Tomoki City, Fukayama Town!

Compared with the tall buildings in Xindu, Shinshan Town is much deserted, without the sense of urgency of the city at a fast pace, and only the tranquility and peace away from the hustle and bustle.

A black phantom passed by the ground, covered by the shadows of trees on both sides of the asphalt road. It was silent and extremely fast. If it weren't for careful attention, it would be difficult to be noticed.

After throwing away the pursuer behind her, caster was not at all happy, and even greater fear lingered in his heart. The enemy who was chasing her was not only Laner, but also the two of them were approaching quickly.

"Damn it! Why do unlucky things always happen to me..." He was chased by the laner in his worst condition. He finally got rid of the laner and encountered another pair of masters and servants. The caster felt that he was in trouble today.

The enemy's tracking ability made the caster complain. The interference magic left along the way did not serve at all, and the distance between the two sides continued to shorten. She had already speculated in her mind that if the enemy did not use the treasures that tracked the enemy, it would mean that the enemy had extremely high magic attainments.

No matter which one it is, the caster now cannot find a way to break the deadlock. It is her limit to being able to maintain her existence in the present world. If a caster really wants to fight and cannot use magic, he may not be able to compare with an ordinary person.

Finally, when passing through a forest, the only little magic power in the caster's body was exhausted. He could not maintain his lurking state. He wore a deep purple cloak and staggered forward for two steps, leaning against a big tree.

"This woods are the end of this Holy Grail Battle... I'm so unwilling to accept it!"

The bento must have memories, and the caster is no exception. The life that is unbearable to look back on is passing through her mind, making her hate her fate as unfair.

"In the end, it will be the same ending, driven away by others, used to be contemptuous 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 happy before the beginning of her unfortunate life. At that time, she was a carefree princess, with a happy family that she longed for and a goddess teacher who devoted herself to teaching magic.

Whoosh!

The strong wind blew, and two afterimages fell on the clearing ground in front of the caster. Duke and Lancelot were replaced with purple-black armor that had not changed for thousands of years, and the identity of the master and servant was obvious at a glance.

"I finally stopped. I thought you would run to Mount Yuanzang!" When Duke said this, he felt relieved. He was about to reach the Emiya family a little further away. If you can avoid it at this point in time, you can avoid it.

The caster didn't say anything, ignored Duke and Lancelot, quietly looked up at the sky, as if he felt her sadness, and God was very proud of his face and it rained.

Although it was a shower, the rainfall was obviously increasing. The raindrops formed a line of raindrops fell from the sky, and the cloak was wet. The rain slid down the cheeks, making it impossible to tell whether there were tears in it.

"Master, do you want to remove her from the list?"

"No, she is a magician of the God generation, and I need her abilities." Duke preached concisely, without any intention of hiding it.

In fact, he could completely pretend to be a steady man like Soichiro Katsuki and use mature and reliable caster strategies. However, he was very repulsive of the deceptive approach and was disdainful to add a layer of disguise to himself, so he gave up this method to achieve the fastest goal.

Caster's body trembled, and anger arose in her heart. She felt a strong sense of disgust for the man who planned to use her, and naturally classified Duke into the type of disgust.

"Master, do you know her real name?" Lancelot's eyebrows moved slightly. Why do you know everything?

"Princess Korkis in Greek mythology, Medea, the 'betrayed witch'!" Duke said as he walked right in front of the caster and sent an invitation condescendingly: "Are you interested in being my walk... a servant? After winning this battle, you can fulfill your wish with the Holy Grail."

The caster's vision of looking up at the sky was blocked, and he snorted coldly, 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 hands together, and seemed to be hated!

Lancelot came to Duke and first looked at the caster. The latter's body was mottled and he was obviously injured. A servant with poor melee ability could actually escape from the Laner gun. In Lancelot's opinion, it was incredible.

"Master! IMHO, she is a very dangerous woman, and it is not rational to subdue her." Lancelot shook his head. He had heard of Medea's name. The witch was not called for nothing. In Greek mythology, he was a cruel, useless evil woman who was good at using all kinds of tricks. She was not an ideal candidate for followers.

She lacks loyalty!

"Is that so? I think it's very personal!"

Lancelot didn't understand, but Duke knew very well that Medea's unscrupulous character was formed by resisting her own destiny. Due to the continuous betrayal, the soul was damaged, and she also fell into a witch who was good at betrayal. In essence, it was an immature girlish heart. As long as she got her trust, she would give everything, and loyalty would naturally be as much as possible.

"Do you want to be my master?" caster finally spoke.

Duke smiled and nodded, "Yes, you are the magician I have met the closest to the magician. I am very interested in the knowledge you have."

"Didn't you have a servant? Why do you still have to look for me, afraid that he will betray you?" caster sarcastically said.

"No, Xiaolan is different from you. He will win me 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 mastered. As the price of the transaction, I will share the victory with you."

"Hahaha, even though I know I am a betrayed witch, I dare to seek me as a servant. Should you say you are innocent or bold?" The caster continued to mock Duke, but it sounded more like a self-deprecating: "My previous master died and was killed by me. So you should understand. If you want to be my master, you must be prepared to betray me at any time."

Caster's lips curled up a contemptuous smile, waiting for Duke to show a shocked look, she longed to see this scene. Those who think they are self-righteous and confident can control her will not have a good end.

"Yes, your betrayal is welcome at any time."

Out of caster's expectations, Duke nodded with pleasure without hesitation.

"Did you not hear it 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 was a demon king, he wouldn't care about the witch's betrayal." Duke said for granted.

"Haha, so, is the devil in front of me still there?"

"The devil is not considered a devil at most."

"The devil and the witch are the truth!"

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

Sad guy, do you think you're a bastard?

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

"Okay, since you have no objection, let's sign the contract now!" Duke said, lifting her hood covering her face in the exclamation of the caster.

It was an extremely beautiful face, with delicate facial features without much mention, with sharp ears that were obviously different from ordinary people, and a braid was combed on the left ear. The long sky blue hair and pupils looked a little girlish, and the purple lip gloss forced the maturity.

The caster's eyes flashed with gloom, and he said angrily: "Bastard, what are you doing?"

"I am worthy of being a witch, more beautiful than I thought. Let me introduce myself. My name is Duke, and I am the master you will serve next." Duke raised his hand and touched the caster's forehead with his fingertips.

The latter was about to struggle to dodge, but the surging magic power that flowed into his body froze.

What is this, is it magic?

How is this terrifying magic power alone, in the mythical era, it is a powerful man like a god... Now that magic is declining, why does such a monster appear?

The endless magic power poured in, and the caster's injuries healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. He tried to peek at the total amount of magic power remaining in Duke's body, and found that nothing could be seen, endless and endless, no end could be seen.

After replenishing the magic power in the caster's body, Duke stopped: "Where is the Lord-slave contract? For magicians of the God-generation, it should not be difficult to draw up a contract, right?"

The caster did not rush to take out the contract and put the hood on again, and then he asked in a daze: "What are you? Are you really a magician of this era?"

"If you want to change the package, hurry up, I can't wait to have your knowledge."

caster regretted it a little. Duke's strength was unexpected. If the other party raised an order against her will, how should she deal with it? If the betrayal is successful?

If it were the devil, he would not care about the witch's betrayal!

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

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!