"Hey, you bastard, what do you want to do?"
Saber Alter punched the rude man who had lifted her up, struggling fiercely.
Could this bastard be planning to do something indecent to her?
As a Reverse Servant tainted by Black Mud, Saber Alter never stooped so low as to guess human intentions in the cruelest way possible.
Especially not this Arthur from an unknown world line.
"What can I do?"
Aslan said amusedly, but didn't stop his movements. After all, although the people here had been cleared away,
This place was still in a residential area, on the streets. If he truly allowed Artoria to release that beam earlier, who knew how many people here would have been injured.
"Of course, I'll teach a lesson to this disobedient little fan."
Aslan said with a smile.
Manaka also followed beside Aslan with great interest. She was extremely curious about what Aslan would do. She was certain it would be very entertaining.
After all, wasn't this part of their date too? Fighting by the prince's side—what could be sweeter in the world?
As for Irisviel, worried about Artoria, after hesitating briefly, she immediately followed.
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Fuyuki City, in an abandoned, sparsely populated warehouse at the dock.
Aslan clapped his hands and unceremoniously dropped Saber Alter, whom he had carried on his shoulder, without a shred of chivalry.
This made Saber Alter glare at him angrily.
"You bastard, you still dare call yourself a knight. You don't have an ounce of knightly honor."
After all, no one would consider a person who silently carries someone and then immediately drops them on the ground to possess any knightly honor.
Saber Alter brushed the dust off her body and pointed Excalibur, wrapped in Invisible Air, toward Aslan.
"So, Richard, haven't you felt it yet? This clear, surging Mana."
Aslan gently patted Saber Alter's shoulder and pressed down on the sword in her hand.
Honestly, among all the Artorias, he found this Saber Alter the most interesting.
As he spoke, Aslan looked up and saw a purple figure standing on the Dragon Gate, holding a red spear.
"I didn't expect the Lancer appearing in this Holy Grail War to be you, Shishou?"
Aslan said with slight surprise. Although he said he was surprised, he wasn't actually that surprised.
After all, only a few existences could make Merlin unable to determine their identity.
"Shishou?"
Scáthach tilted her head in confusion. The next second, she immediately jumped down from the Dragon Gate and carefully observed Aslan.
"I don't recall ever teaching you?"
Scáthach tried to remember. Although she had lived long enough, and many memories had faded over time, if she had truly taught Aslan, it should have left a fairly deep impression.
"Someone as beautiful and strong as you—if I had taught you, it would surely have left a lasting memory."
After all, with a body like that, as long as combat skills were already proficient, under her guidance, it wouldn't be difficult for him to gain the power to kill her.
"Shishou never taught me, but we could say we have quite a deep fate."
The helper, attendant, head butler, and head knight of Queen Halloween were all Scáthach.
When he finished playing in this world and returned, Aslan would certainly deal with Queen Halloween and Scáthach. So, was this an early introduction?
The legend of King Arthur seemed to be an important part of Celtic mythology.
"That's right. If I were still within the world, I might be very pleased to accept you as my disciple."
Scáthach didn't deny the fate between her and Aslan. She was essentially the most famous hero mentor in Celtic mythology. When she saw talent, she naturally became interested.
Right now, the Aslan before her was an unpolished rough stone.
No, it couldn't be said that way. More precisely, he was a fine jade embryo.
"Who was your previous teacher? Your foundation is very good."
"Since you call me Shishou, I must take responsibility as a teacher."
Scáthach licked her lips. It had been so long since she last trained... educated a disciple, so she became interested now.
If that Demon God had never appeared, polishing this rough stone into a precious jade wouldn't be bad either.
"I don't think so. I don't have much interest in becoming a Warrior."
A true mage—who bothers playing melee? He wasn't Merlin, who'd even bite his tongue while chanting incantations.
"Actually, I descended with the Caster class."
"Hah?"
Artoria froze.
(You have strength like this and you call yourself a Caster?)
(Are you kidding me!)
Don't just say Artoria—even Irisviel and Scáthach stared at Aslan in shock.
Wasn't it said that the Caster attribute was the weakest? But you held back Saber with one hand and call yourself a Caster?
"Why, don't you believe me?"
Aslan looked at the people who had absolutely no faith in him and shook his head helplessly.
Who is the true Caster practicing magic?
The Axe King of Uruk, the Fist King of Israel, the Sword Saint of Britain (Gilgamesh, Solomon, and Merlin). Do you know them?
They were all Grand Casters, the benchmark in the world of Casters.
"Then what about this Holy Sword of the Star?"
"This is a Staff, ah?"
"What about this armor?"
"This is a Robe. As a Magus, I'm afraid of close-range attacks, so it's fine if I turn my Staff into a Holy Sword and my Robe into armor, right?"
Aslan spread his arms and said casually.
"So, did you know from the beginning that we're also King Arthur?"
Saber came online and questioned Aslan. Then what he said earlier—that he was her fan?
Was the other party just playing with her?
"Umm."
Aslan unconsciously nodded, then quickly realized he seemed to have said something wrong.
"No, no. How could a girl become a king."
But at this moment, Artoria had no intention of listening to Aslan's explanation. She raised Excalibur and slashed.
Then she was easily caught again by Aslan. After all, the difference in physical condition was too great.
"So, wouldn't it be better to quietly become my fan?"
Aslan shook his head helplessly, if one ignored the smile on his face.
Actually, he had been eyeing Saber for a long time.
Although he could switch Ids by changing different Planeswalker cards, and he could also be revived with the help of Planeswalker cards,
There was one thing he couldn't do—he only existed as one. He couldn't be in two places at once.
But with Queen Halloween's nature and intelligence, Aslan might realize that he wouldn't betray Shiroyasha, and wouldn't hide anything from her.
So she would certainly seek amusement elsewhere, like creating situations where his two identities appeared together at any time.
So it was better to prepare a Stand-In as a precaution.