Run! Run! Run!
Lancer is a class with first-rate speed among full-time classes, and Cu Chulainn himself is also known for his speed. The combination of the two, coupled with special acceleration techniques, is not much inferior to the rocket car he drives during the day.
Of course, the servants were not tireless machines after all, and it would not be long before they could continue to move in this way. But Cu Chulainn did not care, and continued to squeeze every bit of his strength, speeding up, speeding up, and speeding up again.
He did not move until his energy ran out and he could no longer move. Then he leaned against a big tree and put down Bazett from his shoulders.
"Lancer, don't move. I'll heal you now."
At this time, Bazette had recovered from the stiffness and took off his gloves to carve runes.
Cu Chulainn reached out and grabbed his Master, shaking his head and saying, "Don't waste your energy, it's useless, my spirit core has been broken. If it weren't for this, Junior Brother wouldn't let us go. You should also be able to feel that there is something wrong with the contract between us."
Bazette's body trembled, and her nose couldn't help but feel sore. Of course she could feel it, but she still held on to the last fantasy.
Cu Chulainn, who could hardly stand, reached out his hand and patted the woman's cheek with a gentleness that was different from his usual boldness.
"This expression doesn't suit you. The Master I'm familiar with has always been a cheerful, straightforward, good woman. I don't want this image to be affected."
"Ah, yeah."
Bazette was stunned for a moment, and rubbed his face vigorously, hoping to return to his normal appearance, but the more he rubbed, the uglier his expression became, and in the end even his eyes turned red.
Cu Chulainn could not help laughing out loud: "Haha, well, it's not bad to see you like that again."
"You can still laugh~" Bazette was angry and anxious.
"Why can't you laugh?" Cu Chulainn asked back with a smile, "I told you that I value the process more than life itself. As long as the process is wonderful enough, I will not regret my life no matter how short it is."
"What about this time?"
"Of course this time was very exciting. There were so many powerful guys, a master I haven't seen since leaving the Shadow Kingdom, a new junior apprentice, and a great partner like you - although it's a bit regrettable that I didn't win in the end. Bazette, it's up to you from now on. If you have the Command Seal, you may still have a chance."
Bazette shook his head slightly at Cu Chulainn's suggestion.
"... There will be no chance. I will not make a contract with other Servants. You are my only Servant, my only partner. There is no point in obtaining the Holy Grail without you."
Cu Chulainn laughed and said, "That is a regrettable answer, but I am very happy. I will never let go of a good woman like you while I am still alive."
"Lancer... I..." Bazette's face suddenly turned red, as if he wanted to say something but didn't dare to.
Unfortunately, Cu Chulainn was so weak at this time that he could not even notice such changes.
"Bazett, there is no time. Listen to me."
"After I die, you must leave here immediately. You can leave this city directly or reunite with the queen. In short, do not act alone, and do not stay here - otherwise you may really die."
"I roughly guessed what that woman was thinking. She has always been like this, ruthless to her enemies and even more ruthless to her own people."
"Don't avenge me, and don't hate my junior brother. Everything is my own choice. If you really want to hate someone, just hate me. Well, you can hate that woman, she has already endured countless resentments, so she is not afraid of one more."
Finally, Cu Chulainn stretched out his hand again, placed it on Bazette's head with difficulty, and spoke in a low voice.
"Bazett, a good woman like you will surely have a more wonderful life than mine. Ah, can't you see clearly anymore... It wouldn't be so bad to die sitting down."
These were Cuchulainn's last words. After saying them, he disappeared, disappearing at the other side of the phenomenon.
The hand on his head lost its weight, and the familiar person disappeared. Bazett fell to his knees in despair.
The pretended strength was finally broken, and tears flowed out like broken strings.
When was the last time she cried like this? She couldn't remember, she only knew that her heart was in pain, a pain that was hard to describe in words.
Although he knew that it was only an illusion left by the hero of the past, and although the time they spent together was short, less than two weeks, Bazette felt really happy during this time. This feeling had never been experienced in the family, nor had he ever betrayed the family and joined the Clock Tower.
Be it personality or breathing, they are more compatible than ever before.
It was clearly the first time we met, but we felt as familiar as old friends who had known each other for many years.
Whether in life or in battle, a look or a gesture can be enough to understand the other person's psychology.
What did this mean? Bazette, who was a bit nervous, didn't understand.
Perhaps it was the rare family love in a magician family, perhaps it was the rare friendship in a mysterious society, or perhaps it was the love she had never thought of.
No matter which one it was, she really wanted to say to him, to that man—
I want to be with you, more together, please don't leave.
However, in the end, she was unable to say these words and express her true feelings.
"The Lord is right. I am such a fool."
The beauty in men's clothing slapped herself hard in the face, and the next second she covered her slapped cheek in annoyance.
"Well, a good woman doesn't hit herself. Really, why am I so stupid. A good woman... a good woman..."
He sometimes complained, sometimes felt annoyed, and did things that seemed stupid to outsiders. It took him a while to stop and laugh for no apparent reason.
"Yeah, Lancer said I'm already a good woman, I just need to be myself."
The beautiful woman in men's clothing got up from the ground, broke off a piece of tree trunk, cut it into the shape of a spear, and inserted it at the place where Cu Chulainn disappeared.
"I want to build a tombstone for you, but you should prefer this form. I will always remember you, Lancer, my partner, Cu Chulainn."
After bowing to the tombstone made of guns, the beautiful woman in men's clothing turned and left. Her free and easy and heroic spirit was exactly what Cu Chulainn admired the most - the beast-like man was not interested in weak women. He always liked strong women, such as his wife Princess Aimeel, Scathach as his master, and Scathach's sister Eve - the only exception was Maeve.
But as she walked, Bazette's pace slowed down again. She looked back in the direction of Cu Chulainn, making sure that she could no longer see the wooden spear, and slowly covered her face with her hands, sobbing so that only she could hear it.
"It still doesn't work. I can't stop crying... Once, just this once, where you can't see..."