was the one he was missing. And there is no room for doubt.

"Joan of Arc. Please stop calling yourself Saber. 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 is coming to an end!"

"That's just your wishful thinking."

This time it was Alice Fell who retorted to the marshal in place of Artoria, who was already too angry to speak.

"Hey, Marshal Jill, since you said the war is over. So 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 will be resurrected. And now that wish has come true! I didn't even have to fight with anyone, my wish had already become a reality! Two saints, I am so happy. I didn't even need to fight, the Holy Grail had already chosen me, Jill. ”

A terrible sound of "ding" sounded. A chill suddenly appeared in front of the marshal's eyes.

It's Artoria's Wind King enchantment. Although the marshal couldn't see it, he could also feel the sword qi in front of him.

"If you dare to be disrespectful to our Heroic Spirit's treasures again—I'm going to be unkind. Caster!” Although Artoria tried to control her words as much as possible. But the voice was still full of sharp murderous aura.

"Come on, stand up. A knight cannot strike at a kneeling person. If you're a Servant, put away your sophistry and rely on decent fighting to claim the Holy Grail. Let me be your first opponent. ”

The frenzied flame in the marshal's eyes vanished at once.

His face, which had been distorted by excitement just a moment ago, gradually regained its calm. The marshal looked up at Artoria. The formidable willpower in his sight showed no signs of waning.

This is a look of determination. He just exchanged his attachment for a stronger will.

"It seems that it is not enough to just say it with your mouth...... Is your heart still closed? Joan of Arc. ”

There was no longer a sigh in the marshal's gloomy voice.

"I'm sorry about that. It seems that it is necessary to impose compulsory treatment on you. Anyway - I'll be sure to get you ready next time. ”

The black robe floated backwards at once, a long distance away from Artoria. The marshal who stood up again and the appearance of kneeling on the ground and wiping away tears just now were almost like two people.

He exuded a domineering majesty that seemed to be able to stain the entire earth red with blood...... Not only the Heroic Spirit, but even the Tyrant will feel the oppression of fear.

The man in front of him is definitely not an easy enemy to deal with. Intuition told Artoria that standing in front of the marshal was absolutely right.

"I assure you, Joan of Arc. The next time we meet, I'll be sure to ...... I will save you from the curse of God!"

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

In response to Artoria's indifferent answer, the marshal silently disembodied himself and disappeared into the night.

After a long sigh, Artoria was relieved of her state of readiness. Alice Phil, who collapsed the same, also leaned her back against the Mercedes in exhaustion.

Mordred watched the marshal disappear with inexplicable sadness.