This is already the second Servant to announce his real name in front of them. Although I don’t know what his intention is, this name is indeed a prestigious one that matches the current Caster.
But for Saber, she not only wants to clear up the current misunderstanding, but also wants to understand the mystery contained in Illya.
"Caster, he has the same job as you?! Do you know this person's real name? So you know him? Are you really the French Joan of Arc?"
Because Illya never said her real name, Saber used "this person" instead in order not to confuse her with the real Caster.
Illya directly chose to categorically deny Saber's question.
"Joan of Arc?! When did I say that I was Joan of Arc! And why was I the one who was burned at the stake?! I only roughly remember the name of this perverted murderer, I have never seen him at all.
Him! And he also asked if you were okay!"
"Me? I don't know him, and my name is not Joan of Arc."
After hearing the conversation between Saber and Illya, the real Caster said in confusion:
"How...could it be said that not only have you become two people, but you have also forgotten everything? Have you forgotten everything that happened during your lifetime?"
Saber began to feel a little tired of this unclear situation. So she looked at Caster seriously and said:
"Since you have given your name, I will also tell you my real name out of knightly etiquette. My name is Artoria, son of Uther Pendragon, King of Britain."
After taking a look at Saber who was serious and Caster who was looking at her with some hope, Illya shook her head helplessly and said according to Saber's format:
"Well... I don't want to continue this misunderstanding, so I'll tell you my real name. My name is Illya Allen Stein Trembel, the great alchemist Ferros Allen.
The daughter of Stein Trember, the Roman Orthodox 'god-holy-symbol'. The caster who violated the rules in this Holy Grail War. If you want to call me, just call me holy!"
Caster still stared blankly at the two women in front of him who reported his name. After being stunned for a while, he cried out.
"Oh oh! Oh wow ah ah!!"
The caster screamed desperately and kept hammering the ground in an awkward manner.
"How sad and sighing this is! Not only have I become two people, but I have also lost my memory and even lost my mind... You... you! God, why do you treat my beautiful
Women are so cruel."
"What on earth are you talking about? We are not..."
Although Saber still wanted to explain clearly to the other party, Caster's current state was completely incapable of listening to anything, and Illya already knew the result and looked at this person whom she defined as a pervert with an impatient expression.
A murderous guy.
"Joan Arc, it's understandable that you don't want to admit it. You were originally more pious than anyone else and believed deeply in God. But you were abandoned by God. When you were judged as a witch and executed by God,
I didn’t give you any help or rescue. It’s not unreasonable for you to be like this now.”
Because she was also included in Caster's fantasy, Illya originally wanted to see Saber's reaction for fun, but now she was completely in no mood to watch the show, and her disgust for Caster continued to creep into her heart.
The man in front of him didn't hear what they said at all. In other words, he didn't intend to listen from the beginning. Regarding Saber and Illya, he just made a random conclusion based on his own fantasy, and he believed in this conclusion.
Under the control of this thought, Caster couldn't listen to what they said at all.
"Wake up! Joan of Arc! Don't be confused anymore! You are the Saint of Orleans, Joan of Arc, the savior of France!"
"Okay, okay! Just stop it!"
"Shut up! You pervert!"
Saber and Illya, who couldn't stand it anymore, looked at Caster who was kneeling on the ground and scolded him with disgust.
"I am Saber. And you are Caster. We are both servants fighting for the Holy Grail. The reason why we met here is just because of this relationship."
"...Saber, it's useless to say anything to this man."
"Give up! This guy's head is completely broken! Long before he became a heroic spirit..."
Illya persuaded the King of Knights behind her back, and Illya also believed in this.
As a Saber, Artoria traveled through time and space as a heroic spirit and came to the present. Of course, she would not know what happened after her history. Moreover, when exploring Illya's life experience, it only involved some French Joan of Arc.
That's it, no in-depth investigation was conducted on this matter. Therefore, it was natural that we would not know about the crazy legend about Count Gil de Ray, known as "Green Beard".
Although Gilles de Rey ascended to the throne of marshal as the hero of France's national salvation, on the other side of his glory, he was addicted to black magic and pornography, and even tortured and killed hundreds of teenagers. He was known as
"Holy monster"...
Gil's final tragic fate was closely related to the death of the heroine Jeanne d'Arc who fought with him. Therefore, his dedication to Jeanne d'Arc was brought into the current Holy Grail War. Saber Artoria,
Caster Illya, there is no way of knowing how much they are similar to Joan of Arc, but they must be very similar to Jeanne. In any case, as a regular caster in this Holy Grail War, Gil is already convinced that Saber and Illya are
The person he missed. And there was no room for doubt.
"Joan of Arc, please stop calling yourself saber and holy. And don't call me caster. Soon we will no longer be bound by the shackles of this so-called servant. The Holy Grail War will be over soon!"
"That's just your wishful thinking."
This time, Irisviel retorted to Caster on behalf of Saber, who was too angry to speak, and Illya, who didn't want to talk to each other out of disgust.
"Hey, Marshal Gil, since you said the war is over, what's going on with the Holy Grail now?"
"It goes without saying that the Holy Grail that can fulfill all wishes is already in my hands."
Caster said proudly with a satisfied smile.
"My only wish is that Joan of Arc can be resurrected. Although Her Royal Highness the Saint has become two people, this wish has come true now! I don't even have to fight with anyone, my wish has become
Reality! Without even fighting, the Holy Grail has chosen me, Gil!"
A shrill sound of "ding" sounded. A burst of cold air suddenly appeared in front of Caster's eyes. Then there was a "bang" and a force of wind rushed towards him.
It was Saber's Wind Lord Barrier. Although Caster couldn't see it, he could feel the sword energy right in front of him. There was also the magic storm rising around Illya. He also felt the force that was constantly oppressing him.
The violent magical aura came.
"If you dare to be disrespectful to the treasures of our heroic spirits again! I will be rude next time. Caster!"
Although Saber tried her best to control her words, her voice was still full of sharp murderous intent.
"Come on, stand up. A knight cannot attack a kneeling person. If you are also a servant, put away your sophistry and rely on an upright fight to win the Holy Grail. Let me, Saber, be your first opponent.
"
"As expected, it is said that 'hearing is false, seeing is believing'. It was not until I saw the real version, including me, that I realized that you are so intolerably disgusting!"
Although I already had a certain understanding of the perversion of Caster in the Fourth Holy Grail War before me when I read the novel, I didn't expect that after including myself, the disgusting and disgusting feeling would actually become...
The square rose, and Ilia couldn't help but release her murderous intent.
"caster!"
Hearing this, Illya took Irisviel and took a few steps back. She knew that Saber was calling her and not that perverted murderer Gil de Rey.
"Don't worry! I won't interfere in your battle! And the same goes for you, Master. Just call me holy from now on! I don't want to get confused with that perverted murderer!"
Saber nodded gratefully towards Ilia, and her murderous eyes focused on Caster again.
Seeing this situation in front of him, the passionate fire in Caster's eyes suddenly disappeared.
His face, which had been distorted by excitement, gradually returned to calm. Caster raised his head and looked at Saber and Illya. The strong willpower contained in his eyes showed no signs of fading.
This is the look of determination in the dark. He just replaced his persistence with a firmer will.
"It seems like just talking with your mouth won't do... Is your heart still closed? Joan of Arc."
The sigh from before was no longer in Caster's gloomy voice.
"Then I'm very sorry. It seems that it is necessary to give you compulsory treatment. Anyway, I will make all preparations for you next time."
The black robe suddenly floated back, leaving a long distance between him and Saber. Caster stood up again and looked completely different from the one who was kneeling on the ground crying and wiping away tears just now.
His body exudes a tyrant's majesty that seems to be able to dye the entire earth red with blood... Not only the heroic spirits, but even the tyrants will feel the oppression of fear.
The man in front of him was definitely not an easy enemy to deal with, and his intuition told Saber, who was standing in front of Caster, that this was absolutely true.
"I promise you, Joan of Arc. The next time we meet, I will definitely...save you from God's curse!"
"Didn't you hear what I said? Pick up the sword and fight with dignity!"
In response to Saber's indifferent answer, Caster silently dematerialized and disappeared into the night.
After letting out a long breath, Saber also released her battle-ready state. Irisviel, who seemed to be exhausted, leaned on Illya's body exhausted.
"It's really tiring to fight against an opponent who can't explain clearly."
"That's true. But next time, if you kill him before you even speak to him, I'll be sick if I stay with that guy for a while longer."
"That's right! There is no cure for neurosis when it reaches that level! Killing it directly is the right way! You are asking for trouble by wasting so much words."
Although Caster had already left, Saber still said angrily, and Illya also echoed.
"Do you regret letting him run away so easily?"
"Yeah. Just when I was about to make him pay for his nonsense, he ran away."
"Yes! Although that guy is disgusting, he is surprisingly cautious!"
After the conversation between the three of them, a strange look suddenly flashed across the angry Saber's face, and then she frowned and said inadvertently.
"But to be honest, Caster's retreat may be considered a fluke for me tonight."
"Huh? Really?"
Irisviel was very surprised to hear Saber say such discouraging words. Illya could only helplessly stroke her forehead and said:
"Master! What kind of memory do you have! It's a curse! The curse of the 'Destroyed Yellow Rose'!"
"Oh! Yes! There is still that nasty curse! But isn't there Ilia as well!"
But Irisviel just nodded her head as if she was aware of it and handed over the responsibility to Illya with confidence. She also called her "Illya" by her real name, which was somewhat similar to her daughter's name, without asking.
Illya's previous remarks on the issue of address were simply ignored.
For an opponent like Caster who is good at magic warfare, Saber, who has the strongest anti-magic ability, is his most difficult opponent. Of course, Illya, who has super high magic attack, is an exception. If the two sides really start a fight, the job description will be as follows:
Saber should win overwhelmingly against Caster.
But Saber smiled bitterly and shook her head with an expression that she didn't fully understand.
"But that caster... has some differences. Or maybe he is a little different from ordinary magicians. Although I can't be sure... but it feels too dangerous to fight him with my left hand sealed."
Saber's sixth sense has also been strengthened to a certain extent due to the characteristics of her class. Since it is an enemy that even she feels is somewhat dangerous, Irisviel has to re-evaluate Caster. But Illya is as always except for
Apart from watching the show and helping out, she was not responsible for anything else. As for the Caster who disgusted her so much, she directly chose to forget about it, and just out of sight, as long as he no longer appeared in her sight.
Leave it alone.
"Anyway, first of all, it's Lancer..."
"Yes. But fortunately, Lancer is also a noble warrior. He neither runs away nor hides. He is also looking forward to the duel with me."
Although they are rivals, Saber resonates with Lancer's spirit. But even so, Irisviel still feels a little uneasy. After all, no matter how chivalrous the Servant is, his Master may not be.
Same as him.
And will the King of Knights, who is shackled as a servant, fight upholding the honor of the sword... Thinking of this, Irisviel couldn't help but become pessimistic.
"A duel between the sword knight and the spear knight? It should be interesting!"
Illya still has that heartless attitude of not caring about anything that matters to her.
