Matou Residence!
Because of the Holy Grail War, Ayato decided to stay here.
It was only a few days anyway, wouldn't delay anything.
Dining Room.
"Medusa-nee, the food you make is so delicious."
Sakura's cheeks were puffed out as she spoke, her words unclear.
"Indeed delicious."
Ayato also praised. "Many hotel chefs aren't as skilled as you."
"Thank you for the compliment."
Medusa knelt gracefully on the floor and responded graciously.
'Such a personality... you wouldn't guess it from her appearance.'
Ayato thought to himself.
'Compared to other proud and unruly Heroic Spirits, she was a rare type that was easy to talk to.'
'And her shy-on-the-outside, wild-on-the-inside personality...'
"Medusa."
"Yes?"
"Have you heard of lap pillows?"
"Huh?"
Medusa's pretty face flushed. "Even though you confessed to me, I haven't agreed yet. Doing something like this is too... too..."
As a Heroic Spirit, her mind had been filled with a lot of modern knowledge.
Seeing this, Ayato didn't wait for her answer and simply lay down.
Instantly,
He felt softness behind his head.
Medusa said exasperatedly, "How can you be like this?"
"You didn't refuse either."
"That's because I haven't made up my mind yet."
"That means you agree deep down."
"You... you're being unreasonable."
Even as she complained, Medusa gently stroked Ayato's hair, looking into his ruby-red eyes.
"..." Sakura.
'Did Devil Uncle really like doing this?'
She blinked, then obediently sat up straight, patting her little legs. "Devil Uncle, Sakura can do it too."
"No, you're too young."
Medusa immediately refused, even shifting her body forward a bit.
'This child was so petite and cute.'
'Absolutely not!'
"Huh?"
Sakura looked confused.
'Why did Medusa-nee suddenly seem so scary?'
Meanwhile,
Feeling the softness on his face, Ayato paused for a moment, then took a deep breath.
He inwardly praised, "Sakura, I give you a thumbs up."
'It seems Medusa kept everything inside, and she would need a push.'
'Mm, I should introduce her to my other servants sometime later.'
After a long while,
Ayato finally stood up.
He stretched and walked outside.
"Why are you going out?"
Medusa hurriedly followed, asking instinctively.
"Can't you feel it? Someone's challenging us."
Ayato grinned. "Since I chose to participate in the Holy Grail War, how can I not respond to a provocation?"
"Hmm?"
Medusa was slightly stunned, then, as if sensing something, her expression also paused. Then she smiled. "Then I will fight alongside you, Master."
"Of course."
...
"Haha, finally a Servant is answering the challenge. I've been waiting so long."
Amidst stacks of warehouse containers, a man wielding a spear slowly walked out.
Opposite him stood a woman in armor, with dazzling blonde hair and a strand of hair on top of her head.
Their eyes met, sparks seeming to fly.
"Quite a sharp fighting spirit. From your attire, you should be Saber."
"You use a spear, so you must be this war's Lancer."
Diarmuid Ua Duibhne and Artoria Pendragon.
These two Heroic Spirits who had left illustrious names in history now met.
Without any unnecessary words, their intense fighting spirits said everything.
Bang! Bang!
The ground shook simultaneously as both shot forward like cannonballs.
Boom!
With a thunderous roar,
The two figures collided heavily.
Sword and spear clashed, sparks seeming to form a continuous sheet, causing repeated explosions.
For a time,
Fighting spirit surged in all directions as the ground was continuously torn apart.
At that moment,
Behind a distant shipping container, the figures of Emiya Kiritsugu and Hisau Maiya were hidden.
This was the optimal vantage point.
The special sniper rifle he had prepared for this Holy Grail War could be used to snipe at a moment's notice.
"Kiritsugu, is it really okay to let Saber act on her own like this?"
Maiya held binoculars, observing the battlefield. "Aside from those two, no other Servants have appeared."
"There's no helping it. She wanted to fight. Using a Command Spell for this would be too wasteful." Kiritsugu said coldly. "Our compatibility is too poor."
In his original plan, it would have been best to have someone else pretend to be the Master.
But unfortunately, there was no suitable candidate.
As the Magus Killer, he had always been alone. No Magus was willing to help with such a dangerous task.
"Wait, someone else is coming."
Just then, Maiya's voice rang out. "Two people. One of them should be a Master."
"Finally showing up, are they?"
A cold glint flashed in Kiritsugu's eyes as he placed his hand on the trigger. "Now... which one is the Master?"