Simultaneous Travel: Becoming a Legend in the Heavens.

Chapter 467 Lancer, go and bring them here!

"Since I will be loyal to you in the future, you should understand that I will not defect to someone else because a better Master appears, or because of the shortcomings of my Master."

Lancer slowly exhaled, raised his twin pistols, and assumed a fighting stance:
"To fight for you, to die for you, this is my creed and my wish in this world. You are a very good Master, but I have to refuse your invitation."

"Enough talk, Caster!"

Lancer adopted an aggressive stance, his fighting spirit rising, and his tone was firm and powerful.

"If you win, please take my life and let me die loyally. If I am fortunate enough to win, I will repay your kindness and heal you."

"Hmm... Actually, I want all seven Servants to return to Valhalla at the same time, so don't even think about them being freed now."

Lu Ke looked at Lancer with some surprise, gaining a new understanding of this Servant who originally had few scenes.

A loyal lackey is indeed a hundred times better than a fence-sitter, and since someone like Kenneth can tolerate this much, it's no problem for him to do something outrageous.

"Do you know how I dealt with Archer?"

Upon hearing this, Lancer immediately became alert, carefully observing Luke's every move, including his eyes.

Thus, his thoughts vanished into nothingness.

…………

A celebratory banquet, accompanied by melodious music.

The tall crystal chandelier reflected the candlelight on the table, and the crowd, clinking glasses, raised their glasses in toasts. The soldiers' cheers were hearty and exuberant, and words of congratulations and praise flowed freely.

When he came to his senses, Dimurdo found himself in a lively banquet, dressed in a black and gray warrior's outfit with a pure white cloak on his back.

This was an outfit he missed dearly; it wasn't the Servant Lancer's outfit, but rather the attire of the hero named Dimurud before he faced his doom.

Surrounded by numerous figures, long forgotten yet gradually becoming clearer, Dimurd realized that these people were members of the Irish Order of Fiona, his comrades-in-arms who had created countless glorious chapters under the leadership of Grand Master Finn McCool.

Dimuludo's body trembled uncontrollably. He looked up in a panic and, as expected, saw the master at the front drinking wine with the guests, and the figure in a snow-white dress beside the master.

This is... Finn's engagement party with Princess Granny.

"Don't joke like that, Caster!"

Dimuludo looked around anxiously, lowering his voice, but received no response. The surrounding crowd was completely unaware of the "Chief Warrior's" abnormality and continued to drink and feast.

But nothing happened.

Just as he remembered, one by one, the guests around him collapsed, their drinks laced with a drug that caused them to fall into a coma by the seemingly harmless princess.

This stunningly beautiful princess, known for her gentle and dignified demeanor, was remarkably bold and decisive. She crossed the hall, her face filled with worry, and approached Dimuludo, asking him with concern.

"Dimurudo, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing... I'm leaving now!"

Dimu Ludo was pale and ready to flee the banquet when he heard the sad voice of a girl behind him.

"Diarmuid, if I give you my love, will you respond?"

“I must utter words that a young girl should not speak: Finn wants me to be his wife, but he is an old man, older than my father, and I have no love for him. But I love you, Diarmuid, and I beg you to save me from this abhorrent marriage.”

"Take me with you, let's run away together!"

Dirumdo's forehead was covered in sweat as he gave the same answer as he had given years ago.

“I’m sorry, I cannot love a woman who is already engaged to the lord. I am very surprised that you have taken a liking to me, but... but you cannot be my wife. Even if I were willing to take you away, there is nowhere for us to hide in this land.”

"No need for further words, Dimuludo, I know you're just saying one thing and meaning another."

Princess Grani boldly stepped forward, took Dimuludo's hand, and gazed affectionately at the warrior known as the "Radiant One."

"I place a geis on you, binding you with the solemn spells of the Druids, binding you with an oath that a true hero would never break: you must marry me before Finn and the others awaken from their slumber, and save me from this abominable marriage!"

Geis are the source of power for heroes in Celtic mythology. Geis are like their destiny; once discovered, or established by themselves or others, they must be obeyed. If they violate them, they will lose the power they gained from them and suffer the punishment of fate.

One of the prohibitions of Dimurdo is that "you must not refuse a woman in distress who asks you for help," which is undoubtedly a virtue of a truly upright knight, but now it has become a shackle binding him.

Princess Granny, bound by an unequal marriage, met this condition, and the restrictions she established as a person of noble birth were unbreakable.

It is a more severe and mandatory command than a Command Spell. Although there is an option to refuse, heroes who refuse usually only suffer a more miserable end.

"Caster, are you watching me from the shadows?"

Dimulu looked at the sky, the earth, and everything around him, trying to find Luke's figure, but to no avail.

Driven by the restrictions, Dimuludo had no choice but to don light armor, take his twin swords and twin pistols, leave the banquet, scale the towering city walls, and begin his escape with Princess Grani.

It was an exceptionally long journey.

Diarmuid spent the rest of his life on the move, and most of his legend was born during this escape. He traveled around with the princess, faced off against his former friends, but always restrained himself, and escaped danger many times with the help of his friends.

Although he and the princess were mutually attracted to each other, he would never touch the lord's fiancée, and the two would always sleep far apart, separated by stones.

"You were a formidable warrior when you were conquering cities and seizing territories, but in my opinion, you're not even as daring as this drop of water that splashed on me."

The princess, unable to satisfy her desires, made sarcastic remarks, but Dimurdo ignored them and silently left the uncooked raw meat to show that the lord's bride was still pure and chaste.

He hoped that after everything was over, he could return the princess to his lord intact.

Everything felt too real, and Dimuludo could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion. The relentless pursuit and predicaments numbed his mind, leaving him no time to think, and he simply continued his mechanical, repetitive escape.

The two fled for decades, and finally, with the mediation of the king, Finn chose to forgive Diarmuid, helped him up, granted him a land commensurate with his status, and allowed him to marry the princess.

Dimuludo did not weep with joy as he had before. He knew that his lord had never forgiven him, and the smile of forgiveness was just an illusion.

Who would believe that a man who has been wandering around with his fiancée for more than ten years has remained chaste? And who wouldn't mind if his fiancée became someone else's wife?

Finn secretly set up various traps and schemes to make things difficult for Dimurdo, but Dimurdo's extraordinary martial arts skills and abilities thwarted them one by one. However, this did not quell Dimurdo's jealousy, but instead made him even angrier.

Ultimately, through Finn's scheme, Dimurdo broke his oath of "not hunting wild boars" and fought against the powerful demon boar that his brother had transformed into after his death. Although he won, he was fatally wounded.

The members of the Knights pleaded with Finn to heal Dimurdo, just as he had healed the others; his reputation within the group was so high that Finn had no choice but to agree.

But Finn could never forget that Dimurdo had taken his fiancée away. An aging lion would never allow a younger and stronger lion to live. The well was only nine steps away, yet he deliberately spilled the water twice.

Dimuludo was on his deathbed. He calmly watched the figure turn around for the third time in the distance, and slowly closed his eyes amidst the pity of his friends.

When Finn brings the healing spring water again, his life will come to an end. This is... Dimurdo's destined fate.

"Aren't you being a little too docile? That doesn't quite suit my personality."

The sudden voice and the familiar address made Dimuludo open his eyes in surprise.

The whole world came to a standstill.

Flowing clouds, blowing wind, flowing blood, the pitiful cries of his companions, and Finn frozen in the turning frame. The only change is the addition of a figure, tall and handsome, dressed in clothing incongruous with the times, and with a faint smile on his face.

"Caster, it was you who did it all."

After a brief moment of shock, Dimuludo regained his composure, barely raising his neck as if to await his fate.

"Is this the move you used to defeat Archer?"

"I guess so. In the mental world, everything is determined by willpower. Archer couldn't beat me on a mental level, so he was defeated."

Luke chuckled, propping his head up with his hand: "But don't think that Archer's loss means he has a weak will. In fact, he is the strongest among you. He quickly learned how to shape this world without any instruction."

“A slightly weaker person, like you, would get trapped and easily dominated by me. Hmm... Although you are full of fighting spirit, your heart is very fragile. You remind me of a friend's brother-in-law.”

Dimuludo let out a sigh of relief, his gray eyes staring blankly at the sky, without arguing.

"You could have defeated me head-on, but instead you used the same tactics you used against Archer to drag out my shameful past and make me look at it all again. Do you find that interesting?"

"No, although I do have a bit of a wicked sense of humor sometimes, this time I just want to subdue you."

Lu Ke pursed his lips, looking rather disappointed in his son's lack of ambition.

"Given a second chance, he chose the same path as in his previous life. Knowing full well that Finn harbored ill intentions, he not only didn't betray him, but he still obediently returned to his side. This is blind loyalty, Dimurdo."

“Is that so? But if I were truly loyal enough, I wouldn’t have eloped with Princess Grani… From that day on, I was already a ‘traitorous knight,’ and no matter how loyal I became, it was irreversible.”

Dimuludo's eyes were dim, and his melancholy gaze was exceptionally deep.

“So what you really crave is not ‘loyalty,’ but ‘forgiveness.’ You just hope to gain your lord’s forgiveness through acts of loyalty.” Luke pointed out Dimuludo’s true desire incisively.

In the world of mental images, emotions are hard to hide. Dimuludo glanced wearily at Finn's back, his voice barely a whisper.

"But I can never get forgiveness."

"Not necessarily."

Luke raised an eyebrow, turned and strode over the frozen Finn, walked to the spring, scooped up the healing water, and sprinkled it on the wound before Lancer could react.

The cool touch carried a healing power, the fatal wounds disappeared in the blink of an eye, life force returned to the broken body, and the weakened hero returned to his peak.

"you……"

Dimuludo's heartbeat became strong again, his lips trembled, and he couldn't speak for a moment. After a while, he emphasized in a trembling voice.

"What happened here was just a figment of your imagination. Your kindness towards me was merely a tactic to try and subdue me. We are enemies, and even if you do this, I will not agree to follow you..."

His voice grew faster and faster, his fingers clenching the magic gun tightly, and his eyes blazed with a light, as if he were desperately denying something.

"Whatever you think."

Lu Ke casually snapped his fingers, his body vanished into thin air, and he withdrew from the world of mental images.

Time begins to flow again.

The murmurs of pity from his companions ceased upon seeing Dimurdo's healed injuries, and everyone's face showed astonishment. Finn, who was carrying the spring water for the third time, was also filled with surprise.

"Dimurudo, how did you recover?"

Dimu Ludo pursed his lips, then suddenly revealed a relaxed smile, with a carefree air of giving up, and spoke in a calm tone.

"It's nothing, Finn."

Dimurdo called him by his first name and stood up with a smile, as Finn's gaze turned somber.

"I've just discovered that you're no longer the dashing young man you once were, but an old man who plays with power and rhetoric, is skilled in intrigue and trickery, and is extremely narrow-minded."

.........

real world.

Lancer slowly opened his eyes, his gray pupils clear and bright. He looked at Luke, who remained relaxed, and let out a bitter laugh.

"I guess I really am an unfaithful knight."

He sighed, knelt down on one knee, and slowly lowered his head.

"Dimurudo Ua Duibhne, now appearing in the world as a Lancer, your will is my direction, and I will wield my twin pistols for you until the end of my life."

Lu Ke nodded seriously, straightened his back, and said, "Very good. As the captain of the NTR team, I approve your application to join the team!"

Lancer: "..."

Something feels off. Was all that gentle politeness just an act?

"Now, I'm going to give you your first task."

"Please give your instructions, and Dimuludo will certainly not disappoint you."

Lancer's expression turned serious; he was determined to complete the first task to the best of his ability.

"Great! I like your serious attitude."

Luke slapped his thigh and said happily, "Then bring Kenneth and Sora here right now."

Lancer: "..."

Hey!
"Master, may I ask how you plan to deal with Kenneth and Ms. Sora?"

After a moment of silence, Lancer asked a dry question.

"Hehehe, Lancer, why don't you just take a bold guess?" Luke hinted.

"Think carefully about our team's name, and you should be able to guess it."

Lancer shook his head repeatedly, his face full of difficulty indicating his resistance.

"Master, such a thing is truly damaging to your reputation. Please forgive me for having to advise you!"

"Even if you wanted to, you couldn't do it in front of Mr. Kenneth."

Luke rolled his eyes. "How can I take the Command Seals without Kenneth's presence, and make them your Masters, supplying you with magic?"

"...So that's it."

What were you originally thinking?

"Nothing at all!"

(End of this chapter)