The infinite sword system has been mastered, and you say this is the dragon clan?

Chapter 428 Chaldea Servant Compulsory Course 1
After this crude mediation plan was finalized, the atmosphere at the scene lightened, and the banquet gradually became cheerful and even chaotic.

The sailors rhythmically tapped their knives and forks on their plates, singing a jumble of ship songs in hoarse or crooked voices. Drake wanted to yell at the brats to behave themselves while they were guests on someone else's ship, expecting Emiya to frown and cover his ears in exasperation. But he said the noise was nothing at all.

...because they haven't yet experienced the terror of the Chaldean diva duo.

After dealing with the situation, Emiya glanced around the deck and breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that Nero and Elizabeth hadn't arrived yet. However, to his surprise, the sisters Stheno and Euryale, who were sitting next to him, asked if he had any musical instruments or props, as they were planning to go on stage and play a piece.

Euryale explained cheerfully, "Stheno and I are both goddesses born as perfected 'idols'! Stheno represents elegance and nobility, while I represent flawless innocence. I've heard that the profession of idol in the human world mainly involves appearing on stage to showcase singing, dancing talents, and personal traits, right? According to that concept, we are born idol deities! ...By the way, Medusa, are you really not coming with us?"

"No...don't worry about me," Medusa seemed uncomfortable being on stage and receiving so much attention, and she wished she could hide her face with her hood. "I just hope the sisters have fun."

"No, are you serious?"

"—Of course, unlike you vulgar pirates, we idols can sing perfectly even at a banquet."

Drake glared at him. She felt that there was something malicious hidden in Stheno's words, but she had no reason to rashly stop him.

She saw a group of Amazonian warriors carrying wood and materials to build a stage and willingly doing the hard labor of moving equipment. A girl waving a magic wand and calling herself Little Da Vinci used magic to instantly complete the decoration and lighting. Then, two twin-like goddesses, each with their own elegant style and vibrant spirit, actually walked up on stage. Only then did she come to her senses and her expression gradually relaxed. Drake thought to himself, "Well, well, well, the goddesses are singing themselves. I've gotten a good deal."

Then, two seconds later, Drake overturned his original idea.

As the heavenly voices of Stheno and Euryale filled the air, the chaotic and noisy pirates suddenly fell silent. Their expressions were incredibly happy and joyful, as if they had fallen into a deep sleep, completely absorbed in the sweet melody of their dreams. Some of them didn't even notice that the rum in their glasses had spilled onto their clothes and trousers, leaving them soaking wet.

Some people reacted even more intensely to the music, even raising empty wine bottles with both hands and swaying wildly to the rhythm of the song, shouting "Empress, I am your dog!" and spreading this behavior to those around them. More and more people joined in, turning the entire deck into a large-scale live concert fan site in the blink of an eye.

Emiya secretly thought to himself, "Even idol artists are in the audience. You ancient Greek gods who control idols are quite modern."

"Hey, hey, hey!" Drake finally realized something was wrong. She slammed her hand on the table and strode forward angrily. "Damn Empress, stop that hypnotic singing! Give me back the brats from my ship!"

She finally understood; it was Stheno and Euryale's combined "bewitching voice"—it bypassed Drake's table but didn't spare the other sailors on deck. In just a few breaths, Drake realized her entire crew had been mentally manipulated and betrayed her, leaving her alone! That damned goddess was definitely up to no good!

But it was too late.

Drake's protests were drowned out by the clamor of the Empress's sycophants, utterly insignificant. Stheno and Euryale on the platform continued their leisurely singing with bright smiles, their white gauze skirts swaying gracefully, as if mercilessly mocking the mere tomboy Drake for lacking any feminine charm and being unable to even keep his own crew in check...

Emiya remained calm. He could sense that Stheno and her sister hadn't used their divine powers at all. They had simply expressed their voices naturally, attracting a large audience with their conceptually perfect singing. Once the performance was over, the sailors would wake up from their daze and return to normal.

It has no destructive power or aftereffects whatsoever; it's a minor matter.

He glanced at the little Medusa beside him. It seemed that the girl also wanted to be enthusiastic and do something to cheer on her two older sisters, but she hesitated because of her personality and the fear that she would be teased by her sisters. Her eyes darted around, but the moment her eyes met Shirou's, she shrank back under the other side of the table like a frightened little animal, and almost bumped into the head of the little pirate Mary Reed.

Emiya: "..." Am I that scary? Or did the sword strike I made earlier frighten this kid?

Anne Bernie, however, was not intimidated at all. She winked at Emiya and said, "Mr. Shanks is staring straight ahead. If you want to see something, go ahead. Anyway, no one will be paying attention to this place!" She then puffed out her chest, causing quite a stir.

"Hey, Anne!" Mary popped out from under the table and tugged at Anne's sleeve. "Don't do anything unnecessary. Seduce an important ally behind the captain's back. You could easily get us thrown off the ship..."

"Oh, it's alright. Captain Drake is the kind of person who's easygoing and generous. She won't hold a grudge about something like this!" Annie casually smoothed her long, wavy blonde hair. "It's a rare opportunity to win over a great man. Mary, you're just too conservative and shy."

"Stop nagging! I think Annie is just a womanizer and doesn't care about relationships. She's too easy!"

"Hey? Mary, you've got it wrong. I'm never a casual person. Do you remember that giant, non-combustible piece of trash we met before, Blackbeard? His rude and lewd gaze was truly disgusting..."

"Oh, Annie, you're judging people by their appearance again..."

The two female pirate best friends were bickering and teasing each other. Little Medusa looked up and secretly watched from the side. Suddenly, she felt a little envious. She really hoped that she could also get along with her sisters as freely and unrestrainedly as they did.

However, this was the first time she had ever seen a duo of Servants sharing a single Spirit Origin. What kind of bond would they have? Following the previous discussion, would they attract the opposite sex together?
But one of them is tall and voluptuous, while the other is petite and slender. Their styles are so different, yet they can both serve the same man... Hiss! Medusa shook her head, realizing that her thoughts were gradually going astray. She stopped her romantic fantasies and refocused her attention on the sisters on the stage.

Suddenly, she saw the pink-haired Captain Drake angrily step onto the stage and fire a gun, instantly attracting more attention. Then, a small backstage door leading to the ship's cabin opened, and several more Servants—a crimson-haired witch and a blonde girl exuding a dragon-like aura—excitedly walked onto the stage, seemingly drawn by the commotion. Even more surprisingly, the crimson-haired witch was carrying a microphone—

"If I were you, I would choose to leave as soon as possible."

Medusa heard someone speaking into her ear.

She turned her head, and there stood Emiya.

"ah."

Medusa was startled; she didn't understand why Emiya would say that.

"Ahem, to celebrate the upcoming new era, let us—the absolutely dazzling genius songstress Elizabeth, and the best partner of the great Rose Emperor and singing artist Nero—take over the stage from the Gorgon idol group!"

"Hmm! This time, I'm performing a brand new single—"

The atmosphere seemed to intensify, the sounds around them suddenly increasing in volume. At the same time, Medusa noticed Emiya retreating swiftly and inconspicuously from the deck. "...?"

Medusa felt something was off. She noticed that when Emiya secretly left, there was a subtle smile on his lips, just like the look her sister had when she was about to play a trick on her. But when Medusa turned back, her sisters on the stage were still there, completely oblivious to what was about to happen.

I suddenly felt a little panicked.

Something's definitely wrong. Should she go with that man? But is it okay for her to abandon her sister and sneak away?

...After thinking it over carefully, since the sisters aren't singing next, it shouldn't be a big problem if I don't continue watching; the sisters won't be too upset. In comparison, keeping a close eye on the sisters' allies is more important. Yes, this is also for the sisters' safety...

As if guided by some unseen force, Medusa darted away and quietly left the deck to follow.

"Hey, Mary, why don't we go check it out?" Annie, with her sharp eyes, noticed someone leaving and nudged her best friend with her elbow. However, due to the height difference, the elbow bumped into Mary's head instead.

"Hey! How many times have I told Annie not to elbow my head!" Mary was exasperated, feeling that Annie was deliberately bullying her because she was small.

"Haha, sorry, I wasn't paying attention!" Annie's apology was completely insincere. "Shanks and Medusa are probably off doing something. Shall we go too?"

"Let's go then! Who's afraid of who!"

Thus, they became the lucky ones who left the field last before "Hell's Song" began.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Emiya received the spell data and a large amount of equipment secretly transported from Constantine. Also present were Leonardo da Vinci Jr., Prellati, and other Casters skilled in creating fortified positions.

"Your brother is really fast, thanks!"

Even while he and the other Servants were busy taking over the first batch of prototypes for the [Spirit Origin Ascension] training, Emiya still hurriedly expressed his gratitude to Constantine. After all, he had made quite a bit of use of the Atlas Institute's technological capabilities over the years.

"It's alright. I think your ideas are brilliant. You've consistently contributed a lot of creative and practical techniques. We brothers are more than grateful to you. If it weren't for the heavy task of saving the world, I'd love to invite you over to exchange technical ideas day and night..."

Constantine's words were somewhat exaggerated; to Emiya, they sounded like the image of an ancient feudal lord, upon encountering a rare genius, overflowing with gratitude and wishing to have a long, intimate conversation by candlelight and sleep side by side with him—

Considering that Norton seems to have never shown any desire for the opposite sex, and only cares about his younger brother when it comes to research... well, just thinking about it makes Emiya a little afraid.

"Ahem, let's get back to the main topic. How's the quality of this batch of samples? Are there any problems with the actual operation?"

"Don't worry, brother. Although we rushed the production, there's absolutely no compromise on quality. Besides, our institute temporarily assigned a research team to tackle the problems, and I'm also supervising the production. All performance aspects are guaranteed. As for the actual operation, we'll have to see how things go here first."

After saying that, Constantine stepped out of the hatch. He was on another imaginary submarine of the supply transport type. Except for the lack of attack equipment, its other defensive and stealth capabilities were even better than Emiya's submarine disguised as the Red Furs.

So from a distance, Constantine looked as if he were emerging from the sterncastle behind the sails. Also appearing out of nowhere were various supplies being continuously pumped in and out, as well as other Servants from Chaldea—they had heard about the [Spirit Origin Ascension] technology experiment that enhanced themselves, and they had all come over as if to join in the fun.

Little Medusa, secretly peeking from a corner: "..."

She stared wide-eyed and rubbed her eyes hard, still unable to understand how so many people and supplies could be hidden in the stern of the Red Fury. Based on the size of the ship and the number of people staying on the deck, she had thought that the Red-Haired Pirates were a small group that only recruited elites!
Two female pirates shared the same idea as Medusa, quietly climbing up to the mast lookout tower.

"Wow! Mary Mary, look! So many handsome men and beautiful women! Wow, some of them even have the air of emperors! Hehehe, the Red-Haired Pirates are full of hidden talents..."

"Annie, move over there, you're crowding me!"

Anne reached out and touched her cheek. "Oh my, how did you know I've been eating too well lately and my bra size has gone up again?"

Mary was furious. "Who asked you that?!"

……

Constantine looked around, sensing that someone was watching him, but seeing that Emiya didn't seem to care, he didn't say anything. He lowered his voice and asked, "Strange, is it a bit noisy over there, on the forecourt and deck?"

"That's not surprising. Elizabeth and the others are putting on a party with song and dance performances. It will quiet down soon."

Emiya was actually a little curious about what it would be like for the audience to be captivated by the goddess's singing voice first, and then hear the song of death.

I feel like this could be answered on Zhihu (a Chinese Q&A website): "I'm here, I was unconscious and just woke up, even the air smelled fishy and sweet..."

"Oh, then let's start by arranging the [Spirit Origin Ascension] project. Take a look at this list of participants."

"Let me see... wait, 'Required Course for Servants,' who came up with this name?"

Emiya was speechless. "Subject 1?"

Then we'll have to do driving tests 2 and 3? Or maybe we could assign a high-difficulty level, like a minor or major Bodhisattva level, to this special point?
(End of this chapter)