I was really scared to sit in this car. I was afraid that the car would overturn in the next second. I shrank in the back seat fearfully and didn't dare to make a sound.
I don't dare to move, I really don't dare to move.
Saber was also in a cold sweat at the front: "Well... Irisviel, why don't you hire a driver?"
Irisviel, the god of mountain racing in Akina, said: "No, it will be boring - no, I mean... it will be very dangerous."
Me: No, I heard you say it was boring.
Irisviel seemed to have found a suitable reason and argued confidently: "Yes! It will be very dangerous if we are attacked by the enemy at this time!"
…But I think it’s more dangerous for you to drive!
"Having said that..." Cold sweat dripped down Saber's head, "I think this car is still——"
Saber suddenly noticed something and her expression turned cold: "-Stop the car!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Mingshan's car god stepped on the brakes with a quick step.
The rear wheels of the car were in the air, and I was caught on the spot with my hands in the back seat. Ying Zheng's handsome face was suddenly covered with the backrest of the driver's seat.
I:"……"
…
Fortunately, this was in hero mode, otherwise my face would have been covered in nosebleeds and the bridge of my nose would have been broken.
I touched my nose and got out of the car with lingering fear.
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"Irisviel," Saber's expression was very serious, "please don't leave my side."
"This feeling..."
The beams of two car lights hit a strange figure with a stooped back.
The owner of the figure has a thin body, a slender neck, eyes that protrude outward like fish eyes, and fingers that are pointed and long, and skin like dry tree bark.
Saber's face darkened: "...he is also a Servant."
"Also a Servant?" Irisviel was startled.
"But aren't the seven great servants...already gathered?"
Assassin exits. The heroic spirit of the Tohsaka family is Archer. Today he met Ncer, Berserker and Caster, as well as Saber in front of him.
Irisviel's expression became serious.
"...the eighth heroic spirit appears."
I kind of want to whistle, and a little bit want to break out in a cold sweat. Anyway, I'm pretty good at it.
...The real caster is here!
I was caught red-handed as a fake!
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[Follow-up task has been triggered]
[The main line has been triggered]
[(Main Line) Follow-up Task 7: (Main Line) Please Summoner not to reveal the identity of non-Servant and non-Master]
[Task reward: 2 resurrection coins]
[Task description: Please do not let the summoner be detected as being outside the range of the Heroic Soul Seat.
In order to avoid the attention of Alaya and Gaia, you need to make the participants of the Holy Grail War think that your identity belongs to the dungeon system, so please do not let any contestants or heroic spirits notice it before logging out of the dungeon.
Come on and complete the mission, Summoner!】
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Do I still have to squeeze out the real caster?
I was stunned.
It's over, my conscience is a bit condemned.
Not only did you secretly use someone else's identity, but you also want to steal it and make it your own. Oh my god, it's so unreasonable!
My heart was severely tortured.
…
"I'm here to greet you, Saint." Caster stared at his big round eyes, put one hand on his chest, and performed a proper courtesy.
Under the illumination of the 2000-watt big light bulb and car headlights on my head, he was even more surprised at how ugly he was.
I made a visual inspection, and he should be looking at Saber.
After all, the look in his eyes was so fanatical that he couldn't ignore it.
I poked Saber: "Are you familiar?"
Caster immediately looked expectant, probably waiting for Saber to say "Yeah, this is my sweetheart", "My little bitch", "my honeysweet" and so on.
But he may be disappointed.
Saber looked strange: "I've never seen him."
"What!" Caster's already distorted face became even more distorted. He couldn't bear it and held his head, looking like he had been hit hard. "How is this possible? Have you forgotten my face?!"
Saber took a step forward: "This is the first time you and I have met, have you mistakenly recognized the person?"
I nodded secretly. This big brother's appearance is so recognizable. I'm sure he won't forget it after seeing him. He might even appear in his dreams to add a bit of horror. Saber will definitely not forget him if he really sees him.
Maybe he really recognized the wrong person. After all, I don’t know why. I always feel that Saber is a bit of a stranger. There is a feeling in the dark that tells me that many people may bump into her. Is it an illusion?
Caster held his head and began to collapse, making a sound like suffocation in his throat.
"It's me! It's me, Gilles de Rey!"
He stretched out his hand and waved it randomly in the air: "I just prayed for your resurrection and waited for the miracle of meeting you again! Even coming to the end of time again like this!!! - Joan of Arc!"
"...Joan of Arc?" Saber and Irisviel looked at each other.
"Joan of Arc?" Irisviel hesitantly suggested a name.
Saber shook her head and said to him: "I have never heard of your name, and I have no impression of the Joan of Arc you mentioned."
"Why!" Caster couldn't listen at all and was immersed in his own thoughts, "Why do you treat my holy girl like this! It's obvious that the Holy Grail has chosen me! It's obvious that my saint girl has been resurrected! I, Gil? De
?Thunder is the one who favors the Holy Grail——"
A crack appeared in the ground next to him.
"ah……"
Against the light, the blond girl looked stern, her silver armor firmly protected her fatal part, and she held an invisible sword in one hand:
"It's really ugly."
Saber slowly lowered the hand holding the sword, and the armor made a slight sound as it rubbed and collided.
"You have insulted the wishes of all heroic spirits in front of me and Caster. If you continue, I will not be merciful with the next sword!"
…
I was suddenly inspired.
Gil de Rei's godless eyes finally moved away from Saber and slowly turned in my direction. His eyes were so malicious and sticky that I almost got goosebumps.
"You said, you and caster?"
Watching the fun with my hands, I suddenly felt a cold sweat start to form on my back.
He slowly stood up, his expression suddenly calmed down, as if his mental illness was suddenly cured, his fish-like eyes turned twice, and finally stopped on me, without fear of being blinded by a 2000-watt light bulb.