Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"Please call me Robin," the robin said earnestly.

"I'm not used to being addressed like that..."

"To be honest, you remind me of someone a friend told me about, a person named Katniss..."

“Is that so?” Caster sighed.

"I never imagined that a friend of such an important person as you would know someone as ordinary as me."

“Miss Robin, I regret to inform you that I may not be able to offer any assistance in this Holy Grail War.”

"I am just an outdated artist active in the era of pursuing dreams, a withered piece of dead skin in the fast metabolism of the entertainment industry."

"I... have also created brilliance."

"As for who I am, perhaps flipping through those long-forgotten old magazines will provide the answer."

“I remember they used to call me [the eternal screen beauty], [the golden note left behind by Hippe]…”

“I’ve had many names before. But I’ve never had my own name since my debut.”

The woman was even more sorrowful:

"Until death, until they are dug out of their graves as they are now."

"Returning to my old stage in this new world, I can still only avoid mentioning my own name, for the slightest hint at it will be replaced by discordant notes—"

"But that's my name...my name..."

"I'm sorry, Master... I'm afraid I really can't offer you any help given my current mental state."

"It's alright," the robin comforted her.

“I completely understand how you feel, because I am also an artist.”

"Without my brother's protection, my life would probably have been very difficult."

"On stage, under the spotlight, we performers can only try our best to maintain a calm mindset..."

"However, since you can't use your own name, what should I call you?"

"Just call me Caster," the woman said, sounding somewhat dejected.

"No, I don't like that title," the robin gently shook its head.

"I want a name that you choose, not a name that chooses you."

"..."

"Thank you, Miss Robin."

The woman was very grateful and, after thinking for a moment, replied:

"Then please call me [Miss Note] for now."

"I don't remember being this emotional when I was alive."

"It's probably because my incomplete spiritual foundation has affected my personality..."

She sighed again.

"No real name, no Noble Phantasm, only this laughable theatrical talent remains."

"But I will still do my best to help you, and for myself, to win the opportunity to make a wish toward the Holy Grail."

Upon hearing this, the robin spoke:

"You also want to win... But in my opinion, the only victory is to make war disappear."

"And this is precisely what weapons cannot achieve, only songs can accomplish."

Miss Note also agreed.

"Yes, Miss Robin."

"Unfortunately, people always remember those who won the wars, not those who tried to make them disappear..."

"Whether the Master wants to end the war or win, he needs to find a few allies."

"Just like a performance on stage cannot be a solo act by the main character."

"Hmm." The robin nodded slightly, seemingly lost in thought.

"That's exactly what I've been considering... Among the people who have joined the Holy Grail War, at least three are friends I trust."

"I have already extended an invitation to them, intending to have an open and frank discussion about the current situation."

……

The entrance to the underground arcade.

March 7 stared wide-eyed at the two returning followers.

"What did you guys buy?!"

Lia, dressed in a black leather jacket and hot pants that revealed her fair thighs, was riding a motorcycle with a lollipop in her mouth.

Meanwhile, Black Jeanne stood to the side, her black tracksuit jacket open and her shorts revealing her bare thighs.

"Master, mobility is also very important," Ria explained, riding on the motorcycle.

"My riding skills are pretty good, and having a good vehicle can greatly enhance my combat effectiveness."

"The salesperson said this car is the latest 'Falcon Meteor,' and it's mine now."

"I named it Armored Cavalry Alter. Want to come up and give it a try?"

"I want to! I want to go!" March 7th immediately raised his hand, eager to try.

"Hehehe... I've never ridden a motorcycle before."

Under Yan Huan's gaze, March 7th happily got on Liya's motorcycle and swayed back and forth on the back seat.

"Please don't move," Lia reminded them.

"Hold on tight to me, or you'll fall."

Seeing a motorcycle on March 7th, Yan Huan looked at Hei Zhen:

"Then what should I ride? What about your riding skills?"

"Ha, I can't ride a motorcycle."

Black Jeanne muttered:

"However, I am the Dragon Witch, but unfortunately there are no dragons in this dream."

"Otherwise, I can also let you experience the thrill of riding a dragon."

"Honestly, dragons are much faster than motorcycles, and they can fly. If I had a mount like that, I would definitely be much more powerful than this corrupted Knight King."

"A dragon?" Yan Huan scratched his head, ran to a nearby alley, and casually carried out a blue-purple Tyrannosaurus Rex.

It is the mystery within this dream.

"Would this kind of dragon work?"

"Okay." Jeanne Alter nodded, then said:

"But this kind of dragon has no wings and can't fly."

"I used to ride dragons. With my flames and the dragon's breath, I can suppress any enemy with firepower."

"I understand," Yan Huan said thoughtfully.

He realized that these two corrupted Servants had no other skills, but they were good at fighting.

It would be a shame if they didn't fight...

Chapter 1521 Eat something first

"You wait and see, Flying Dragon, right?"

"I've also done some research on dream architects and such. I also contributed to the reconstruction of the Croker Studio Park back then."

As she spoke, Yan Huan walked to the side and tried to conjure up an awesome flying dragon for Black Jeanne in the dream with one hand.

"Huh? You're kidding, right?" Black Jeanne was a little confused by Yan Huan's seriousness.

Dragons are creatures that are usually captured, how could you possibly tame them...?

'Buzz—buzz buzz buzz—! ! '

Beside her, Lia kept twisting the handlebars, and the motorcycle's exhaust pipe burst out with fierce red flames of Sulphur.

"Hehe, Jeanne...now that you've accepted your Master's gift, you should get down to business." Ria looked at Jeanne Alter with amusement:

"Since you're waiting for your dragon, I'll head out first."

Under Jeanne Alter's displeased gaze, Ria rode her motorcycle away with March 7, leaving only a dark red shadow behind.

"Huh? Where are they going?" Yan Huan, who was still rubbing a dragon with her hands, looked up, somewhat confused.

"Hmph, that cold-faced woman is probably off to find the other Masters and Servants."

Jeanne Alter turned her face away, raised her chin, and let out a soft snort.

"Master, take your time. With her skill level, we might have to go and rescue her."

"Oh, whatever then." Yan Huan lowered her head and began to imagine what the flying dragon would look like.

"Then what should I do?" Jeanne Alter looked around and asked.

Can I play games?

This happens to be the arcade, so while waiting for Yan Huan to create a mount, we can have a go at it.

"Go ahead, do whatever you want." Yan Huan, squatting on the ground, waved her hand and said calmly:

"But the games here aren't very interesting. See that TV in the farthest corner? Remember to touch it."

"Oh……"

Black Jeanne nodded and walked towards the nearby game consoles.