Fuyuki City, Fukayama Town!

Compared to the high-rise buildings of Xindu, Fukayama Town is much more deserted, without the sense of urgency of the city's fast pace, and only quiet and peaceful away from the hustle and bustle.

A black shadow swept across the surface, hidden by the shadows of the trees on both sides of the asphalt road, silent and fast, difficult to detect unless you were careful about it.

Shaking off the pursuers behind her, Caster was not the slightest bit of joy, and a greater fear haunted her heart, the enemy who pursued her was not only Lancer, but also two people who were rapidly approaching.

"Damn! Why does bad luck always happen to me...... "Chased and killed by Lancer in the worst situation, he finally got rid of Lancer, and encountered another pair of masters and slaves, and Caster only felt bad luck today.

Caster's ability to track enemies frustrated Caster, and the distractions left along the way didn't work at all, and the gap between the two sides kept shrinking. She already had a guess in her mind that if the enemy didn't use the Noble Phantasm to track the enemy, it meant that the enemy had a high level of magical skills.

Either way, Caster can't find a way to break the game, the magic is gone, and it is her limit to be able to maintain her own existence in this world. If there is really a battle, Caster, who can't use magic, I'm afraid he can't even compare to an ordinary person.

Finally, as he passed through a grove of trees, the last bit of magic in Caster's body was depleted. Unable to maintain his latent state, wearing a dark purple cloak, he staggered forward two steps and sat down against a large tree.

"This grove is the end of this Holy Grail War...... I'm so unwilling! ”

Bento must have memories to kill, and Caster is no exception, and the unbearable life that passes through her mind makes her hate fate for being so unfair.

"In the end, it will be the same, wantonly expelled, used, and scorned as a traitor...... I just want to win this war and return to my hometown. ”

The hometown that Caster was referring to was the hometown when she was happy before her unfortunate life began. At that time, she was still a carefree princess, with a happy family that she longed for now, and a goddess teacher who taught magic to herself.

Sou!

The strong wind struck, and two afterimages fell on the clearing in front of Caster, it was Duke and Lancelot, Lancelot changed into purple-black armor that had not changed for ten thousand years, and the identities of the master and the servant were clear at a glance.

"Finally stopped, I thought you would run all the way to Enzo Mountain!" When Duke said this, he was really relieved in his heart, and he was about to reach the Emiya's house some distance ahead, and he could avoid it at this point in time.

Caster didn't speak, ignoring Duke and Lancelot, and quietly looked up at the sky, as if sensing her sadness, and God was very embarrassed that it was raining.

Although it was a shower, the rainfall tended to increase significantly, and the raindrops fell from the sky, and the cloak was wet, and the rain slid down the cheeks, making it impossible to tell whether it was mixed with tears.

"Master, are you going to remove her?"

"No, she's a magician of the gods, and I need her abilities." Duke preached concisely and to the point, with no intention of concealing it at all.

In fact, he can completely pretend to be a steady man like Soichiro Katsugi, and use maturity and reliability to attack Caster. It's just that he rejects deceptive approaches, and disdains to add a layer of camouflage to himself, so he gives up this fastest way to achieve his goal.

Caster's body shuddered, anger rising in her heart, she felt a strong sense of disgust for the man who was going to take advantage of her, and rightfully classified Duke in the category of disgust.

"Master, do you know her real name?" Lancelot's eyebrows moved slightly, why do you know everything?

"Princess Colchis in Greek mythology, Medea the 'Witch of Betrayal'!" Duke said that he had walked directly in front of Caster and condescendingly invited, "Are you interested in doing my walk...... Servant? After winning this battle, you can fulfill your wish with the Holy Grail. ”

Caster's view of looking up at the sky was blocked, and he snorted coldly and turned his head, not wanting to say a word to Duke, even if his real name was broken, he didn't take it to heart.

Duke spreads his hands and looks like he's hated!

Lancelot approached Duke and first glanced at Caster, who was bloodied and visibly wounded. It was unbelievable to Lancelot that a Servant with poor melee combat skills could escape from Lancer's gun.

“Master！ With all due respect, she is a very dangerous woman, and it is irrational to try to subdue her. Lancelot shook his head, he had heard of the name of Medea, the witch was not called for nothing, in Greek mythology was a cruel, unscrupulous, and evil woman who was good at all kinds of tricks, not an ideal candidate for a servant.

She lacks loyalty!

"Really? I think it's very personal! ”

Lancelot didn't understand, but Duke knew very well that Medea's unscrupulous character was formed by rebellion against her own fate. Due to the continuous betrayal, the soul was traumatized, and she also degenerated into a witch who was good at betrayal. The essence is an immature girl's heart, as long as she gets her trust, she will do her best to give everything, and loyalty is naturally as much as you want.

"You want to be my Master?" Caster finally spoke.

Duke smiled and nodded, "That's right, you're the closest magician I've ever met, and I'm very interested in your knowledge." ”

"Don't you have a servant, why do you still look for me, afraid that he will betray you?" Caster sneered.

"No, Xiaolan is different from you, he will fight me to achieve victory on the battlefield. You are different, I don't need you to fight for me, to be my servant, to give me the knowledge you have, and as the price of the transaction, I will share the victory with you. ”

"Hehehe, knowing that I am a betrayed witch, you still dare to ask me to be a servant, should you say that you are naïve or bold?" Caster continued to taunt Duke, but it sounded more like self-deprecation: "My previous Master is dead, and I killed him." You should understand that if you want to be my master, you must be ready to be betrayed by me at any time. ”

A contemptuous smile curled into Caster's lips, waiting for Duke to look stunned, she longed to see it. Those who are self-righteous and confident that they can control her will not end well.

"Yes, your betrayal is always welcome."

To Caster's surprise, Duke didn't hesitate at all, and nodded briskly.

"Didn't you hear clearly, I said, I killed my own master!" Caster was stunned and emphasized.

"I hear you, so what does it matter? It must be that guy is too weak, if it is the demon king, he will not care about the betrayal of the witch. Duke said rightly.

"Hehe, in this way, there is still a demon king in front of me?"

"The Demon King is not a devil, at most a devil."

"The devil and the witch, the truth is matched!"

Listening to Duke's words, the two servants present had different expressions, Caster dismissively, while Lancelot nodded deeply and looked at Caster with a little sympathy.

Pathetic fellow, you think you're a bastard?

No, that's because you haven't met the Master yet!

"Okay, since you have no opinion, now let's sign the contract!" Duke said, lifting her hood covering her face at Caster's exclamation.

It was an unusually beautiful face, with delicate facial features, pointed ears that were clearly different from ordinary people, and a braid combed on the left ear. The long sky blue hair and pupils look a little girly, and the purple lip gloss forcibly enhances the sense of maturity.

A twinkle flashed in Caster's eyes as he said angrily, "Bastard, what are you doing?" ”

"It's a witch, it's even more beautiful than I imagined. Let me introduce myself, my name is Duke, and I am the Master you will serve next. Duke lifted his hand a little, his fingertips touching Caster's forehead.

The latter was about to struggle to dodge, but froze due to the surging magic that fused into his body.

What is it, magic?

How is it possible, this terrifying magic alone is also a god-like powerhouse in the mythological era...... Now that magic is in decline, why is there such a monster?

Caster's injuries healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he tried to spy on the total amount of magic left in Duke's body, and found that there was nothing to see, and there was no end in sight.

After replenishing the magic power in Caster's body, Duke stopped: "Where is the master-slave contract, it shouldn't be difficult for the magicians of the gods to draw up a contract, right?" ”

Caster didn't rush to take out the contract, and after putting the hood back on, he asked in a daze, "What are you?" Are you really a magician of this era? ”

"Hurry up, I can't wait for your knowledge."

Caster regretted a little, Duke's strength was unexpected, and if the other party made an order against her will, how would she respond? If you betray, can you succeed?

If it's a demon king, you won't care about the witch's betrayal!

Caster finally understood why Duke was so confident, because he didn't care at all!

(End of chapter)