Jerry and Tom were two cousins.
Today was the weekend, and taking advantage of their time off, the two young men had taken Jerry’s father’s sports car without permission.
They were planning to go have some fun in California, because that was where a city called Los Angeles was located.
Along the way, the two cousins were thrilled as they drove while listening to music.
Whenever they were in a good mood, they would even dance and sing along.
Jerry, who was behind the wheel, was even driving while taking drugs.
He was an addict.
Although it sounded utterly unbelievable, he was really doing it—driving while taking drugs.
“Haah!
Awesome!”
After snorting some white powder, Jerry shouted excitedly along with the energetic music.
Tom, sitting in the passenger seat beside him, also burst into loud laughter.
The excessive euphoria caused Jerry’s hands on the steering wheel to move recklessly, making the entire car sway.
The car weaved like a snake along the interstate highway.
Fortunately, it was already nighttime and there were not many vehicles on the highway, so no one noticed anything strange about them—until a blue light suddenly flashed past.
Accompanied by the roar of a deep, bass-heavy engine, a blue light instantly overtook them from the left and shot rapidly ahead.
Startled half to death by the sudden appearance of the blue light, Jerry reflexively yanked the steering wheel hard, sending their car straight off the highway and into a drainage ditch along the roadside.
Both the driver and passenger were gasping for breath from sheer fright.
“Oh, God, was I hallucinating just now?
I think I saw a streak of light suddenly shoot past.”
Jerry stared at Tom in the passenger seat, his heart still pounding.
“No, you weren’t hallucinating.
I saw it too.
You’re the one taking drugs, but I’m not.”
Tom’s denial left Jerry staring at him in shock.
“Then what the hell was that thing!?
Was it a UFO?
Did we just see a UFO!?”
That thing was of course not a UFO, but a heavy Harley motorcycle.
After bursting out of the church earlier, Lancelot had entered New York City.
As a Servant, Lancelot did not understand America, and naturally, he did not understand New York either.
Everything inside the church looked extremely classical and old-fashioned, so he had not felt that there was any problem.
But the moment he stepped outside the church, Lancelot was immediately shocked.
The skyscrapers, passing vehicles, and pedestrians were all completely different from anything he was accustomed to seeing.
Although he had been given a certain amount of modern knowledge when he was summoned, actually seeing everything with his own eyes still left him deeply shocked.
What shocked him the most, however, were the female pedestrians walking through the streets of New York.
Some of them were relatively modest, wearing fairly conservative clothing, but others wore extremely short skirts and tank tops.
Most of their bodies were freely exposed, with more than half of their chests even left uncovered.
Their rounded “upper cleavage” swayed with every step they took, making them incredibly alluring.
It had to be understood that a sight like this simply did not exist in Britain!
Even until the day he died, Lancelot had never seen this much “upper cleavage”!
And in public streets, no less!
Seeing such a scene, Lancelot, in his capacity as a knight, immediately suspected that these beautiful women must be under some kind of threat.
Yes, they must have been threatened by something and forced to dress like that.
Otherwise, how could they possibly allow their bodies to be so freely exposed outside?
As a Knight of the Round Table, how could he possibly refuse to help beautiful women in distress?
As he often said to himself: How could I possibly stand by when such a beautiful woman is in trouble!?
As a result, this Lancelot who “cared deeply about beautiful women” triggered a series of disturbances throughout the streets of New York through his attempts to protect those beautiful women.
Even Amakusa, who was inside the church, ended up seeing a television report about Lancelot being wanted.
At that moment, Mash’s face, as she stood beside Amakusa, immediately darkened with anger.
Frightened, Amakusa hurriedly contacted Lancelot from afar through their Contract, telling him to calm down and immediately make his way toward California.
If Amakusa had not warned him, it was entirely possible that Lancelot would have destroyed every police car in New York until not a single one remained.
After receiving Amakusa’s warning, Lancelot, afraid that Mash would become furious with him, quickly evaded the pursuing police and headed toward a safe place.
Through their Contract, he asked Amakusa where California was and how to get there.
Following Amakusa’s directions, Lancelot obtained a map of America’s transportation routes and learned the location of California as well as the route to get there.
However, Lancelot was somewhat confused about how to travel to California.
Amakusa had told him that the fastest way was by plane, but in his current condition, there was obviously no way he could board an aircraft.
As a result, he set his sights on a group of Harley riders who happened to be passing by.
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As a Knight of the Round Table, Lancelot possessed Riding Skill Rank B.
He immediately “borrowed” a motorcycle from one of the Harley riders.
Stowing away his greatsword, putting on a helmet, and then planting his rear on the motorcycle while gripping the handlebars with both hands—Knight of Owner, ON!
The Harley motorcycle, which should have consumed gasoline, instantly transformed into Lancelot’s Rank D Noble Phantasm.
Its entire body glowed with blue light as it shot out of New York City and onto the interstate highway.
Under Lancelot’s control, this Harley motorcycle no longer required gasoline.
All it needed was Mana.
And because he was temporarily bound to Amakusa through a Contract, he was in no way lacking Mana, because Amakusa possessed the Holy Grail!
They did not even need to remain together, because the Holy Grail could directly supply him with Mana from afar.
As a result, the terrifying speed of the motorcycle immediately surged beyond 300 km/h, carving a streak of blue light along the highway as it raced straight toward California.
Along the way, trucks, sedans, motorcycles, and even sports cars were all overtaken.
The people inside the vehicles that were overtaken sometimes saw nothing more than a blue shadow flashing past, and by the time they realized what had happened, all they could see was a blue dot growing smaller in the distance.
Jerry and Tom were merely two among his many victims.
Amid the lightning-fast rush that cleaved through the wind, night had fallen, and Lancelot had already entered California.
Atop Mount San Antonio, Lancelot brought his motorcycle to a stop.
Even as the night wind billowed the cloak on his back, he slowly removed his helmet and looked toward the prosperous city far below the mountain.
“Master, I have arrived in California.
I am currently outside Los Angeles.
Where should I go now?”
Amakusa, far away in New York, received Lancelot’s question and immediately activated his skill.
Revelation, a skill capable of predicting everything related to the accomplishment of a goal.
The target Amakusa was predicting this time was precisely Tony Stark.
According to the current news, there was an awards ceremony related to Stark Industries being held in Los Angeles.
Amakusa remembered that this was the storyline at the beginning of the Iron Man movie, so Tony should currently be at…
“Lancelot, go to the casino.
Tony Stark is currently enjoying himself inside the casino.
I’ll show you the exact route.”
“Understood, Master.
I’ll leave now.”
Putting his helmet back on, Lancelot started his motorcycle once again.
As he pulled up his cloak, which fluttered wildly in the wind, and left behind a trail of blue light, he shot straight toward the urban area of Los Angeles below the mountain.