"Saber. That's --" the place illuminated by Mercedes headlights at the front of the road. A strange figure appeared. Alice Phil, who saw this, cried out at once.

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

It is a luxurious long gown with ancient style. The dark texture is dotted with blood like crimson patterns. The unusually large pupils make it easy to think of nocturnal animals. Even if we exclude these strange places and don't look, such a person at such a time and place will not be an ordinary passer-by.

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

Saber quickly analyzed the current situation and said to Alice Phil, "you'll come down as soon as I get off. Anyway, don't stay too far from me."

If the other party is a servant, the steel pipe frame car is just as fragile as a carton to the other party. If you stay in the car, you will be unprepared. In short, it's better to move to a position where you can defend against each other's attack.

With this in mind, saber opened the door and walked into the cold night. The night wind rustled the trees, and the air was mixed with the smell of tires burning due to friction.

The figure in front of me is different from any I have seen before. If it's a servant you haven't met yet, it should be caster or assassin... But from his performance, it should be caster. Saber thought.

Caster bowed his head respectfully, knelt on the tarmac like a courtier to the king and said, "you've been waiting for a long time, your highness."

"Huh...?" saber is getting more and more confused about the situation. Although she was once a king, she also accepted the kneeling ceremony of countless heroes. But he had no impression of the man in front of him. There was no such man among her former ministers.

First of all, the name "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 Alice Phil, who got down from the car, hid behind saber, who was nervously guarding, and looked at the man in front of her quietly.

"Saber, do you know this man?"

"No, I have no impression of him -"

It seemed to hear saber and Alice Phil whispering. Cast looked up and said, "Oh, how can you say that. Don't you remember me?"

For his more irrelevant words, saber said unhappily: "anyway, it's the first time I've met you - maybe you've made a mistake, you know the wrong person."

"Oh, woo woo..." caster sobbed as if he was very sad, holding his hair in both hands. The expression that had been very happy just now suddenly and dramatically changed into an extremely embarrassed and depressed look. From this alone, we can see that he is a moody and dangerous man.

"I am your most loyal servant forever, Jill de ray! I have been looking forward to your resurrection and waiting for the day when I can meet you again. That's why I came here, Joan of arc!"

Alice Phil opened her mouth in surprise when she heard the man's words.

"Jill de ray...?"

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 in more confusion: "how... 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 reported your name, I will tell you my real name out of Knight etiquette. My name is altoria. The son of Uther Pendragon, the king of Britain."

Caster still stared at the girl with a chest and proudly reported her name in front of her. After being stunned for a while, she cried out: "Oh, oh, wow!"

Caster whined desperately and hit the ground with an unnatural hammer.

"How sad and sighing it is! Have you not only lost your memory, but even 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 were more pious than anyone and believed in God more than anyone. But you were abandoned by God. God didn't give you any help and rescue when you were judged to be a witch and executed. It's not unreasonable for you to do so now. Wake up! Joan of arc! Don't be confused! You're the saint of Orleans, France My savior Joan of arc! "

"All right, all right! Enough is enough!" saber, who can no longer stand it, scolded caster with disgust on his knees.

"I'm saber. And you're caster. We all fight for the Holy Grail, servant. The reason why we meet here is just because of this relationship. Please leave immediately! If you don't leave again, don't blame my ruthlessness under the sword!"

The fanatical flame in caster's eyes suddenly disappeared. Just now, his face distorted by excitement gradually returned to calm.

At first, caster saw that Saber's strong willpower contained in its vision, but there was no sign of decline.

With the eyes of dark determination, he just changed his persistence into a more firm will.

"It seems that it's impossible to just say with your mouth... Is your heart still closed? Joan of arc" there was no sigh in caster's gloomy voice.

"I'm very sorry. It seems necessary to give you compulsory treatment. Anyway... I'll make everything ready for you next time."

The black robe suddenly drifted back, leaving a long distance from saber. Caster, who stood up again, was very different from the way she had just knelt on the ground and wept. He exudes a bully power that seems to be able to dye the earth red with blood... Not only the spirit, but even the tyrant will feel the sense of fear and oppression.

The man in front of him is definitely not an easy enemy - his intuition tells saber standing in front of caster, which is absolutely right.

"I promise you, Joan of arc! Next time we meet, I will... Save you from the curse of God!" cried, castor's body turned into magic, disappeared, and everything was quiet again.