Chapter 66 - 65 Caster and Gray (1/2)

While Batman and Archer were having their conversations with the League, a certain Pseudo-Servant was sitting in a large, yet quiet cafe. The level of decor in the cafe indicated that this was not a cheap establishment, yet all eyes were focused on the table Gray was sitting at.

More specifically, the person sitting opposite Gray....

”It's so hot~. Oi, Master, when is my ice cream going to get here?”.

Caster, or Scathach-sama as she liked to be called, sunk into her leather chair as she waved a small pamphlet into her face, the slight breeze was like heaven for the Divine Spirit, as the summer heat was getting to her.

Gray and her both ignored all the looks the two were getting, although Gray was glad that Caster changed her clothing into something more modern, not opting to go out with the purplish-white dress that was fixed to her Saint Graph.

Gray used a Primordial Rune as a catalyst to summon Caster. Lancer, or the original Scathach was taught these runes by the Norse Gods and were perfected by the Celtic Gods. Using the rune that represented ice, it narrowed down the Servant he could summon, and his gambles were paid off when the beautiful woman appeared in front of him.

The twenty year old was looking down at the menu before a he felt a slight kick at his shin, his eyebrow twitching as he put down the menu, only to see the crossed arms of Caster, her eyes averted and her mouth pouting.

”.... Yes Caster? Is there something-”.

”It's not Caster. It is Scathach-sama. You would do well to remember that Master”.

Gray mentally ġrȯȧnėd and considered the possibility of summoning another Servant. Zhuge Liang would be a good pick, as would someone like Merlin. Although the latter Servant might be more difficult to handle then Scathach-sama in front of him....

He gave the Goddess a forced smile as he tried to placate her. It looked real enough, although the trained eye could see that it wasn't truthful.

”Scathach-sama, I'm sure that the food will be here shortly. I'm sure the only reason they are taking so long is because the chefs and waiters were blinded by your beauty”.

Fortunately for Gray, Caster didn't have such a trained eye. The Servant smiled happily at the praise and straightened her back and puffed out her ċhėst with a little satisfied look on her face. It seemed that Goddess' were easier to manage than sixteen year old girls....

The pair waited in silence for another minute, before Gray felt another leg kick aimed at his shin. It was on the same leg too.

He looked up and saw Caster looking strangely at him, and was moving her head several times in order to get a better look of Gray or something. Her crimson red eyes looking so much like Lancer, but without the serious demeanor that came with the Queen of the Land of Shadows.

”How did you become like this? A Pseudo-Servant that is?”.

Gray let out a deep breath and shook his head, much to Caster's disappointment.

”I have a feeling a certain Magician turned me into this, but I don't exactly know. All I know is that every time I use their power, it becomes my own. Achilles and Scathach are two Servants that I have used the most, and have made their power completely my own....”.

Caster's eyes widened slightly at the reveal that another version of her was inside Gray right now. She, as a Goddess of course, had heard about the Queen of the Land of Shadows as an unrivaled warrior whose spearmanship allowed her to kill even Gods....

To say that she was even a little be careful of Gray now would be a lie.....

Gray gave the beautiful purple haired Goddess a disarming smile before noticing a waiter come towards their table, two plates that looked familiar to Gray sitting on the tray in his hand.

The waiter placed the two orders down on the table, not even once looking at Gray as the young man's face turned red as he placed the large ice cream in front of Caster. He could see that a small piece of paper was placed in front of her, a string of numbers written down on it.

Gray raised an eyebrow at the audacity of the man as he walked away. Feeling sorry for the man as Caster gave the numbers a once over, before handing it to Gray.