I am the protagonist

Medea wanted to ignore what had just happened, but what was with those dozens of sneezes?

It's not a physical health issue.

It's not that it's cursed.

That means you've encountered some bad luck.

"Unlucky things..."

"Ding dong!"

"Ok?"

"somebody is coming?"

"What's wrong with that gatekeeper? He actually let people in."

Medea stormed out of her room, grumbling and cursing.

When Medea came outside, she saw what was likely the culprit that had caused her to sneeze dozens of times.

"you again!?"

"Caster, I'm sorry to bother you again today."

Medea looked reluctant, but she stared speechlessly at the gatekeeper who was also standing outside.

"...Fine, do whatever you want."

"excuse me."

This behavior is really a bit of a nuisance, but Shirou doesn't have a good solution in this situation.

"Samurai, let's continue yesterday's battle."

"I also have strong opinions about yesterday's results."

Shortly after the two men left, they heard the sound of weapons clashing.

Two identical items.

【barbarian!】

Medea scoffed inwardly and returned to her room.

I didn't want to pay attention to what was happening outside, but the sound of weapons clashing kept coming from outside.

"Crack!"

Medea looked at the figurine she had just cut in two, her face extremely grim.

"It took me three days to make this..."

"Can't those two bastards even keep quiet?"

Medea, now confined to Ryudong Temple, had finally found something interesting to do, only to have her interest constantly disturbed by two people outside.

The constant "thump thump thump" made it impossible for her to concentrate on making the figure.

Looking at her adorable Saber on the table, she realized that she had cleaved her in two with her carving knife.

At this moment, Medea was about to explode.

"Oh!"

My feet completely lost control of the force of my fall.

Medea rushed out of her room with a series of thumping sounds.

"Great!"

"Your marksmanship is even sharper today than yesterday; you even managed to aim for the heart once more than I did."

The shock was written all over the samurai's face.

Yesterday's evenly matched strength has now begun to surpass that of yesterday, and the speed of this progress is even greater than expected.

"Do not make jokes."

"Samurai, do you think I can't see that you deliberately slowed down?"

"Your sword technique overlapped three times just now. I only dodged the second attack, but you still succeeded on the third."

"Deliberately disrupting the rhythm of the battle is far more powerful than the strength you've shown."

Shirou's face remained calm.

However, it is an undeniable fact that the opponent's strength has increased, and the samurai's swordsmanship is more targeted compared to yesterday.

Even he almost missed it just now.

"No no no."

"I have indeed made some progress, but if it weren't for your provocation, my swordsmanship would not have been able to advance any further."

The samurai was excited at this moment.

With nothing else to do, he could only spend all his time on his sword.

His current improvement in swordsmanship is what excites him the most.

What's even more exciting is finding a worthy opponent in this era.

Chapter Sixty-Eight: Medea's Homebody Nature

"Quiet down!!!!"

A loud roar from the east bank of the river stopped the samurai and Shirou, who were about to continue.

"???"

The two people who were stopped were also a little confused.

"Can't you be quiet?"

"Whose territory do you think this is!"

"You two, shut up!"

"Otherwise, I'll smash your ribs and dig them out!"

Those bloodshot eyes made it believable that a crazed woman could really do outrageous things.

"Oh!"

A jarring sound of a sliding door slamming shut.

This left Shirou standing outside in a gun-wielding stance for quite some time before he came to his senses.

"Samurai, is she... about to start her period?"

The samurai was also somewhat skeptical about this, so he simply put away his long sword.

"Heroic spirits shouldn't have menstrual cycles."

"I have never seen that mother fox so agitated before."

"And what about the human half?"

"Hmm... I'm not sure about that either."

The heroic spirits definitely don't have menstrual cycles, but it's uncertain whether the human half has this problem.

Shirou felt a chill run down his spine from Caster's gaze.

"I'd better go and see how she is, so she won't come here every now and then."

As he spoke, Shirou also sighed.

The atmosphere was fine on their end, but Caster inexplicably jumped out and ruined things.

"Ah... I wholeheartedly agree."

The samurai also sighed.

Although he didn't know what was wrong with the female fox today, he couldn't handle it if she came like this every few days.

Shirou entered Ryudouji Temple and found Caster's location without even needing to use magic.

Gently pull open the door to the room where Caster is located.

"!?"

In that instant, Shirou felt as if he were seeing one of those super-rich otaku rooms he had seen online a long time ago.

"damn it!"

"That damn dog is interrupting my work on my lovely Saber."

Medea was still immersed in the sadness of the broken figure.

However, the figure is so badly damaged that it's impossible to restore it.

Even if she uses magic... would she still be her adorable Saber even with magic?

She considers every Saber character she creates as her spiritual nourishment.

Other things can be left as they are.

But there's one thing I absolutely can't compromise on: my adorable Saber!

"The previous model was already very complete, but now we have to spend time going through it all again."

Although Medea knew that Saber was her spiritual sustenance, she still needed to consider the balance between giving and receiving.

Having experienced a mental breakdown from being disturbed once, Medea was worried that it might happen a second time.

"So, you're making Saber's toys."

The sound sent a chill down Medea's spine.

She turned her head and saw Shirou Emiya standing at the door looking at her.

"Kid, when did you get here?"

"Just now, when you were complaining..."

"Sorry, I just wanted to see what was going on with you."

"I thought you were... Turns out you were just a poorly made toy."

Medea's expression changed.

"Toy!?"

"How dare you say that my love for Saber is just a toy!"

"Aren't those things displayed in the cupboard just toys?"

Medea took a deep breath.

Now she felt it was absolutely necessary to teach this brat some lessons.

This is love!

"These are all expressions of my love for the adorable Saber!"

"How I wish I could make Saber my own... that way I could dress her up in all sorts of adorable outfits."

If Medea really wanted to do that during the Holy Grail War.

As for the Holy Grail War, it's just a spice of life.

Medea never believed that such a thing would have much effect.

The problem is that the Holy Grail War ended inexplicably before they even started doing that.

The operation collapsed before it even began.

What's even more devastating is that her Master, who understood her, was killed, while she remained forever in this era.

Shirou is someone who really can't understand this kind of thinking, probably because he's not very interested in this kind of thing.

"Caster, you just want Saber to wear different clothes?"

"Why don't you just give her the clothes?"

“If you tell her directly, I think Saber would agree.”