Caster stared at me with his protruding eyes, but he was talking to Saber.
"Is your mind so unclear already? I am a servant of the caster class, and I am obviously bathed in the blood of living humans."
Caster tilted his head, as if his neck could not bear the weight of his head and was broken. He said: "——In other words, this [thing] confused you and made you forget the glorious but tragic past, and even wanted to start from it.
Are you taking away my presence from your memories?!!”
He got sick again, clutching his collar tightly, looking like he couldn't breathe: "That's right! This is the only way! This can explain why my holy girl——"
He took a deep breath, as if his chest had become a vacuum. The violent inhalation made his voice hoarse and hoarse: "--My holy girl!!! She doesn't remember me, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
--"
Caster was immersed in his own sorrow and began to cry.
"--Swish, swish, swish"
Caster, who was holding his head and roaring into the sky, suddenly stopped and decisively rolled to the side.
…
Golden lines spread rapidly on the ground, forming a circular formation. The golden sword blade cut through the void and sank directly into the ground like cutting tofu.
"...caster!"
Saber turned around sharply and saw that the white-haired young man was already floating in the air, with his outstretched arm pointed straight at the place where the golden sword formation appeared.
The golden eyes of the white-haired young man stared coldly at the servant who called himself Gil de Rey, his expression full of disgust, like an elegant nobleman who found cockroaches in his kitchen——
"Disgusting worm!"
"How dare you raise such a ridiculous question to me! In addition to the serious crime of insulting the emperor's title, you really should-"
Like the golden eyes of a god washed away by anger, they seemed to be flowing gold.
"--Kill you nine tribes!"
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I told you beforehand that I didn't intend to say this.
But Ying Zheng is worthy of being a hero that can only be bought with krypton gold. The coverage of the entire hero is terrifying. I want to say "fuck you, who are you calling me?", but when I really vomit
It was directly modified and processed when it came out.
I don’t know what the style is, but it sounds much more sophisticated than what I want to say.
But maybe the scolding didn't sound painful at all, and the tutor was so good that Caster didn't feel like he was being scolded at all.
No, it should be said that he didn't care to listen at all.
All he could think about was Saber.
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"My holy girl——"
He looked at Saber praying and expectantly.
"Are you willing to identify with me? Identify with your eternal follower Gilles de Ray, identify with my existence, my identity, and my beliefs! I -"
"I don't agree." Saber's face was expressionless.
"The breath of evil and filth, the frenzied and collapsed spirit, denying reality in the face of established facts, denying yourself, denying me, and Caster, you must be -"
Saber is righteous and awe-inspiring:
"-You must be the eighth heroic spirit summoned illegally!"
…
caster: "..."
I:"……"
…
Caster calmed down, no, rather than calm, it was more like a calm after the madness.
In layman's terms, this is called blackening.
"In this case..." His eyes lost their highlights.
"You have been brainwashed too seriously and need rough treatment. I will be prepared to come again next time."
"...Wait for me, my holy girl."
Caster slowly backed away: "I will definitely take back your memory and free your soul from God's curse!"
He put his hand on his chest and bowed, and the spirit transformed into a child and disappeared.
…
"Wait, Saber," Irisviel hesitated, "Is it right to draw a conclusion like this? If it were Kiritsugu, he would definitely confirm everything before..."
"Irisviel." Saber took off her magic armor and looked back at her.
"I don't believe that the Holy Grail that can grant my wish would summon such an evil and pathetic heroic spirit."
"Similarly," she looked at me again, "I believe in Caster, who has the bearing of a king."
Saber cast an affirmative look at me: "The frank king disdains lies. Compared with the enemies hiding in the dark, it is more obvious who I will give my trust to."
"..." Irisviel was thinking, maybe she had thought of something, and she nodded in agreement: "You are right."
She turned back to me and showed an apologetic and friendly smile:
"I'm sorry for having doubts about you. Now I truly believe in you and am willing to lend a helping hand to us who are isolated and helpless, and will not pursue my stupid offense-"
Irisviel was moved as she spoke, and her face was filled with gratitude:
"-You are the true king."
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I was originally the king.
I vomited in my heart, and then in a mood full of guilt and apology, I couldn't help but think: