"Don't look at me with that look. It's true that that's where the mastermind behind the scenes is, but I'm sorry, but you can't get through there now."
The middle-aged gentleman shrugged.
"...Same as Florence."
Lawrence frowned.
It was clear from the beginning where the enemy was, but there was no way to face it directly.
...This is also normal.
"Okay, now we know what we are going to face, then this Mr. Servant."
Fujimaru Ritsuka turned around and looked seriously at the middle-aged gentleman who rescued her and Lawrence from the air.
"Well, is that so... If I follow your common sense, I should probably give my real name now."
"but......"
The middle-aged gentleman shook his finger.
"Master of Chaldea, you need to be clear about one thing."
"The so-called followers should hide their true names. Do you understand?"
"For a servant, the true name represents a weakness. In mythology, the more invincible a hero is, the clearer his weakness is."
"The so-called myth itself is the condensation of the so-called [plot needs]. The more powerful the monster, the easier it is to be destroyed sometimes. The same is true for the servants."
"In a normal Holy Grail War, generally speaking, masters and slaves refer to each other through job referrals. Do you understand?"
He looked like an associate professor, explaining and preaching to Fujimaru Ritsuka.
"However, during that human psychology restoration, the situation at that time did not allow you to address the servants by their job titles, but... it is different now."
His eyes darkened.
"The singularity you are currently in is a place where you may die if your true name is revealed."
"Do you understand? This lady, and this..."
He looked at Lawrence and his tone paused.
"...You can call it whatever you want."
Lawrence's face twitched twice.
"So, Caster."
"In order to facilitate communication, I will tell you my job description. As for my real name, I hope you can agree to my request and let me keep it confidential."
"May I?"
He looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka with an earnest look.
Lawrence, Da Vinci and Mashu didn't speak, leaving Fujimaru Ritsuka to think on his own.
"...I understand, so what is your job description?"
After thinking about it, Li Xiang's choice was to temporarily trust this strange uncle who knew a lot.
"That's good. It seems you are a reasonable person."
"My job agency is Archer, but to differentiate... just call me Archer from Shinjuku."
"Archer from Shinjuku... feels like a cowherd."
Fujimaru Ritsuka blinked.
"Well--"
The middle-aged gentleman's body stiffened for a moment.
"Ahem... Well, by the way, it's best to disguise the real name of that Caster over there, for the reason I just said."
Archer pretended to be calm and pointed at Lawrence.
"Ah, that's not bad, so please give me some advice, Archer from Shinjuku, and Caster from Florence!"
Regarding such a title, Fujimaru Ritsuka felt a sense of freshness.
"...I don't have any objection."
Lawrence scratched his head indifferently.
"Okay, now it's time for us to go down and face the real hell!"
...
boom--
Boom boom boom————
"Tsk, damn it. I originally wanted to come to Kabukicho to see if there were any good girls, but it turned out to be these disgusting things."
Annuo braked, sending several self-disciplined dolls flying, and he smashed them in the mouth in displeasure.
"If Sir Lancelot or Sir Galahad hear your current remarks, they may cause a considerable sense of disillusionment."
Arturia stuffed a piece of bubble gum into her mouth, chewed it and looked at Anno and said.
"Haha - sons and grandsons, it doesn't matter if they are disillusioned, as long as they are caught behind me and play happily with me, it will be fine!"
An Nuo laughed twice, not caring at all what his children and grandchildren would think of him now.
"But how should I put it..."
Annuo lifted up his sunglasses, revealing his sharp eyes, looking at the chaotic street in front of him.
"This place has really turned into a chaotic hell. It feels a bit pity."
"But the good wine is still there."
After getting off the motorcycle, Anno punched the glass of an unattended clothing store on the roadside, took off the black cowboy hat worn by the model, and then put it on his head.
The ears under the cowboy hat look pointed and feel...not like human ears.
"That mad dog seems to be still patrolling around, what should we do?"
After blowing a bubble, Artoria's eyes were filled with smiles and surprises, and she was obviously a little strange and surprised by this kind of Anoqing.
The original one did have a sufficient sense of security, but it was somewhat too rigid.
Uncle Annuo is more interesting like this.
"Avoid war."
An Nuo came back and leaned on his will-o'-the-wisp.
"Now is not the time for war."
"If you want to find out some truth, you have to wait for two people."
"Fujimaru Ritsuka and Lawrence of Chaldea?"
Artoria received messages from these two people when she was summoned.
"Do they have to come?"
"In a normal sense...yes."
Annuo took out a flip-top silver lighter from somewhere, lit a cigar again, and took a deep breath.
"We are Servants after all. We cannot completely eliminate this singularity. Only by giving the Holy Grail of this singularity to that little girl Fujimaru Ritsuka can we truly eliminate this singularity."
"Is this...a pattern?"
Annuo puffed away his smoke and looked like a delinquent middle-aged and older racing driver.
Arturia also looks like a little girl.
"In short - if we were summoned, there must be a reason for us to be summoned. Before we met that little girl - we could just enjoy racing on the streets of Shinjuku. I like this feeling."
Annuo said, smiled, and patted the will-o'-the-wisp under his butt.
"What a coincidence, I like it too."
"Then Annuo Qing, do you want to compete to see who is faster?"
Artoria climbed into the car and looked at her uncle provocatively.
"Xiao Nizi has learned how to provoke? It seems that becoming an Alter is not useless... Then come on!"
Annuo was a little surprised, but then he showed a cheerful smile, got into the car, and turned the accelerator of the will-o'-the-wisp.
boom--
boom--
Boom boom boom——————!!!
call out--
On the streets of Shinjuku, two motorcycles rushed out at almost flying speed.