"We owe you a debt that we cannot repay," d'Eon said softly. "Should your hour of need come, we will answer without fail."
Mozart smirked. "And hopefully we'll answer your call a bit faster than you answered ours. Ow!"
I really like the personality you give the servants. And your lack of hesitance to make them quite snarky.
The five of us stood in a star formation around Ritsuka's coffin, and the other five stood similarly around Kadoc's. Mash stood smugly at the head of Ritsuka's, though it was impossible to notice for those who didn't know her.
She's the Shielder: guards from the enemies on the battlefield, guards from the love rivals at home.
Sasaki inclined his head. "Bracing as that was, I think I'll retire for now." He made his way to the door.
And was promptly bowled over by Medea and Da Vinci, who made a beeline directly for me.
"I'll go on the tour!" Mash said quickly. She shot me an apologetic glance, then stepped next to Ritsuka… who had Joan very close to his other side.
I'm a bit shocked how fast Guda can seduce women, by the way. It's like the entire Singularity provided enough points to Bond Level 5 her.
Now, I think that either she was going to suggest that "maybe his Noble Phantasm works like mine?" sort since I don't think Excalibur can actually be fired with just one's internal reserves.
Or she was going to say "it's Morgan".
Because Morgan is BS.
Da Vinci held up a hand. "Do you know, we have readings on mana consumption not only from the Servants registered in our archives, but Servants from the Grail War? The one the former director fought in?"
I opened my mouth.
"I say this, of course, because of comparative mana consumption. Now, the passive abilities of your armor aren't that expensive. There's a consistent low-level drain that is easily offset by your natural mana production. Even the defensive measures only use up as much as Cu Chulainn's Gae Bolg in a decently long battle." Da Vinci's smile turned ghoulish. "But when you invoke the true name, and it absorbs and bolsters your Mystic Codes? The consumption is on par with the chariot of Achilles."
Now, would said Servants remember that and accidentally call out Roman's true identity?
Artoria's eyes flickered back to Medea. "I was unaware that the two of you were close… though admittedly I haven't been around so long as to observe it," she added.
Medea paused, then gave a sinister smile. "Oh yes! He's such a sweet boy. How many dresses have you modeled for me again?"
Artoria's eyes went wide as I tapped my chin. "You really liked the cocktail dress last time. Though I'm getting a little bored… maybe some suits next?"
"Oh, I think something can be arranged… will Cu Chulainn be joining us?" She got a glint in her eyes.
Give her a burger and an Iri, and you're set!
Medusa sighed through her nose before pulling off her blindfold - Breaker Gorgon. The sheen of the contacts I'd made her gleamed in the light. ...for some reason I'd assumed her eyes would be purple or something, rather than stone gray. Though the square pupils were neat.
That's probably from the contacts sealing her eyes better than the glasses?
"...you got a spare kilt somewhere in that shop of yours?"
"I'm Irish," Cu groaned loudly.
"Didn't you train in Scotland?"
What, the Yard?
I'll see myself out.
At that point, Artoria did turn purple, and either lost her composure or came out of shock. "Y-you…! You really are her child!"
Hm? My, my. I suppose some things really don't change across worlds!
In most of Morgan's fanart, I never see her ears.
Could she have elfin ears and be a lewd elf?
Slowly, Artoria lifted her empty hand wait that's not empty-
"He. Is. A. Child." Her growl was resonant.
"I'm eighteen!" I squawked.
She stared at me. Then at Cu Chulainn. "So you're the elder one?" she directed back to me in disbelief.
Eh?
"Cu Chulainn went off to war at seventeen," Medea added in a gleeful tone.
"WHAT KIND OF SEVENTEEN-YEAR-OLD LOOKS LIKE THAT!?"
The kind of seventeen who has a child with Aife.
"SIEEEEG! JEAAAANE!" Astolfo broke free with his idiot strength and bowled his friends over, the three of them laughing brightly.
Somehow, Fou pulled out a switchblade and aimed it at Joan.
"Wh-!"
"Oh, I think he got it from Viy. Isn't it cute?" Mash cooed.
Joan and Bradamante stared. Ritsuka was occupied with Charlie, and Astolfo, Jeanne, and Sieg were having their own second reunion.
"Fou, kyuu!"
This'll be great when I see Merlin again!
Or so Matthew would have heard. All anyone else heard was adorable squeaking. From a squirrel-dog with a spring-loaded pocketknife.
Such is Chaldea.
So Fou goes from an uppercut to a prison shanking?
I approve.
Artoria folded her hands in front of her. "I will say this. You make me think of Merlin, assuming he was more innocent and open with his nature. Though you, at least, do not try to pretend you lack emotions."
"Is that bad?" I tilted my head.
"Not as such. You also seem less likely to append strange things to my body so I can sire an heir," she remarked dryly.
Wizard-boy did what now?
"Huh. Guess that didn't happen in Morgan's timeline," I mused. "Whatever it was."
"He decided I needed to make a child, so gave me male genitals. The end result of that was Mordred, when my Morgan stole my-" Artoria explained with a faintly disgusted look.
There was a faint scraping sound in my head as Emiya covered Artoria's mouth with an embarrassed look.
Sharpen, sharpen, make the knife nice and pointy~ Gonna teach that little pervert a less-on~
I glanced sideways. "...and now she's gearing up to go stab Merlin."
I like this Morgan. She's an overprotective older sister. No wonder she was compatible!
seeing Astolfo happily chattering at a pleased Medea was a surprise
He likes to wear whatever he wants. Clearly Medea has her first customer.
"You look like Astolfo that night after he found his way into a nunnery that one time," Charlie said with narrowed eyes. "And in which many vows were broken."
And Astolfo is one of those people. Looks pretty but leaves women wanting for more.
"Celts, man. Not even once." I grinned.
And now I'm waiting for Shishou to show up and join in.
Matthew, no, no, no-!
"Aunt Artoriaaaaa," I whined, blurring over to her and snatching her into a hug, lifting her away and pirouetting away from where Gilgamesh had reached to cup her chin. "Why didn't you warn me about your ex showing up!? Though based on first impressions, I don't blame the upgrade~!"
Gilgamesh's eyebrows raised. "Oh?"
"Yeah, you don't seem like the kind of guy who can cook to save his life." I gave a winsome smile.
But it wouldn't be a surprise to find the World's First Katsudon in his treasury.
"Hm… Perhaps it's time to say hello to my dear Bradamante. I'm sure she'd love a knight's errand to protect a tender youth in the throes of love from a predatory older man! It's just like one of my manga!"
What about Magi☆Mari? Where will Roman get his daily dose of energy from?
