Seven Contestants

Cú Chulainn, who was responsible for delivering the message, was utterly speechless at that moment.

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Just a short time ago.

On the other side, near the construction site in Fuyuki City.

In some unknown corner, a blue light burst forth.

A handsome hero wielding Crimson Demon Spear and clad in blue armor, the Ireland mad dog, the renowned Child of Light, Cú Chulainn, was summoned in such a vibrant and captivating manner.

"I am Cú Chulainn, a Lancer. Hey, little girl, are you my master?"

Feeling summoned and ready for another battle, Cú Chulainn wore a lighthearted and amused smile as he began to scrutinize the man before him—a man brimming with magical power, possessing Ireland warrior blood, and exuding the aura of Fragarach.

"Master?!"

She stared at the young Magus dressed in strange yellow clothes, wearing a yellow safety helmet, and with something written on his body that said "a certain food delivery company," and her expression froze instantly.

This woman is really my... master?!

No, something's not right. Something's definitely not right.

Although magic and the contract undoubtedly prove that she is his Master, but...

Cú Chulainn was still somewhat unwilling to believe that his Master could be so, so... special?!

"That..."

Before Cú Chulainn could even ask what was going on, Bazett grabbed his hand as if he had seen a savior.

Is this a way of greeting oneself?

Hmm, although he looks a bit strange, he seems like a pretty good guy.

Just as Cú Chulainn was about to bow in return, Bazett suddenly spoke up, "Lancer, you've come at just the right time. I have a very important matter to ask of you."

"Oh, so you've discovered a hostile Servant? That's perfect timing. I've been itching for a fight since I was summoned." Upon hearing this, Cú Chulainn's eyes suddenly sharpened, then he smiled knowingly and assured him, "Tell me the location, and I'll go take care of it right away."

"No, there are more important things to do," Bazett said, gripping his hand with even greater urgency.

"What? Is there anything more important than discovering a Servant?"

Cú Chulainn's eyes widened. "Master, did you discover two Servants? Don't worry, even if there are two, I'll kill them both..."

"No, I wanted to ask you to deliver this to this location for me."

Bazett handed Cú Chulainn a business card with Rovey's contact number and address, and also stuffed a thick stack of envelopes into his hand, containing a lot of banknotes and her contact information.

"The kind person gave me too much money last time, and I didn't even leave them my contact information. That was really rude of me. Although the amount is far less than what I owe them, please be sure to deliver this for me! I, Bazett, bearing the name of a descendant of Celtic warriors, would never do anything that is ungrateful."

"Huh? Ah... Do you need me to run errands?"

Cú Chulainn, completely bewildered, accepted the envelope and postcard.

And then I just watched as Bazett rode the electric scooter he had just rented and started working to pay off his debts.

He felt that something was off.

Although he appreciated Bazett's act of repaying kindness, however...

Why should a esteemed Lancer do this kind of errand-running work?!

In his time, this was something that people of low status or prisoners of war would do, right?

Although he was extremely busy, it was his Master's order after all, so Cú Chulainn set off anyway. He then found the Tohsaka Family's house at the address provided and, unsurprisingly, ran into Rovey.

Hello... buddy.

"Hello, Cú Chulainn."

So the two found a restaurant and ate together.

"In short, that's it. Doesn't it sound surreal, buddy?"

At the dinner table, Cú Chulainn took a big gulp of ice-cold beer and then began to pour out his grievances to Rovey.

He, the mighty Hound of Ireland, a top-tier Servant, Cú Chulainn, never dreamed that the first thing he would do upon being summoned would be to run errands, while his Master was delivering takeout and telling him to just wander around and not worry about him.

This had a profound impact on Cú Chulainn.

He couldn't figure out what he was there to do.

"It really isn't easy... I didn't expect that she would still have to work, and even have to pay for it. Didn't I tell her I didn't need to? She's such a stubborn woman."

Rovey listening to Cú Chulainn's description and looking at the envelope Bazett had given him, which contained an IOU and a letter written by Bazett himself, Lo Wei couldn't help but feel somewhat helpless.

But after thinking about it carefully, I quickly let it go.

After all, Bazett is a serious and straightforward Magus, an oddball. She did this to avoid owing anyone favors, which isn't hard to understand.

However, just as Lovi was Rovey, Cú Chulainn, sitting opposite him, downed his beer in one gulp and began to eat meat in large bites. Then, his sharp, hound-like eyes turned back to Rovey.

"Well, that's basically it. But... bro, you're not an ordinary person, you're a Master, right?"

Cú Chulainn tentatively suggested.

"Yes, I am a master and also a contestant."

Rovey didn't hide anything and nodded in response.

The moment those words were spoken, Cú Chulainn, though showing an expression of unsurprised expectation, instinctively took a few steps back, gripping his spear and pointing it directly at Rovey.

"Do you have to be so wary?"

Rovey glanced at him helplessly, then picked up his beer and said, "Even if you want to fight, you should finish your beer first, right? It's so tasteless to start a fight halfway through a meal. The Celtics wouldn't do that, would they? Besides, if I wanted to fight you, I wouldn't have invited you to dinner. So don't worry, we're not enemies, at least not now."

"Tch, I thought you'd be more panicked, and I could scare you a little, but that's all... boring."

Seeing that he hadn't frightened Rovey, Cú Chulainn sat back down, looking at the nonchalant fellow with a hint of exasperation. He asked, "Seriously, is what you're doing really okay? I'm Lancer, you know. Killing you is as easy as crushing an ant for Servant. I'm not some particularly righteous guy, and I won't show mercy to someone as unguarded as you."

"But you're Cú Chulainn, you should only like fighting strong opponents, right? You wouldn't attack me without your Master's orders, would you?"

"Interesting. You actually recognize me? Is it because of the demonic spear in my hand?"

Cú Chulainn squinted and asked, "If Magus is familiar with Celtic Mythology, it wouldn't be difficult for them to recognize me immediately."

"No, that's not it... it's because we both have a very memorable person from the past."

Rovey shook his head and answered him with a smile.

This statement made Cú Chulainn even more curious.

"An old friend? Who is it? You actually know someone from my time? But how could you possibly know someone after thousands of years? Unless..."

"The other person has lived for thousands of years, right?" Rovey replied with a smile.

"I see."

Cú Chulainn nodded and continued to drink beer, but the next moment, as if he had thought of something, Cú Chulainn eyes suddenly widened.

"Pfft! Wait a minute, thousands of years old! He's lived from the Celtic era to this time, and he's an old acquaintance of mine, doesn't that mean—!?"

"Yes, that's it."

Rovey replied, "It's Scáthach."

"Holy crap! You wouldn't happen to be that old woman's lover, would you?!"

Upon hearing this name he would never forget, Cú Chulainn suddenly leaped from his seat and then shouted out a startling statement.

Even Rovey's expression froze for a moment.

"This guy is so unreliable!"

Chapter 378 Seven Contestants

Rovey: "???"

Does the fact that I typed this mean something's wrong with you?

Upon hearing Cú Chulainn's astonishing remark, even Rovey couldn't help but spit out his beer. He then looked at Cú Chulainn with disbelief, his eyes filled with confusion and horror. This look made Cú Chulainn burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! Just kidding, it's just a joke, buddy, why are you so nervous?"

"But judging from your appearance, you're not lying; you really do have a connection with that old woman."

Seeing Rovey's appearance, Cú Chulainn was certain that Lovi did indeed know Scáthach, and seemed to understand her quite well.

In that case...

Now that Cú Chulainn knew that Rovey was not only familiar with his Master, but also had a connection with Scáthach, he relaxed his guard against Rovey somewhat. After all, it was truly rare to find a human who was so compatible with him.

However...

Seeing Rovey wiping his mouth with a tissue while sitting opposite him, Cú Chulainn asked him with some curiosity.

"So... young man, how exactly did you get to know that old woman Scáthach? You wouldn't happen to be her lover, would you? Are you immortal too? No, if you were immortal, I would have noticed long ago. You look like an ordinary human no matter how you look at it."

"But if we think about it this way, logically speaking, at her age, she exudes an old-fashioned vibe, and she's even older than my father. If you two really had that kind of relationship, it wouldn't even be considered an old cow eating young grass. And if you really could bring yourself to do it, then you really have some strange tastes, and I admire you for that."

Perhaps it was due to the alcohol, or perhaps it was because Cú Chulainn was a naturally talkative person, but after getting to know each other for a while, he quickly started chatting with Rovey. However, the other party's self-absorbed speech and the constant stream of surprising remarks left Rovey speechless.

"..."

He was internally complaining, "This guy is just too unreliable!"

Then, rubbing his forehead, he said, "No wonder Scáthach always scolds you. Looks like your mouth really makes her angry, Cú Chulainn."

"Haha, is that so? It seems you really do know very well!"

Cú Chulainn's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and his gossip-loving nature was reignited.

"Hey, what's going on with your close relationship with that old woman? Are you her student, or are you really her...?"

"I am her Master."

Rovey shook his head; he was Master to whom he could entrust his back.

"Master?!"

Upon hearing this, Cú Chulainn's mind suddenly went blank.

Then, like a nimble hunting dog, he suddenly leaped up from his position and jumped back to hide near the doorway. At the same time, his eyes kept scanning his surroundings, and cold sweat poured down his forehead. He looked like a frightened cat, afraid that some purple old woman wielding two guns would suddenly pierce him from a dark corner.

"..."

Seeing Cú Chulainn in his current state, Rovey smiled rather helplessly.

He certainly knew what Cú Chulainn was talking about.

This situation is like when you're talking badly about your teacher behind their back, and suddenly you feel the teacher right behind you; of course, you'd be trembling with fear.

Upon hearing Rovey mention that his Servant was Scáthach, Cú Chulainn subconsciously assumed that Scáthach was also involved in the Holy Grail War. Coupled with the fact that he had just spoken ill of Scáthach, he was now in a state of utter panic.

Although he always stubbornly claims he's not afraid of Scáthach and recklessly pushes Scáthach's boundaries, the muscle memory he developed during his studies in the Land of Shadows is undeniable.

"Hey buddy, you've really messed me up! Where is that old hag Scáthach? She shouldn't have followed us, right?"

Cú Chulainn, gripping his magic spear, kept a watchful eye on his surroundings while speaking in a low, mysterious voice.

"Don't worry, although I was her Master, that was during the last Holy Grail War. This time, my Servant isn't Scáthach."

Rovey shook his head and explained, "It was precisely because of that experience that I formed that relationship with Scáthach and got to know you, Cú Chulainn."

"Oh, I see... You almost scared me to death."

Upon hearing this, Cú Chulainn smiled with relief, feeling a weight lift from his shoulders. He sat back down and said with a hint of complaint, "You should have said that earlier next time. I really thought that old woman was here too."

"But didn't you say you weren't afraid of Scáthach?"

Rovey tilted his head.

"Of course I'm not afraid of her anymore, but even if I'm not afraid, some physical reactions are unstoppable. You haven't trained under that old woman, so you don't know just how outrageous she is. Now, whenever I sense her, my body reacts reflexively."

Cú Chulainn complained, "That's why I don't get along with that old woman at all."

"You..."

Rovey shook his head.

"By the way, buddy, you said your last Servant was Scáthach, so is this your second time participating in the Holy Grail War?"

After a few casual words, Cú Chulainn, relying on his keen intuition, found the key point and began to press for answers, "What happened in the last Holy Grail War?"

"Actually, as the name suggests, the last one was the Fourth Holy Grail War, and this one is the Fifth Holy Grail War. Last time, my Servant was indeed Scáthach, there is no doubt about that."

"Oh, I see, I see."