"Do you want to know?"
"I would be delighted to hear it." Caster nodded in reply. Red Rider immediately materialized his beloved spear and pointed it at Caster.
"You still wouldn't understand even after another hundred years."
His grim gaze conveyed unmistakable hostility. Red Rider was by no means a patient man. Regardless of the current situation, if Caster continued spouting such mocking nonsense, it would probably put his life in danger.
However, whether or not he understood the situation, Caster merely shrugged nonchalantly.
"Is that so? I see. The pride and soul of a haughty warrior are not things to be described in words. Overflowing with the joy and sorrow of fighting the strong, they cannot possibly be summed up in a single sentence. Is that what you mean?"
"You weren't listening to a word I said, were you?!"
And frustratingly enough, if that indescribably complicated feeling were carefully dissected with words, it seemed likely to yield a simple, clear-cut answer.
"Damn it, I can't stand this."
Rider scratched his head hard in irritation, then put away his spear. He might as well go complain to Lancer. Just as he turned around with that thought in mind, Caster spoke again.
"One day, I shall certainly write down your tale as well. So I have a question now. Would you prefer it to be a tragedy or a comedy?"
Perhaps deciding that it would be troublesome even if he drew his spear and pointed it at him again, Rider answered readily.
"This is my own life, one I lived myself. Interpret it however you like. But..."
For an instant, scenes from Rider's past flashed through his mind. Born into the world as the son of a hero and a Goddess, separated from his mother in childhood, then learning, fighting, loving