"Generally speaking, when you mention Cú Chulainn, you'd think of him as a Lancer, right? Why is he a Caster?" Dr. Romani was puzzled by Cú Chulainn's class.
Hearing that he was a Caster, Cú Chulainn also felt like cursing.
"How should I know?! I was summoned normally, I should have been a Lancer. But I don't know what happened, I just popped out as a Caster!"
If he could, the Doggo really wanted to give the person who had turned him into a Caster a good beating.
It wasn't that his magecraft was weak. As a Caster, Cú Chulainn was definitely qualified.
But the problem was, he was much better with a spear than with magecraft.
Moreover, going from a four-star Lancer to a three-star Caster was a significant drop in base stats, so it was no wonder the Doggo was complaining.
"A Caster is great! Who said a Caster isn't good? A Caster is wonderful!"
However, Mo Wang didn't mind at all. In fact, a Caster was even better.
If Cú Chulainn were a Lancer, he would have kicked the guy out of here a long time ago.
To prevent him from dragging down the team's luck.
You have to understand, the Lancer-class Luck E wasn't a joke.
In Fate, Luck E wasn't just a stat; it was a weapon of causality! Lancers should buy life insurance before leaving the house, because even a random pebble on the road could trigger a 'Final Destination' scenario.
It was recommended to change their class icon to an unlucky star, to save the Throne of Heroes the trouble of holding daily memorials.
If they didn't die today, they'd die tomorrow. In a carnival special, a certain doggo's corpses could circle Fuyuki City.
And the cruelest truth of the Holy Grail War was this: the Lancer class was the officially designated scapegoat.
Other people's Noble Phantasms destroyed the world, while the Lancer's destiny was to be an experience pack for the protagonist. Their Noble Phantasm didn't kill others, only themselves, and it always aimed for the heart.
It was recommended that they change their class name to 'Backstabbing Specialist,' since stabbing anyone was the same as stabbing themselves in the back.
How metaphysical was Luck E? Even gacha rolls were guaranteed to be off-rate! Drinking water on the battlefield could make you choke on a Command Spell, and cleaning your spear could cause it to misfire and hit your Master.
It was recommended that all Lancers collectively change their profession and go bless temples, because their level of bad luck could probably purify the Holy Grail and ward off evil spirits.
On the other hand, look at those with Luck A: Gilgamesh used his Gate of Babylon like fireworks, and proto-Arthur saved the world while dating. And Lancers? Diarmuid was critically hit by a love debuff, and the Doggo was killed by his own Noble Phantasm.
It was recommended that Lancers take a mandatory course on "How to Gracefully Receive a Bento Box." [T/N: "Receiving a bento box" is slang for getting killed off in a story.]
And this curse had even broken through the dimensional wall! Zhao Yun dropped Liu Shan at Changbanpo, and the 300 Spartans were all basically Lancers.
Doesn't that just show how terrifying Lancer Luck E is?
If Cú Chulainn were a Lancer, Mo Wang would be afraid his team would have a 'Final Destination' experience.
"Huh?" Although Cú Chulainn didn't quite understand why he preferred a Caster over a Lancer, it seemed the other party was quite satisfied.
"Come on, Doggo, let's sign the contract already," Mo Wang urged Cú Chulainn.
"D-doggo?" Cú Chulainn looked at him strangely as he established the connection with Mo Wang.
What kind of strange nickname was Doggo?!
"Aren't you the Hound of Culann? Calling you Doggo shouldn't be a problem, right?"
"It's a huge problem, okay?! Do you think I'm your husky or something?" Cú Chulainn retorted.
"First, I don't have a husky. Strictly speaking, I'm a cat person. Second, I don't think your personality is that different from a husky's."
"Huh?" Hearing Mo Wang's words, Cú Chulainn was immediately ready to fight.
But then he thought about his own small frame. If he really were to fight Mo Wang, he'd probably have to perform a 'spiral thrusting Lancer'—oh no, he was a Caster now, so it would have to be a 'spiral thrusting Caster.'
In that short time, the connection between Mo Wang and Cú Chulainn was established.
Cú Chulainn was now, in name, Mo Wang's Servant.
"Doggo, just be a good boy and come fight the boss with me. I'll make good use of you, heh heh heh."
Seeing Mo Wang's ugly grin, Cú Chulainn's heart skipped a beat.
"By the way, Doggo, since you've been here for a few days, tell us what's going on."
Mo Wang found a random spot and sat down, having Mash and the Director sit next to him as well.
It looked like they were all sitting in a row, ready for story time.
Although he knew how the script went, he couldn't just reveal it.
So he had no choice but to have the Doggo tell the story.
"It's all because of that Saber."
Cú Chulainn began to recount what had happened after he arrived here.
Originally, everything was going according to the script. Everyone would have a nice, fun Holy Grail War, and then go their separate ways.
But then, some black mud came out of nowhere and corrupted Saber.
And along with her, a bunch of other Servants started acting strangely.
Servants killed by the corrupted Saber would be consumed by the black mud and turned into Shadow Servants.
Now, there was practically not a single living person left in Fuyuki City.
"Oh, I get it. So if you get killed by Saber, you turn into a black dude, huh? Tsk tsk tsk, that's really tragic."
Hearing this story, Mo Wang expressed his sympathy for Cú Chulainn.
After all, to have a perfectly good Holy Grail War suddenly turn into a chaotic free-for-all, with the script completely changed, was tough.
It was a good thing Cú Chulainn wasn't a Lancer this time. Otherwise, he would have turned into a black dude like the others right from the start.
"So, the Holy Grail should be in that Saber's hands right now, right? If we can defeat her, we can return this place to normal?" Mash raised her hand and asked after hearing the story.
"That's right, little lady. But let me warn you, that Saber is a real monster right now. It'll be a little difficult for us to defeat her with our current strength."
"A little difficult?"
Mo Wang couldn't help but complain inwardly.
This Cú Chulainn guy really knew how to flatter himself.
Not only did the corrupted Saber have a whole army of Servants under her command, but she herself was also one of the top-tier Servants.
With the Holy Grail supplying her with magical energy, she could fire off Excalibur without stopping.
How were you supposed to fight a fully-powered Artoria with your life, Doggo?
"So, Mo Wang, what's your plan now?"
Olga Marie was tired.
One thing after another had made her realize that she was completely incapable of commanding the current team.
So she might as well just give Mo Wang the authority and let him do whatever he wanted.
"Plan? What's that?"
Mo Wang waved his hand grandly.
"We'll just fight our way through! And on the way, the mobs can help Mash level up and unlock her Noble Phantasm or something. We'll just kill our way through, and that's it!"
"Are you serious?" Cú Chulainn stared blankly at Mo Wang. He seriously suspected that his Master had been possessed by some guy named Kamina. Even he wasn't that brave, okay?!
"Is he always this brave?" Cú Chulainn asked Mash and Olga Marie.
The two of them nodded with awkward expressions.