The next second, someone opened the door and rushed in. Semiramis relaxed her guard only after seeing the other person's figure clearly.
"Isn't this caster? What's wrong?"
The flamboyant man known as caster, dressed in medieval European-style clothing, staggered across the nave, opened his arms and looked up to the sky and shouted:
"A horse! A horse! Give me a horse, and I'll give my kingdom for it!" (from Richard III)
Shirou held his chin and thought for a moment, then added: "Stand back, my king, and I will help you onto the horse."
Hearing this, Caster's eyes lit up and he excitedly held Shirou's hand: "Oh, you did a good job, Master. It would be even better if you could add some emotion to it."
"I'm sorry, it's been a while, but I'm glad I can remember it. I could have played Hamlet better."
As he spoke, Shirou lowered his voice and said quietly: "To be or not to be, that is the question."
Caster gave Shirou a warm applause for his performance: "Ext (excellent), you are the best, my master!"
"Excuse me, is this a line you wrote yourself?"
Hearing Semiramis' words, Caster looked disappointed, drooped his shoulders and sighed:
"Unbelievable! You don't know my brilliant plays! What a loss! Please do read my books!"
As he spoke, he handed over a thick hardcover book. It seemed that he had gone to the bookstore to buy his own works. The title of the book was "The Complete Works of Shakespeare".
"Red" caster, William Shakespeare. He is the most famous playwright in the world, and anyone who has not heard of his works will be accused of ignorance. It is no exaggeration to say that if you want to trace the source of all modern literary works, you will inevitably involve many of Shakespeare's works.
However, there is one point in the dialogue that cannot be ignored. Caster called Shirou "master". Shirou's servant is an assassin, but Caster called him "master". If what he said is true, then Shirou already leads two servants.
This might be possible, but it is still a bit unusual. In the past Holy Grail Wars, there was no precedent for a Master leading two Servants at the same time. At best, the magic power would be exhausted and lead to death. However, if this is true, it is hard to imagine how much magic power is stored in the body of this man named Shirou.
"Even if it is the Holy Grail, it will not give me all the knowledge related to your works. The most I know is that you are a 'famous writer in history';."
Caster sighed to the sky: "Oh, Queen of Assyria. Please don't say such sad words. For me, Shakespeare, this is equivalent to denying my personality!"
"Indeed, that may be true for you." Semiramis nodded slightly, agreeing with Shakespeare's words, "But Caster, you materialized and ran over here, did something happen?"
The first half of the sentence made Caster sigh exaggeratedly, but the second half stopped his sigh midway. He coughed and said a little embarrassedly:
"Hmm, well. As the saying goes, 'Lovers and madmen are full of confused thoughts and formed illusions' (from A Midsummer Night's Dream), a berserker like this can sometimes do things that are unimaginable with reason—"
"Is Berserker going crazy?"
In response to Shirou's question, Caster shook his head.
"What happened? Explain it clearly."
Assassin frowned and questioned.
Caster smiled painfully like a court jester and said loudly:
"Berserker went to Tulifas. Apparently, he has already identified the enemy that should be eliminated."
"Varied-"
"Oh, this is really difficult."
Assassin was speechless for a moment, while Shirou mumbled in a leisurely tone.
"Let Archer catch up first. Whether he can be stopped is still unknown. The success rate is about 50-50 - no, it may end in failure."
"This is no joke, caster!"
Assassin complained extremely unhappily.
This is not surprising. Although the Red Servant has arrived, it does not mean that they are ready for battle. Moreover, the Thousand World Tree Clan is entrenched in the impregnable Mirenia Fortress, ready to fight with all their might. No matter how outstanding Berserker is, it will be useless and he will just die in vain.
"What should I do, Master? My Noble Phantasm is not ready yet. Attacking in this situation would be foolish even for us. Abandoning it is the only option."
"'A disturbance has occurred, let it proceed as it will!' (Julius Caesar) - that's it."
"So, it was Caster Ru who instigated him?"
Caster did not answer Shirou's question, but just stood there with his head tilted up to the sky, not making eye contact with the latter.
"You actually told him the location of Tuliface, you are such a jerk!"
"Oh, the sad mad knight who pursues the one he should betray. I, Shakespeare, can't bear to see his anguish."
For Caster Shakespeare, the world is simply a legendary story.
No, it had to be this way. He loved those extraordinary beings from the bottom of his heart and constantly pursued the stories and legends woven by them.
For this reason, a little deception and instigation are "acceptable" in his opinion. Everything is for the story.
"This guy is such a headache, Ru..." Assassin sighed deeply.
Shakespeare said to her nonchalantly: "Men like us are called 'troublemakers' or 'mischief-makers'."
"I suddenly have an urge to poison you and make you mute."
"Please do not, Empress of Assyria, let your mouth and pen be more valuable than my life."
"There is no other way. Ask Archer to provide rear support for the Berserker. However, give her strict orders to retreat immediately if the situation becomes bad. That Berserker is absolutely unstoppable. Even if you use up the Command Spells, he will repeat the same thing after a while." Shirou gave the order, finalizing the decision.
"Got it. I'll send the message to Archer using my familiar." Semiramis waved her hand and a white dove flew into the church.
"I will be following as the supervisor and dealing with the traces of the berserkers. I can't do anything for now. Caster, just be quiet for a while."
Since Shirou is also the supervisor, he must naturally focus on hiding the magic.
If the berserker had headed straight for Tuliface, there was a high chance that it would have been seen by ordinary people along the way.
It would be fine if he could become a spirit, but if he didn't, don't expect that berserker to have that kind of rationality. This is the supervisor's judgment.
"Oh, I see. My Master."
Shirou smiled gently and encouraged the frustrated Shakespeare:
"Don't worry, Caster. The battle is about to begin. The largest Holy Grail War, where the seven black warriors fight the seven red warriors endlessly, is the Holy Grail War. This battle will surely satisfy your desire for stories."
"Oh, I can't wait. A new story, a new legend." Shakespeare fell into a world that belongs only to creators.
"Master, you seem to be a little too indulgent to Caster." Semiramis did not hide her dissatisfaction, not sure whether it was towards Shakespeare or Shirou.
Shirou said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "I owe him this."
"owe?"
"I have plagiarized many of Shakespeare's plays, which is why I can take over those lines - although he doesn't know, or maybe he wouldn't care if he knew, but I have to repay this favor."
Shirou closed his eyes, as if he had returned to his prime years.