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Medea, acting as Master, intervened and performed a "triple summon" that was almost impossible to achieve.
Medusa's true class is Lancer, but she has additional forms as Saber and Rider, which she can actively switch between.
But nothing comes without a price. As the cost of the triple summoning, Medusa needs her Master Medea to maintain observational evidence; otherwise, her Spirit Origin will become chaotic, and she will quickly lose her fighting ability.
"After going to such great lengths to prepare," Medusa couldn't help but wonder, "Does Master have a wish that you really want to fulfill?"
"Actually, I don't really want the Holy Grail."
Medea replied, "I'd rather start a relationship and get married through an arranged marriage than that."
"Eh?"
In other words, it was meeting a handsome prince.
"Is this...is this how it is?" Medusa unconsciously switched back to her smaller Lancer form.
"That's it."
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Chapter 79 Black Whistle, Inside Story
The Shajo family.
To foster compatibility and avoid potential future conflicts, both Masters are spending time with each other's Servants.
This time, Mochizuki Oboro didn't let Artoria continue to be the model. Instead, she discussed the cuisines of various places in the room—from a certain perspective, food can also be considered a kind of beauty.
Tiantai Zhi Mi Ling Er Ying Shan 0VI〓II Mi Qun · Liao Shang.
A chilly night breeze blew, causing Aika Sajou to exhale a puff of white mist into her palm.
“Saber doesn’t place her hopes on the Holy Grail. What is your goal?” Aika Sajou asked.
She didn't have a good impression of this guy who had just been summoned and was now trying to steal her man.
"My goal is to give all my love to my Master and let him sink into an incurable abyss of depravity."
Kama's form changed from a sweet and sour girlish type to an incredibly sweet mature type, and her voice became even more alluring: "I shouldn't be appearing in the Holy Grail War. But since I've manifested as a Servant, it's necessary to carry out my principles to the end."
"Won't it appear in the Holy Grail War?"
Sajō Aika immediately recalled the strangeness during the summoning: "The ritual almost ended back then, was that also your fault?"
Kama, who had switched back to her child form, nodded, her voice becoming much more childish: "The spiritual origins of Servants are limited and cannot accommodate the complete manifestation of beings like gods, so I can only trim them myself."
A downgraded summoning—that must be why the ritual almost ended. Sajō Aika thought.
Kama's lips curled into a playful smile: "My arrows can make people fall in love. How about trying them on you and your Master?"
“It’s enough to use it on me,” said Sajou Aika. “I will not try to change his mind, and your arrows will never work on me—because my love for you has reached an extreme.”
Kama slowly drew his bow: "Alright, let's give it a try."
The arrow of love, formed from magic, silently pierced into Aika Sajou's body.
Developing feelings of infatuation, becoming unable to control oneself, and losing oneself.
That's how it should be.
“See? My feelings for the prince are absolutely genuine. Even you, the goddess of love, have to admit it.” - Aika Sajou
"I admit it." Kama put away his bow and arrows. "I need to replenish my mana later. Do you want to come with me?"
?
Sajō Ayaka cast a clear yet foolish look at her: "You mean replenishing mana..."
Kama explained, "Exchanging bodily fluids can quickly and effectively replenish magic power."
The Master's supplies are plentiful, and there is no need to replenish mana at the moment.
But who can blame her when she is the one who governs love and desire? Only depravity is eternal.
"No way! Only I can take the prince's top spot." Realizing this, Aika Sajou was more determined than ever before.
“Okay. I’ll help from the side.” Kama said as if they were having a casual chat.
Sajou Aika's face twisted in pain: "Can't you understand human language? I don't want anyone here."
“Alright. I’ll replenish my mana tomorrow then.” Kama said, “Whether you act tonight or not, I will begin eating tomorrow.”
[The night's conversation ended. After washing up, you all returned to your respective rooms to rest.]
[Gal simulation mode is now enabled.]
"I should be sleeping," Mochizuki Oboro directly told the scum AI.
[Night Raid. This mode will only partially skip the event, and there will be no positive or negative sensory feedback.]
Mochizuki Oboro lifted the covers, and before Sajou Aika, dressed in a thin nightgown, could even make a move, she was caught red-handed, giving him a polite smile.
Then they pounced on him, face to face.
[A: Allow them to take whatever they want.]
[B: To take the initiative.]
[C: Relocation location.]
[D: Be an all-ages player.]
So this is what it means to optimize adult content using Gal mode? Mochizuki Oboro found it both unexpected and yet perfectly reasonable.
You chose to "take the initiative."
[The soundproof barrier opens. Sajō Aika holds you tightly, actively responding to your movements.]
You selected "Preheat".
The curtains were drawn tightly shut, and the table lamp cast a soft glow. While you were assessing the dangers of the harbor's waves, Ayaka Sajou chose to personally inspect the ductility and hardness of the metal.
You selected "Warships Knocking on the Gate".
The port was forcibly entered, and Sajo Ayaka adopted a policy of closing its doors. The port's garrison resisted fiercely, resulting in a fierce armed conflict with the warships, but ultimately, large quantities of goods were still dumped.
The core talent "Ultimate Regeneration" has been activated.
Mochizuki Oboro's feeling is indeed very Gal.
The entire process is covered with exquisitely detailed, exaggeratedly animated CG graphics, and the interactive options and voiceovers are extremely tempting, but it just doesn't feel real.
The humanized optimization is that there is no pre-emptive provocation or "wise man's mode," which is a step up from the previous two.
The following night, Kama made a request to "replenish mana."
[Accepted.]
【…】
On the seventh night, before the event began, Artoria mentioned that she forgot to activate the soundproofing barrier the previous day, making it very noisy. You choose to accept the criticism.
[The week of preparation is over. You are all completely familiar with the terrain of Fuyuki City and have also fully honed your compatibility.]
……
On the first day of the Holy Grail War, in order to confuse their opponents, Mochizuki Oboro and Sajou Aika adopted a strategy of exchanging Servants.
Artoria followed orders to Mochizuki Oboro, while Kama stayed close to Sajou Aika, looking for an opportunity.
As the sun rises, a new day begins in Fuyuki City.
The city center has the largest flow of people and is the easiest place to spot other leaders and followers.
It doesn't mean it's convenient to find food.
"I'm here to pick up the cake I ordered. No, no need for delivery, we'll eat it in the store."
Under the slightly surprised gaze of the shop assistant, Mochizuki Oboro untied the ribbon and placed the huge two-tiered cake on the table.
"Thank you very much, Master." Artoria nodded in satisfaction. "Let's forget about the noise from last night."
"Long live understanding." Mochizuki Oboro held a strawberry cake by herself.
The girl with black hair and blue eyes walked into the cake shop, but before she could even look for her favorite dessert, her eyes were glued to this bizarre sight.
“It’s Eri Se,” Mochizuki Oboro warned. “Don’t try to steal food from a lion that’s guarding its food.”
Hearing the slander, Artoria raised her head with an air of authority, wiping the cream from the corner of her mouth: "As long as you don't take direct action, I won't refuse you if you apply properly."
“That’s how it is.” Mochizuki Oboro was unsurprised.
Eri's eyes twitched: "Following you means I'm going to have a tough life. When you have money, you live a carefree life; when you don't, you work. You don't think about the future at all."
"Unfortunately, this time I've found someone to take care of." Mochizuki Oboro let out a pleasant laugh: "I really want to record you calling me 'brother' and take it out so that you in the parallel world can hear my straightforward voice."
"Idiot. Pervert. Moron." Eri looked at him like he was looking at a bug. "Still these same set meals? Masochist?"
"M? He has a very slight sadistic tendency, right?" Artoria subconsciously corrected her. After all, he had argued with her for several hours last night, so she still knew the details very well.
Eri's pupils dilated in shock: "Huh? How did you know?"
Artoria whistled very perfunctorily.
The seating inside the cake shop is quite spacious, enough for four people to sit down and chat face-to-face.
After sitting down opposite Mochizuki Oboro, Eri Se glanced at the back of Mochizuki Oboro's hand without making a sound.
"She is your servant?"
“Yes. And yours?” Mochizuki Oboro noticed Eri's hand as well.
Hearing the conversation, Artoria finally couldn't keep up the act any longer: "Is this a topic we can talk about? If we find out directly, we'll only be able to start a war next time. Since we're siblings, isn't it okay to be a little oblivious?"
"You already know they're siblings."
Eri said, resting her chin on her hand, "It's reasonable to form an alliance to deal with the others first. Of course, we shouldn't make a big fuss about it."
If it's a genuine alliance, then this Holy Grail War can be treated as a mere formality.
Could a match really be this easy? Artoria couldn't help but start to doubt herself.
"Erise, why are you still here..."
[Skills "Charm of the Roots (D)" and "Floral Splendor (B)" have been activated.]
Before the girl in the blue kimono could finish speaking, she instantly appeared in front of Mochizuki Oboro, her eyes identical to those of Sajou Aika, and asked eagerly, "Please tell me your name!"
Chapter 80 Master of Magic Repair - Kama
Inside the not-so-large cake shop, Kiyohime naturally took the seat that Master Eri Se had taken, sitting down on the inner side—facing Mochizuki Oboro.
Kiyohime asked about almost everything about her, including her favorite foods, hobbies, height, weight, and age.
Artoria interrupted, "Since you're so obsessed with gathering information about my Master, shouldn't you give me some information in return?"
"No problem at all."
Kiyohime rested her chin on her hands, smiling as she looked at Mochizuki Oboro: "What do you want to know about me? My height? My weight? Or my measurements?"
"I'm curious that you can still communicate normally as a Berserker," Mochizuki asked.
"Isn't it normal for a berserker to be able to speak?" Kiyohime said matter-of-factly.
Artoria retorted, "Where's the normal part?"
By definition, Berserkers are a class that enhances various attributes but is unable to communicate and has lost its normal rationality.
However, Kiyohime's stats don't resemble those of a berserker at all: Strength E, Endurance E, Agility C, Magic E, Luck E, with only her Noble Phantasm being EX-ranked.
If we say that we didn't sacrifice our rationality to exchange for attributes, then it seems that can be explained.
"He can't move when he sees his brother, he even ignores me, his master. Isn't that enough of a berserker?" Eri said quietly.
Although she was eager to pursue him immediately, Kiyohime still had a few crucial questions to ask, which were her bottom line requirements for accepting an alliance.
What are you pursuing?