Grand Foreigner (Chapters 1- 200)

Chapter 4

"...and now here we are." Momon finished his story and paused, giving everyone an opportunity to digest the information -the first time for Caster and the second time for Mashu and Animusphere.

"Yes." The man said vaguely, leaning on his staff. "Your situation doesn't look the most pleasant. I'mare in no better condition, though."

Momonga looked at Caster with interest after which Caster, realizing that he needed to clarify what was said, nevertheless began to speak. "Here in the Holy Grail War I am the only survivor."

Nodding at the place that still kept the imprints of the recent battle, the man sighed and put his hand behind his head, patting his neck.

"It was an ordinary War, as much as you can say it about any Holy Grail War, but one day everything changed. All the Masters disappeared one night, then the city was engulfed in flames, and Saber..." Caster shivered slightly. "Every day that psycho becomes more and more insane. All the Servants with half a brain tried to flee from her. She beat everyone who tried to attack her. And after that they all disappeared."

Looking at the site of the recent battle, where the bodies of the Servants had already turned into black smoke, Caster frowned. "They all disappear into black smoke. These are not even Servants, just the monsters that took their form. Like worms taking the body of the deceased..."

At that moment, Caster obviously thought about spitting at his feet, but looking at the girls standing next to him, he held out and continued to talk. "And now only I remain, wandering through this fiery hellhole."

"In other words, the only one that remained in this War are you and Saber?" Animusphere, while allowing Momonga to speak freely, still asked questions as the boss here and there. "And if you defeat her..."

"Yes, I believe the War will end." Caster sighed and ruffled his hair. "At least I think so".

"In other words". Olga sighed. "You want to beat Saber, but you can't do it alone and so now you want to use us to win?"

"It sounds rude when you say it like that, but yes." Caster nodded anyway. Momonga chose to keep silent about the small fact that when Caster talked and said 'us', he meant not Marie, whose contribution to the victory was not particularly large, but Mashu as he saw her as the only viable fighter.

"A new horde of skeletons is approaching." Sensing the appearance of the undead on the periphery, Momonga spoke calmly.

"Pesky pests." Caster just dismissed these words, and then without looking, threw a spell approximately in the direction of the creatures. "By the way, about why I was here... Just ten minutes ago, there was a titanic accumulation of mana, something you can't even express with words... And then it was suddenly gone. Any idea what that could have been?"

Mashu, who had been silent before took a look at Momonga, as if asking him if it was worth telling certain informations to Caster.

"I don't have a clue." Momonga's answer was quite straightforward. "Maybe the rayshifting process looked like that?"

"It is improbable." The chief brushed off the assumption, but without providing any other answers. she nevertheless with a sigh was forced to admit that she had no more theories.

"Sorry, but I suppose whatever it is it's already gone." Sighing, Caster cracked his neck, then looked at Momonga once more and after waiting a couple of seconds came to an internal conclusion. "If we are determined to defeat Saber then I suppose I should also get in shape."

"Hey you!" Sticking his stick at Momonga unceremoniously, Caster shook his head. "Become my Master."

It would have been difficult not to react to such rudeness if Momonga were an ordinary person. However the emotion suppressor reduced the emotional response to the level of mild irritation. Was it worth it for Momonga to become the master of Caster?