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Chapter fifty-ninth, the official summoning of the heroic spirit (4)

If the arrival of Caster Medea and Assassin Hassan made everyone nervous before, then the arrival of this character directly brought the already tense situation to a freezing point.

The person who came here is not tall, and is obviously a smaller type among women, but she is wearing a wide armor that is incompatible with the smaller one. Extending from under the dark armor are wide black sleeves, and the position of the elbows

Protected by a strange, spiked metal armor plate, the lower body is covered in a jet black skirt, and underneath are jet black steel boots.

She was the same as the tall, purple-haired Rider whose name was unknown before, with a mask on her face.

However, her mask is obviously much smaller, it just fits her face and blocks her eyes. This does not prevent everyone from recognizing her identity at a glance.

That was the one who fought in Fuyuki, the Black King Saber.

Her appearance chilled the air. No one spoke, and everyone's eyes were fixed on her. Should I say they were surprised? Or should I say they were wary? Everyone just looked at her and said nothing.

"Why, is this the way Chaldea treats its followers?"

Faced with this situation, she neither felt guilty like Assassin, nor ridiculed like Caster. She asked indifferently, not caring at all.

That cold and solemn business-like attitude made Fujimaru Ritsuka react.

"Well, anyway, welcome to Chaldea!"

"I've heard this sentence before."

The one who spoke out was Caster Medea. This magician covered in black robes seemed to be very fond of Fujimaru Ritsuka. Of course, this favorite was as a [toy].

Toys are meant to be played with, so she won't hesitate to make fun of her. Seeing a hint of embarrassment quickly appear on Fujimaru Ritsuka's face, Medea just thought it was cute.

Sure enough, as long as a person is cute, no matter what he does, he will feel cute.

Medea didn't quite understand why these people were so defensive about themselves.

Because that’s what the servant itself is like.

Summoned as a high-level [familiar], it is actually similar to a [weapon].

For example, if someone uses a sword to kill someone, can we say that all swords are bad? Is it possible that because this country has been invaded by swords, it will always be hostile to swords and no longer use swords?

This is obviously unreasonable.

This is how a servant is, being called by others to be loyal to their master. Their identities change and their positions are contradictory. Rather, this kind of thing is very common.

It is too common to be summoned by one kind of person this time and another kind of person the next time.

With the Command Seal in hand, she actually doesn't have to worry so much.

Unless a holy relic is used to forcefully pull the Heroic Spirit out of the Hall of Valor regardless of the Servant's wishes, in a normal summons, as long as the Servant responds to the summons, it means that he/she is willing to fight for this Master.

Unless you are a high-level magician like yourself and a special servant with a Noble Phantasm that can break contracts, there is actually no need to be wary.

However, Medea is a servant after all, not a human being. She can only consider issues according to the open-minded mentality of a servant. For Fujimaru Ritsuka, Hassan, Medea, and the Black King, everyone was there the day before.

I'm afraid it won't be difficult for the rivals who are fighting each other to shake hands and make peace now.

In addition, the Black King's nonchalant demeanor made people feel that she was hostile to this place.

"..."

The Black King silently waited for his own judgment. His dark gauntlets clenched the equally dark sword tightly, waiting for their answer.

"Da Vinci, dear, there should be some room available, right?"

What broke the calm was Fujimaru Ritsuka's words.

As the summoner, she naturally has the most say in everyone's arrangements.

"Uh-huh, yes. I have as many as I want."

Da Vinci said this easily, and his lively tone relaxed the air a lot. Although his appearance is calm and intellectual, his speaking style is cheerful and lively. These two seem to be completely different, and can even be said to be opposite personalities.

It is also reflected in her body.

It’s not stated clearly, but in fact, Chaldea now has the most empty rooms.

"Well, in short, it is fate that everyone can come to Chaldea! Let everyone rest first!"

Although Yagi Yusei wanted to say that the servants did not need to rest, but considering the chaotic situation of Fujimaru Ritsuka, he probably couldn't say anything else. Let everyone settle down first, and then sort out the information, and then

Make a plan.

She probably came with this idea in mind.

"It doesn't matter."

However, the Black King did not understand this concern and spoke out against it.

"There is no King of Black or King of Knights now. I am your servant, tell me the location of the enemy. That's fine."

Saber, the Black King, spoke plainly.

However, Fujimaru Ritsuka just felt at a loss, smiled bitterly, and said: "Actually, I need to sort my head out!"

"Fighting and rest are equally important. If you can't rest well, you won't be able to fight, right? Servants aside, the Master is a human being, so you have to be considerate."

Surprisingly, it was Arash who spoke.

"I agree, adequate rest is for a better expedition next time."

Diarmuid also agreed. His eyes were filled with fighting spirit. As a servant and summoned as a knight, he also longed to gallop on the battlefield and achieve meritorious deeds. But for the sake of his master, he was willing to endure this anxiety.

Feel.

"Well... for Sparta, rest outside of training is very important... but... isn't it because we haven't trained yet..."

Leonidas spoke very loudly at the beginning, but in the last half of the sentence he muttered a bit, and his voice became quieter. It seemed that he was not ready to go against everyone.

"So lazy! Does this count as a Master who saves the world?"

The strange thing is that the person who retorted was actually the Black King Saber. She angrily scolded everyone, looking like a supervisor... everyone couldn't help but whisper in their hearts: You are obviously the first person to hinder the Master from saving the world...

"Okay, okay, everyone, please stop arguing~~ Even if you want to save the world, you must have a goal. The singular point that is disturbing the world now and causing the future to fall into ruin has not yet been found. Until the singular point is found, no matter how nervous you are

It’s useless!”

Da Vinci smiled and came over to smooth things over.

Indeed, if the battlefield is not confirmed, then there is no way to fight. The Black King could only sigh and stop talking. He had an attitude of just using me as a weapon.

Fujimaru Ritsuka has already started to have a headache.

At first, she thought that the followers were all kind people like Arash and Diarmuid, and the berserkers were all old-fashioned and obedient people like Darius. She didn't expect that there were so many people with different personalities.

Man, Fujimaru Ritsuka began to wonder if he was doing the right thing by summoning a large number of followers at once...

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