The first thing Fujimaru Ritsuka said after waking up was muttering this.
She turned over, following the hazy sleepiness without feeling nervous, and rolled up the high-quality black satin quilt around her body to make herself feel warmer.
You can't blame her for not feeling nervous.
Before this moment, her nerves were tense. She was harassed by Feilong every 30 minutes for three consecutive days, and she couldn't sleep well. Then she finally arrived in Lyon and said she should sleep well, but she didn't sleep long before she was disturbed.
woke up.
If anyone has ever been woken up, they will definitely understand how uncomfortable it is when being woken up. Not only is the mind confused, the body will also feel nauseous. The body obviously wants to sleep, but the head is awake.
I woke up feeling extremely sad—sad in the literal sense.
She pushed herself hard to summon the Servant, but she seemed to... fainted in the end? Moreover, I don't know if it was because the pillow was too hard. She felt that her neck was in terrible pain. Not only was she extremely stiff, but also
It hurts...
She had this idea in a daze.
But who cares?
Under the influence of sleepiness, Fujimaru Ritsuka turned over and continued to sleep.
(It’s not too late to wait until someone calls me to get up.)
With such a student-like mood, she squinted for a while. Normally, Matthew or Noelle would definitely come over and interrupt her sleep, but not today.
Subconsciously she felt something was wrong, yawned and lifted the quilt.
The air-conditioning flowed in along the seams of the quilt, making her whole body tremble and wake up a lot.
Her head felt heavy, probably because she slept for too long.
In fact, she had just slept for more than fourteen hours.
She held her shoulders with both hands, and the soft skin near her collarbone felt so good to her that she couldn't help but touch it several times.
"Ma Xiu...?Ma Xiu..."
She called out twice in a daze, but the purple-toned girl who always guarded her when she got up did not respond to her.
He squinted his eyes and looked at the black figure sitting next to his bed.
(Ah, Matthew...)
Although I always felt that this "Mash"'s clothes were a little darker, his arms were not exposed, and his hair color was not right - this was not Mash at all! - But the sleepy Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't care about this.
Click, swoop, and hug the neck from behind.
"Ma Xiu! Why don't you scream... Wow, I'm sorry!"
When she threw herself on the opponent's back, she finally realized two problems.
First, the other person had his back to me and his head lowered, so he didn't notice that he was actually not Masu at all.
Secondly, after I felt the cool feeling from the other person's black fabric on my chest skin, I recalled that I did have the habit of sleeping without clothes.
He quickly got into the quilt, wrapped his body in the gorgeous quilt, and only poked his head out.
"Um, you, who are you? Who are you? Servant?"
The other person raised his head. He had long pale golden hair that was almost pale in color, thin cheeks, slightly sunken eyes, and frighteningly white skin.
Coupled with the black clothes, it unexpectedly reminded Fujimaru Ritsuka of Altria Alt.
"What a noisy person."
He responded coldly, glanced at her, and continued to focus on the things in his hands. Fujimaru Ritsuka curiously looked over and saw that he was sewing a piece of white cloth, with black threads and golden threads connected to each other.
Intertwined to form a black dragon.
The dragon in Western legends resembles a lizard, so it is obvious that he is embroidering an Eastern dragon. It has a slender body like a snake, hovering on the white fabric.
"Wow! The embroidery is so amazing!"
The lifelike black dragon gives people a sense of coolness. Even girls will find the expressive embroidery particularly handsome.
Although it may seem a bit subtle that men are good at embroidery, but what they embroider is good! This is literally good! Good things should be praised!
Fujimaru Ritsuka continued to watch, and saw that his hands were moving like flying, turning the fabric over and over. You could see the collar, sleeves, etc., it should be a piece of clothing.
He is now using gold and black lines to deepen the details of the entire dragon to make it look more imposing.
Neither of them spoke, and after about another fifteen minutes, he stopped, bit off the thread in his hand, a ball of blood appeared on his fingernails, turned into a small blade, and processed the thread at the interface.
, then he stood up and brushed the white cloth in his hand. Sure enough, it was a white shirt.
There is a beautiful black dragon tattooed on it, starting from the lower abdomen, going to the back, passing through the armpits and back to the chest, going around the half-chest and shoulders and back to the back, and finally on the other shoulder, the dragon head roving suit, the whole dress
Gives people a domineering feeling.
Fujimaru Ritsuka was stunned. In shock, he could only say a dry compliment like "it looks good."
The more she looked at it carefully, the more familiar she felt the clothes, especially... the buttons on the collar.
The buttons of Chaldea's uniforms are very distinctive. They are the two English letters "go" joined together. It means "grand-order", which is the abbreviation of the name of the battle.
This...isn't this my Master's uniform?!
"Hey hey hey?! Isn't this mine?!"
He casually threw the clothes on her head, covering her orange hair.
"Well, girls should pay more attention to their appearance in the future, and change their clothes when they are torn. What a slovenly look!"
He raised his eyebrows and said accusingly.
After hearing what he said, Fujimaru Ritsuka felt aggrieved. He took the clothes and looked over them several times, and then he managed to see a few traces of damage and tearing due to the battle among the thick black threads.
It seems that he is sewing clothes for himself? But in order to prevent the stitching marks from being too ugly, he embroidered a dragon as a cover-up?
Wow?!
Fujimaru Ritsuka no longer knew what to say.
Vlad III also wisely turned his back and gave her time to get dressed. Quickly changing her clothes, Fujimaru Ritsuka jumped out of bed and looked at herself from left to right. She couldn't be more beautiful.
After spinning around for several times, she finally realized the most important question:
"Isn't it possible? It was you who took off my clothes!"
"For the Servant, and for me, gender is meaningless."
He defended calmly and did not deny it.
"Wow, this is not meaningless, it's a girl's feeling!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka argued unyieldingly.
Someone took off his clothes, but a handsome dragon was embroidered on the clothes... So, did I lose or make a profit?
She carefully felt the feedback from her body... Well, she felt that she had not been done anything excessive... and she still liked dragons very much. Well, she had earned it, right?
She even felt like she had earned something.
"Speaking of which, Mash, Yagi-senpai, where are everyone? Where is this place? Who are you? Is the siege of Lyon over?"
"What a talkative little girl - the siege is over. Under Yu's command, we won a great victory. As for other issues, Yu doesn't know."
The black-clothed servant, Vlad III, responded with pride.
Fujimaru Ritsuka... probably misunderstood the meaning of "complete victory", her expression became relaxed, and she breathed a small sigh of relief.