Jerry and Tom were cousins. It was the weekend, and taking advantage of the weekend holiday, the two young men took Jerry's father's sports car and prepared to go to California to have some fun because there was a city called Los Angeles there.
Along the way, the two brothers drove and listened to music happily. When they were in the mood, they would even rock and sing along.
And Jerry, the driver, was even doing drugs while driving. He was a drug addict. Although it sounded incredible, that was what he was doing, doing drugs while driving.
"Phew! Awesome!"
Jerry, who had just snorted a line of white powder, shouted excitedly with the exhilarating music. Tom in the passenger seat also laughed along.
The excitement made Jerry's hands on the steering wheel move around, causing the car to sway like a snake, doing some serpentine moves on the interstate.
Fortunately, it was already night, and there weren't many cars on the interstate. No one noticed their abnormality until a blue light suddenly flashed by.
With the roar of a heavy-bass engine, a blue light passed directly from the left side of their car in an instant and rushed forward. Jerry, who was startled by the sudden blue light, immediately swerved the steering wheel, causing the car to drive off the interstate and into the drainage ditch next to it.
The two people in the driver's and passenger's seats were both gasping for breath in shock.
"Oh, my God, was I just hallucinating? I think I saw a flash of light rush by."
Jerry looked at Tom in the passenger seat with lingering fear.
"No, you weren't hallucinating. I saw it too. You were on drugs, I wasn't."
Tom's denial made Jerry open his mouth in surprise.
"Then what was that ghost thing! Was it a UFO? Did we see a UFO!?"
That thing was certainly not a UFO. It was a heavy Harley Davidson motorcycle with a purple-haired man wearing white-gold armor sitting on it, the Knight of the Round Table, Lancelot!
Lancelot, who rushed out of the church, entered New York City. As a Servant, Lancelot didn't understand America and naturally didn't understand New York.
Everything in the church looked very vintage, so he didn't think there was any problem. But as soon as he stepped out of the church, Lancelot was completely shocked.
The tall buildings, the moving vehicles, the pedestrians, everything was completely different from what he was used to. Although he had been given some modern knowledge when he was summoned, he was still very surprised when he saw it in person.
What surprised him the most were the female pedestrians on the streets of New York. Some were okay and were dressed more conservatively, but some were only wearing miniskirts and tank tops, with most of their skin exposed.
A large part of their chests was exposed, and their round globes swayed as they walked, which was simply tempting.
You should know that this kind of situation did not exist in Great Britain! Lancelot had never seen so many globes! On the streets!
Seeing this situation, Lancelot, as a knight, suspected that these beautiful ladies must have been threatened.
Yes, they must have been threatened, which was why they had to be like this. Otherwise, they would not expose their bodies like this outside.
As a Knight of the Round Table, how could he not help a beautiful lady who was in trouble? It was just like a saying he often said to himself: "How can I bear to not help a beautiful lady in trouble!"
And so, Lancelot, who "cared for beautiful women," caused a series of troubles on the streets of New York with his acts of "caring for beautiful women."
Even Amakusa, who was in the church, saw the news of Lancelot being wanted on TV.
At that time, Mash's face, who was standing next to Amakusa, turned completely dark, scaring Amakusa into quickly notifying Lancelot through the contract from a distance, telling him to behave and hurry up and go to California.
If Amakusa hadn't notified him, Lancelot would probably have dismantled all the police cars in New York.
Lancelot, who received Amakusa's notification and feared the anger of Mash that Amakusa mentioned, quickly dodged the police's sight and came to a safe place.
He asked Amakusa through the contract where California was and how to get there.
Under Amakusa's instructions, Lancelot got a map of American transportation and knew the location of California and the route to get there.
But Lancelot had a problem with how to get to California. Because Amakusa told him that the fastest way was to fly, but with Lancelot's current situation, he obviously couldn't fly.
So he set his sights on a Harley rider who happened to be passing by.
Why fly? As a Knight of the Round Table, Lancelot had a B-rank Riding skill. He directly "borrowed" a motorcycle from the Harley rider.
He put away his great sword, put on his helmet, and sat on the motorcycle. He gripped the handlebars, and his Knight of the Lake, Unarmed skill activated!
The Harley motorcycle, which should have been burning oil, instantly became Lancelot's D-rank Noble Phantasm. It was glowing with blue light and rushed out of New York City and onto the interstate.
Under Lancelot's control, this Harley motorcycle no longer needed fuel. All it needed was mana.
And Lancelot, who had a temporary contract with Amakusa, didn't lack mana because Amakusa had the Holy Grail!
They didn't have to act together. The Holy Grail could provide him with mana from a distance. So the speed of this terrifying motorcycle directly soared to over 300 kilometers per hour, creating a blue streak on the interstate and heading straight for California.
Along the way, trucks, sedans, motorcycles, and sports cars were all passed. The people in the cars that were passed by sometimes only saw a flash of blue light.
By the time they reacted, all they could see was a blue dot getting farther and farther away. Jerry and Tom were just two of them.
In a flash, it was already night, and Lancelot had also entered California. On Mount San Antonio, Lancelot stopped the motorcycle, let the evening wind blow his cape, and slowly took off his helmet. He looked at the prosperous city not far below the mountain.
"Master, I've arrived in California. I'm now outside Los Angeles. Where should I go now?"
Amakusa, who was far away in New York, received Lancelot's question and immediately used his skill.
Revelation, the ability to predict all matters related to the achievement of a goal. The target of Amakusa's Revelation was Tony Stark.
The news now mentioned that there was an awards ceremony related to Stark Industries in Los Angeles. Amakusa remembered that this was the beginning of the Iron Man movie, so Tony should be at...
"Lancelot, go to the casino. Tony Stark is having fun in the casino right now. I will guide you to the specific route."
"Understood, Master. I'm heading there now."
Lancelot put on his helmet and started the motorcycle again, dragging his cape that rattled in the wind and a blue light tail, rushing straight to downtown Los Angeles at the foot of the mountain.
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