Simultaneous Travel: Becoming a Legend in the Heavens.

Chapter 474 This time the cat doesn't need to do a backflip.

For Rider, who is currently in dire straits, securing sponsorship is undoubtedly a good thing. He laughed heartily and patted Luke on the shoulder like a close friend.

“You have good taste, Caster. Although this is a banquet for kings, I will make room for you.”

"I'm also looking forward to it a little."

Lu Ke smiled and nodded.

"It's just a little bit, but that tone is rather disheartening. In the past, many important figures couldn't even get a chance to attend the banquets I hosted..."

Rider stroked his beard, then suddenly leaned closer mysteriously, changing the subject abruptly.

"Hey Caster, didn't you say you were going to subdue all the Servants? It's rare to see me, aren't you going to give me some advice?"

"Rider!"

Webber staggered out from behind, letting out a frustrated cry, but Rider quickly subdued him.

"Hmm... I do have that idea, but it's not absolute. The main thing is that Rider, your beliefs, spirit, and soul are all quite stable. Your strength may not be as good as Archer's, but your stability is much better."

Luke chuckled and explained that he actually admired the King of Conquerors quite a bit, but given the King of Conquerors' personality, even if one became his servant, he wouldn't be very obedient, let alone follow the code of chivalry and respectfully submit like Dimurd and Lancelot.

Luke glanced at Webber, whose eyes were brimming with tears, and smiled gently:
"In other words, you are already a fully-fledged Servant. You don't really need to follow an excellent Master to grow. On the contrary, an immature Master will be attracted by your figure and will follow you without realizing it."

Weber: ...

I felt like I'd been provoked, but I didn't dare to talk back.

"You can see it so clearly. I now believe that my future self was once your Servant."

Rider laughed heartily upon hearing this, clearly agreeing with the assessment.

"It's so convenient and time-saving to have your sponsorship. I should go and inform Saber and that golden-haired guy. I was worried that I wouldn't have time to inform everyone. You've done me a great favor, Caster."

“No problem. I’ll also let Saber know for you. I was just about to go see her anyway.” Luke nodded and offered to help.

Dimurdo and Lancelot's expressions changed slightly. They glanced at each other, their eyes meeting with a hint of tension. But remembering what happened yesterday, they lowered their heads in silence.

If they start arguing again, they'll have to kiss.

Noticing these subtle and imperceptible changes, Rider was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly realized what was going on. He looked Lu Ke up and down for a while, then gave a knowing smile and winked.

"Knight King is an excellent Servant. Her heroic fighting style is truly admirable. I wish you success in subduing her soon."

“It’s not about subjugating you, it’s about making you ‘partners’ again. You are all my partners.”

Luke pretended not to see Rider's slightly lewd smile and politely said a few nice words.

"I also miss the days when I fought alongside Saber."

Although she never appears in the main story of FGO, she only exists in a few panels of flashbacks and brief texts that leave no impression.

There's no way around it; such an important old character has full sentimental value. If the main storyline runs out of steam or revenue is too low in the future, releasing related storylines can boost revenue.

As they were saying their goodbyes, Weber mustered his courage and called out to Luke.

"Um, Caster, what's wrong with Director Kenneth?" He glanced nervously at Dimurd, who should have been Kenneth's Servant, and stammered out the question.

Lu Ke paused, looking at the young man who hadn't yet succumbed to overwork, a mischievous urge welled up inside him, and he shook his head with a look of regret.

"I'm sorry, he attacked as soon as he saw me, and died in my counterattack."

Dimuludo lowered his head, pretending not to hear.

"What?! Chief Kenneth is dead?!"

Weber seemed to have suffered a major blow, his expression dazed, filled with shame and regret, unable to believe that his mentor, Kenneth, the genius magician of the prestigious Archibald family and one of the twelve monarchs of the Clock Tower, had died so simply.

Lu Ke nodded heavily: "He's completely dead. Before he died, he kept calling your name, saying it was all your fault for stealing his holy relic, otherwise he wouldn't have ended up like this."

"I...I didn't mean it this way. I just wanted to prove myself and gain his approval!"

Weber finally burst into tears, unable to stop the snot and tears from flowing.

He actually respected Kenneth quite a bit, after all, he was indeed a true magic genius with remarkable achievements and top-notch teaching skills.

Kenneth's thinking was rather traditional; he always believed that the longer a magic family had been passed down, the stronger the inherited magic imprint, and the more outstanding the magician would become. He didn't think much of a magician like Webber, who came from an unknown magic family.

Young people always want to prove themselves, and Waver couldn't stand this kind of thinking, which is why he stole the Holy Relics to participate in the Holy Grail War.

"Alright, stop teasing my Master."

Rider glared at Luke and explained helplessly to Webber.

“Now that you’ve accepted Lancer, Caster certainly won’t kill the original Master to make things difficult for him. I was just teasing you earlier, right, Caster?”

Weber, who was crying, suddenly got stuck in the middle, unable to go up or down, and stared blankly at Luke.

Lu Ke shrugged. "He needs to know that he should think twice before he acts in the future. It's a bit abstract to think he can prove himself without any problems by stealing his mentor's relics to participate in the competition."

"Even if you win against Kenneth, it will only be because his relics are of high quality, and our small family really can't produce Alexander the Great's relics. You can't prove anything."

Weber was a little confused. "Then, how can I prove that Professor Kenneth's view is wrong?"

Lu Ke sighed and replied, "Silly child, how can a mere ten years of hard study compare to someone else's hundreds of years of effort? The fault lies not with him, but with you!"

click-

The young people, still in their ivory towers, turned ashen. They shattered gently.

Rider was exasperated. He glared at Luke again with an accusing look, picked up the sobbing Master with one hand, and hurriedly left, secretly marveling at Caster's cunning.

If you can't shake his heart, then you'll have to target Waver. If Waver's resolve crumbles and he wants to withdraw from the Holy Grail War, then the only way to avoid being eliminated is to follow Caster.

"My lord, please...please refrain from teasing others in the future, as it is unbecoming of you."

Dimuludo hesitated for a moment, but couldn't resist. Based on the principle that one should offer reasonable advice to one's lord, he still mentioned it.

Luke glanced at Dimuludo, said nothing, and then looked at Lancelot.

"Xiaolan, do you think Xiaodi is right?"

The increasingly wise Lancelot bowed respectfully, his tone sincere:
"Of course not. Your words and actions are the only correct answer. Dimurdo is too talkative. As a knight, he should not disobey the king's will."

"Makes sense!"

Lu Ke slammed his right fist into his left palm. "Shouldn't we punish him?"

"That's your decision, of course, but I think I definitely couldn't stand it if it were me!" "Alright, then I'll punish you by making you do volunteer work for a day, using two brushes as a painter."

Dimurdo: ...You despicable treacherous minister!

He was completely fooled by Lancelot. This was no noble "Knight of the Lake" at all; he was utterly despicable!

Watching Dimurdo leave in frustration, Lancelot smiled slightly. But just as he was feeling smug, Luke's quiet voice suddenly rang in his ear.

"I'm going to see Saber. Ran, would you like to come along? Don't worry, I'm a very open-minded Master. I don't mind if you and your master catch up."

Lancelot froze, the scene of his opponent utterly thrashing him in his berserk state vividly flashing before his eyes, filling him with unbearable shame. He had clearly hoped his opponent would kill him, but instead…

Considering that Luke's strength meant he didn't need protection at all, Lancelot hesitated for a moment before volunteering.

"Master, I want to be a volunteer too!"

Lu Ke readily agreed, waving his hand: "Alright, then you can be a welder!"

Lancelot: ...Why a welder?
…………

The northern part of the commercial street.

Amidst the flashing neon signs and the dense crowds, two striking figures walked down the street. The exquisitely beautiful woman, as delicate as a doll, and the dashingly dressed man, dressed as a woman, created a stunning spectacle, attracting an astonishing number of admiring glances.

Irisviel looked with great interest at every shop, every display case, and every attraction being advertised, seemingly wanting to try them all. Saber, like a knight guarding a princess, stayed by her side with gentle eyes.

"Alice, is shopping all we need to do today? Does Kiritsugu not have any plans for me to do?"

While Irisviel was trying on clothes, Saber asked in a low voice, clearly not used to such an easy job.

"Since Kiritsugu didn't say it, then it must not be true."

Irisviel casually picked out clothes, replying, "It's a rare opportunity to come to this era, Saber, you can see more of the world. Life is short, cherish your time."

Saber smiled helplessly. She answered the call with the mission of winning the Holy Grail War and wishing to rewrite the history of Britain. If she failed, there would be no point in coming here.

"Saber, do you think this one looks better or this one?"

Irisviel picked up a finely crafted red dress embroidered with intricate patterns and compared it to a similar style in black.

Don't you usually wear white clothes?

"Sometimes I want to change my style."

Irisviel held up two outfits in front of the mirror, seemingly quite distressed.

"I think the black one looks better; it complements your skin tone."

A clear male voice rang out, as soft as a whisper, as delicate as a wisp of smoke, with a mellow and gentle tone that was exceptionally pleasant to listen to.

"Really? I think so too. It's a kind of novelty that comes from the contrast."

Irisviel was quite satisfied with the answer, and nodded with a smile. A few seconds later, she realized that what she had just said didn't seem to be Saber's.

She turned her head and saw Saber, whose eyes were slightly wary and who now held an invisible sword, and Luke standing in front of Saber.

"Irisviel, you would look better in black than white."

Luke smiled and offered his advice, a genuine opinion that the black cup was more tempting than the white one.

"Thanks for the suggestion. I'll give it a try."

Saber, standing nearby, interrupted their conversation, adjusting the angle of her sword and aiming it at Luke, clearly intending to decide her course of action based on his answer.

"Caster? What brings you here all of a sudden? Was it a chance encounter, or did you come here specifically to challenge me?"

You don't even need to compare to know I'm taller, right? You're a negative number... Swallowing the dirty joke that was about to come out of his mouth, Luke ignored the sword pointed at him and smiled at Saber.

"Long time no see, Saber. I remember you promised me last time that I could call you Master?"

Saber was clearly unmoved by such a witty remark.

"Don't worry, even if a war breaks out, I wouldn't choose a place with a lot of people like this. The Holy Grail War is conducted in secret, have you forgotten?"

Saber: ...Is there such a setting?
After a few seconds of stalemate, Saber, having confirmed that Luke meant no harm, released her sword. Her beautiful face remained calm as she gave Luke a slight nod.

"So, Master, what brings you here?"

The Knight King valued his promises highly. Although it felt a little awkward to call him that, he overcame it and quickly adapted to the way he was addressed.

Luke smiled and relayed the message: "Rider plans to hold a royal banquet, where you kings will discuss the fate of the Holy Grail. I'm informing you on his behalf."

Saber hesitated slightly, seemingly thinking that obtaining the Holy Grail without bloodshed was a viable option, and then slowly nodded.

"Okay, I understand. Thank you for letting me know."

She glanced behind Luke, and after not sensing the Servant's presence, she pursed her lips.

"I heard that Lancer and Berserker have already come under your command?"

"That's right. I had a friendly discussion with their Master, and since they both preferred to work for me, they'll be working under me for the time being."

Luke's casual reply made it seem like a trivial matter.

Saber was filled with mixed feelings. Lancer Dimurdo was a noble warrior, an opponent she recognized as being of equal caliber, but now that he had defected to the enemy, it somewhat affected Saber.

More importantly, Lord Lancelot, the chief knight of the Round Table and the knight she trusted, had already betrayed her once in his lifetime, and now they were going to fight each other again, which was heartbreaking.

"I still have an unfinished battle with Dimurdo, and I also have some things to discuss with Lord Lancelot. Could you tell me where they are?"

As expected of the King of Knights, Saber quickly composed herself and asked in a deep voice.

"They've gone to complete the task I assigned them and won't be back today. Their whereabouts will also be uncertain afterward. If you want to see them sooner, would you like to wait at my hideout?"

Lu Ke's lips curled into a subtle smile, his tone gentle, his magnetic voice possessing a trustworthy magic.

Saber seemed somewhat hesitant, partly out of caution, and partly because she always felt uneasy when she was with Luke.

As a descendant of the King of Britain, she possesses the "blood of the Red Dragon," with her heart channeling the blood of the Red Dragon throughout her body, and magic surging and boiling within her.

Ironically, this exceptional "Dragon's Heart" always felt completely suppressed when facing Luke, causing her dragon-like side to generate instinctive emotions such as trembling, obedience, and fawning.

"Thank you then. Can I join you?"

Seeing Saber hesitate, Irisviel took a deep breath, stepped forward, and accepted Luke's invitation.

(End of this chapter)