A black shadow passed across the ground, hidden by the shadows of the trees on both sides of the asphalt road. It was silent and moved at an extremely fast speed. If one was not paying close attention, it would be difficult to notice it.

Having shaken off the pursuers behind her, Caster did not feel happy at all. Instead, a greater fear lingered in her heart. The enemy chasing her was not only Lancer, but there were two others approaching her rapidly.

"Damn it! Why do bad things always happen to me..." Being chased by Lancer when in the worst condition, and finally getting rid of Lancer, Caster encountered another pair of master and servant. He just felt that he was unlucky today.

Caster complained bitterly about the enemy's tracking ability. The interference magic left along the way was of no use at all, and the distance between the two sides kept shortening. She had already guessed in her mind that if the enemy was not using a tracking treasure, it meant that the enemy had extremely high attainments in magic.

No matter which one it is, Caster can't find a way out now. Her magic power is exhausted, and being able to maintain her existence in the world is her limit. If a real battle were to occur, Caster, who can't use magic, would probably be no match for an ordinary person.

Finally, when passing through a forest, the remaining magic power in Caster's body was exhausted. Unable to maintain his hidden state, he staggered forward two steps in his dark purple cloak and sat down against a big tree.

"This forest is the end point of this Holy Grail War... I'm so unwilling to accept this!"

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

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"Hehe, knowing that I'm a traitorous 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-mockery: "My previous Master died, and I killed him. So you should understand, if you want to be my Master, you must be prepared to be betrayed by me at any time."

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

Caster's body trembled, anger rising in her heart. She had a strong dislike for men who planned to use her, and naturally put Duke in the category of dislike.

"I heard it, so what does it matter? That guy must be too weak. If it was the Demon King, he wouldn't care about the witch's betrayal." Duke said as a matter of course.

Pathetic guy, you think you are a bastard? No, that's because you haven't met the Master yet!

Caster's view of the sky was blocked. He snorted coldly and turned his head away. He didn't want to say a word to Duke. Even though his real name was revealed, he didn't take it to heart.

"No, Xiaolan is different from you. He will help me 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 price of the deal, I will share the victory with you."

"The devil and the witch, the truth goes with them!"

Lancelot came to Duke and first looked at Caster, who was covered in blood and obviously seriously injured. It was incredible to Lancelot that a servant with poor melee ability could escape from Lancer's gun.

The endless flow of magic power continued to pour in, and Caster's injuries healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. He tried to peek into the total amount of magic power remaining in Duke's body, but found that he could see nothing. It was endless and there was no end in sight.

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

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

Duke nodded with a smile: "Yes, you are the magician closest to a magician that I have ever met, and I am very interested in the knowledge you possess." "Don't you already have a servant? Why are you still looking for me? Are you afraid that he will betray you?" Caster said sarcastically.

She lacks loyalty! "Really? I think she's very unique!"

Whoosh! A strong wind blew, and two afterimages fell on the open space in front of Caster. They were Duke and Lancelot. Lancelot changed into the purple-black armor that had never changed for thousands of years. The identities of the Master and the Servant were clear at a glance.

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

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

Caster's eyes flashed with gloom, and he said angrily: "Asshole, what are you doing?"

Contrary to Caster's expectations, Duke nodded without hesitation.

"You finally stopped. I thought you would run all the way to Mt. Enzo!" Duke felt relieved when he said this. If they went a little further, they would almost reach the Emiya family. It would be better to avoid it at this point.

"Yes, your betrayal is always welcome."

Lancelot didn't understand, but Duke knew very well that Medea's unscrupulous character was formed by resisting her own fate. Due to continuous betrayal, her heart was hurt, and she also degenerated into a witch who was good at betrayal. In essence, she was an immature girl. As long as she gained her trust, she would do her best to give everything, and naturally she would be as loyal as she wanted.

Every lunch box brings back memories, and Caster is no exception. Her life, which she cannot bear to look back on, flashes through her mind, making her hate that fate is so unfair.

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

Caster said nothing and ignored Duke and Lancelot, looking up at the sky quietly. As if sensing her sadness, God was kind enough to start raining.

"He's not even a demon king, at most he's a devil."

Duke spread his hands, seemingly being disliked!

"The princess of Colchis in Greek mythology, the 'witch of betrayal' Medea!" Duke said as he walked right in front of Caster and condescendingly invited him, "Are you interested in being my Servant? After you win this battle, you can use the Holy Grail to fulfill your wish."

"Master, do you want to remove her?"

It was an exceptionally beautiful face, with delicate features that need no further explanation, and pointed ears that were clearly different from those of ordinary people, with a braid next to the left ear. The sky-blue hair and pupils looked somewhat girlish, and the purple lip gloss forcibly enhanced the sense of maturity.

What is this, magic? How is it possible? This terrifying magic alone would make him a god-like power in the mythological era... Now that magic is declining, why would such a monster appear?

"Haha, so the one in front of me is still a demon king?"

In fact, he could have pretended to be a steady man like Soichiro Kuzuki and conquered Caster with his maturity and reliability. However, he was very repulsive to approaches that were deceptive in nature and disdained to add a layer of disguise to himself, so he gave up this fastest way to achieve his goal.

Although it was a shower, the rainfall was clearly increasing, and 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 there were tears mixed in.

Caster raised a contemptuous smile at the corner of her mouth, waiting for Duke to show a look of astonishment. She was eager to see this scene. Those who were self-righteous and confident that they could control her would never have a good ending.

"Master! Excuse me for being blunt, but she is a very dangerous woman. It is not rational to want to subdue her." Lancelot shook his head. He had heard of Medea's name. The witch was not called that for nothing. In Greek mythology, she was a cruel, unscrupulous evil woman who was good at using all kinds of evil schemes. She was not an ideal candidate for a servant.

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

"In the end, it was still the same outcome. I was wantonly driven away, exploited, and despised as a traitor... I just wanted to win this war and return to my hometown."

"Didn't you hear me clearly? I said, I killed my own Master!" Caster was a little surprised and emphasized it again.

Caster didn't rush to take out the contract. After putting his hood back on, he asked in a daze, "What are you? Are you really a magician of this era?"

"It's the truth. Hurry up. I can't wait to get your knowledge."

Caster felt a little regretful. She had never expected Duke to be so powerful. If he gave her an order that went against her will, how would she respond? Would betrayal succeed?

If he were the Demon 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! (End of this chapter)