Traversed 99 Worlds at the Same Time

Fuyuki City, Miyama Town!

Compared with the high-rise buildings in Xindu, Shenshan Town is much deserted. It does not have the sense of urgency of the fast-paced city, but only the tranquility away from the hustle and bustle.

A black phantom flitted across the ground, covered by the shadows of trees on both sides of the asphalt road, silent and extremely fast, it would be difficult to be noticed if one did not pay attention deliberately.

After throwing off the pursuers behind her, Caster did not feel the slightest joy, and a greater fear lingered in her heart. The enemy chasing her was not only Lancer, but two other people were approaching at a fast speed.

"Damn it! Why do unlucky things always happen to me..." Being hunted down by Lancer in the worst condition, finally getting rid of Lancer, and encountering another pair of master and slave, Caster only felt bad luck today.

The enemy's tracking ability caused Caster to complain endlessly, and the interference magic left along the way didn't work at all, and the distance between the two sides kept shortening. She already speculated in her mind that if the enemy did not use the Noble Phantasm to track and lock the enemy, it meant that the enemy had extremely high magic attainments.

No matter what it is, the current Caster can't find a way to break the situation, her magic power is exhausted, and it is her limit to maintain her own existence in this world. In the event of a battle, Caster, who cannot use magic, might not even be as good as an ordinary person.

Finally, when passing through a forest, the little mana left in Caster's body was exhausted. Unable to maintain the latent state, wearing a dark purple cloak, he staggered two steps forward and sat down against a big tree.

"This forest is the end point of this Holy Grail War... I am so unwilling!"

There must be memories to kill, and Caster is no exception. The unbearable life flashed in her mind, making her hate that fate is so unfair.

"In the end, it was the same ending. I was wantonly expelled, used by others, and despised as a traitor... I obviously just want to win this war and return to my hometown."

The hometown that Caster refers to is the hometown when she was very happy before the unfortunate life began. At that time, she was still a carefree princess, with a happy family that she longs for now, and a goddess teacher who devoted herself to teaching magic.

Whoosh!

The strong wind hit, and two afterimages landed on the open space in front of Caster. They were Duke and Lancelot. Lancelot had put on the purple-black armor that has remained unchanged for thousands of years. The identities of the master and the servant were clear at a glance. .

"Finally stopped, I thought you would run all the way to Enzang Mountain!" When Duke said this, he was really relieved, and he was about to reach Emiya's house a little further away. then avoid.

Caster didn't speak, ignored Duke and Lancelot, and quietly looked up at the sky, as if sensing her sadness, God was so embarrassing that it rained.

Although it was showers, the amount of rainfall was clearly increasing. A line of raindrops fell from the sky and merged into the dry soil. Caster's cloak was wet, and the rain slid down his cheeks, making it impossible to tell whether it was mixed with tears.

"Master, do you want to remove her?"

"No, she is a magician from the Age of Gods, and I need her abilities." Duke said concisely, without any intention of hiding anything.

In fact, he could completely pretend to be a steady man like Soichiro Katsuki, and attack Caster with maturity and reliability. It's just that he was very repulsed by deceitful approaches, and didn't bother to put on a layer of camouflage for himself, so he gave up the fastest way to achieve his goal.

Caster's body trembled, and anger rose in her heart. She had a strong sense of dislike for the man who planned to take advantage of her, and she naturally classified Duke into the category of dislike.

"Master, do you know her real name?" Lancelot frowned slightly, why do you know everything?

"Princess Colchis in Greek mythology, the 'betrayed witch' Medea!" Duke said as he walked right in front of Caster, condescendingly sending out an invitation: "Are you interested in being my follower... Servant? After winning this battle, you can use the Holy Grail to fulfill your wish."

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

Duke spread his arms, as if he was hated!

Lancelot came to Duke's side, and first took a look at Caster. The latter was blood-stained, obviously seriously injured. To Lancelot, it was unbelievable that a follower with poor melee combat ability could escape from Lancer's gun.

"Master! With all due respect, she is a very dangerous woman, and it is unreasonable to want to subdue her." Lancelot shook his head. He had heard of Medea's name, and witches are not called for nothing. In Greek mythology Zhong is a cruel, unscrupulous, evil woman who is good at all kinds of tricks, not an ideal candidate for a follower.

She lacks loyalty!

"Really? I think it has a lot of personality!"

Lancelot didn't understand, but Duke knew very well that Medea's unscrupulous character was formed by rebelling against her own destiny. Due to continuous encounters with betrayals, her heart was traumatized, and she also degenerated into a witch who is good at betrayal. The essence is an immature girl's heart, as long as she gets her trust, she will give everything with all her strength, and the loyalty naturally needs to be as much as possible.

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

Duke smiled and nodded: "That's right, you are the closest magician I've ever met to a magician. I'm very interested in the knowledge you possess."

"Didn't you have a follower, why are you still looking for me, lest he betray you?" Caster sneered.

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

"Hehehe, knowing that I am a betrayed witch, you still dare to ask me to be your servant. Should I say you are naive or bold?" Caster continued to mock Duke, but it sounded more like self-deprecating: "My previous master died. Yes, I killed you. So you should understand, if you want to be my master, you must be ready to be betrayed by me at any time."

The corner of Caster's mouth twitched into a contemptuous smile, waiting for Duke to show a look of astonishment, she longed to see this scene. Those who are self-righteous and confident that they can control her will not end well.

"Yes, your betrayal is always welcome."

Contrary to Caster's expectation, Duke nodded without any hesitation.

"Did you not hear clearly, I said, I killed my Master!" Caster was a little surprised, and emphasized again.

"I heard it. What does that matter? That guy must be too weak. If he were the Demon King, he wouldn't care about the Witch's betrayal." Duke said naturally.

"Hehe, so the person in front of me is still a demon king?"

"The devil king is not considered, at most he is a devil."

"The devil and the witch, the truth matches!"

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

Poor guy, you think you're a jerk?

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

"Okay, since you have no objections, let's sign the contract now!" Duke said, and amid Caster's exclamation, he lifted the hood that covered her face.

It was an unusually beautiful face, with exquisite facial features needless to say, with pointed ears that were obviously different from ordinary people, and a braid around the left ear. The sky-blue long hair and pupils look a little girly, and the purple lip gloss forcibly enhances the sense of maturity.

A shadow flashed in Caster's eyes, and he said angrily, "Bastard, what are you doing?"

"As expected of a witch, she is even more beautiful than I imagined. Let me introduce myself, my name is Duke, and I will be the Master you will serve next." Duke raised his hand a little, and touched Caster's forehead with his fingertips.

The latter was about to struggle and dodge, but froze due to the surge of magic power flowing into his body.

What is this, magic?

How could it be possible, just this terrifying magical power would have been a god-like powerhouse in the age of mythology... Now that magic has declined, why does this kind of monster appear?

The continuous flow of magic power poured in, and Caster's injuries healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. He tried to spy on the total amount of magic power remaining in Duke's body, but found that he could not see anything, and there was no end to the endless.

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

Caster was not in a hurry 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?"

"If it's fake, hurry up, I can't wait to get your knowledge."

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

If he were the devil king, he wouldn't care about the witch's betrayal!

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