A compilation of memorable moments from Chaldea's girlfriends showing affection in various dime

“…Oh no…” The immense force numbed Mash’s right hand, which was gripping the shield.

"Let me cut off your two arms first." The steel soldier rushed forward, raised his longsword high, and swung it down fiercely.

"Use your defensive Mystic Code quickly...!!" Fujimaru Ritsuka shouted anxiously to Mash.

Swish-!

The longsword transformed into a blur and slashed towards Mash's hands.

Puff-!

Blood splattered, staining the blade of the longsword.

Fufu called out anxiously, "Fufu—Fufu!!!"

It seems that even more enemies are coming.

"...Mr. Holmes!?" Mashu was successfully rescued by Sherlock Holmes.

Sherlock Holmes' forehead was cut by the blade, and blood dripped onto his handsome face.

Using his fighting skills, he timed his punch perfectly and struck the sword, saving Mash from certain death.

"Miss Kyrielight!!" Sherlock Holmes clenched his fists, his expression extremely serious as he looked at the steel soldier in front of him. "Run!!! And don't look back! I'll find a way to hold them off here!"

Mashu's attack patterns were completely countered by the Iron Soldiers.

They were no match for the steel soldiers.

They cannot break through the defenses, and their strength is no match for the steel soldiers.

Their combat skills are also inferior to those of steel soldiers...

They were completely crushed and utterly defeated.

Perhaps it's because Mashu and Fujimaru Ritsuka had just obtained some information from the young man in the interstellar city of Olympus, and they couldn't bear to kill him.

"...So you do think of your comrades?" The steel soldier looked at Sherlock Holmes, the man who had saved Chaldea from his sword, and questioned him:

"If that's the case, why...?"

"How could you do something like destroying a Lostbelt?!"

Sherlock Holmes stepped in front of Mash and replied:

"I can answer your question, but does it really make sense? Would you really put away that outrageous weapon because of it?"

“No. I won’t.” The steel soldier shook his head, pointing his longsword at Sherlock Holmes in his right hand, and said, “…Conversation is pointless. I am a soldier. I will tear your spirit origin in two.”

Half."

"You unruly bunch, without the blood of gods, yet you call yourselves heroes with mere human bodies—so-called heroic spirits."

"Holmes, run!!! You're no match for him!!" Fujimaru Ritsuka shouted, standing by helplessly.

"Mr. Holmes!!" Mash pulled Fujimaru Ritsuka and quickly retreated.

"We will win!! There is no other way but to move forward! That's right!"

"On this long and dark journey, no one has the right to look back!"

“Mash Kyrielight!! Fujimaru Ritsuka!! — Keep running!!” Sherlock Holmes shouted to Mash and Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"Are you done joking? Well then!" With that, the steel soldier prepared to slay the Chaldean demon before him, for the sake of the Almighty God Zeus!!!

Bang-!

Suddenly, a streak of light flashed past, and a sword light too sharp for the naked eye to see struck the steel soldier, slicing through his armor in a single strike. He didn't even have a chance to use his shield to block.

The steel soldier was very surprised that he had actually been wounded.

"Oh dear~~~ Such a tragic scene right from the start. Can't you have a little more class?!" Miyamoto Musashi walked over with a smile, carrying his longsword.

"That voice...it's her!!" Fujimaru Ritsuka turned around in surprise, looking in the direction the voice came from. Thank goodness, if it was her, then there was hope.

"The most prosperous Lostbelt, a city-state ruled by awe-inspiring true gods."

"Shouldn't the way of the king be to reveal his fangs in a more majestic and unhurried manner?"

With a confident smile on his face, Miyamoto Musashi suddenly swung his longsword, once again forcing the steel soldier back.

"...Who are you?!" the steel soldier demanded angrily. Who was stopping him from punishing the demon?!

"Hahaha!! You ask who I am? A warrior from the Divine Realm!!"

"I am a wanderer who has traversed the world!! After a life of wandering and hardship, I have finally died, and now I am a lone follower!!"

Miyamoto Musashi removed his sun hat. "My Spirit Origin is Saber! Since you asked who I am, I'll answer you!"

"I am her follower! The swordsman who slew you with the two swords I carry, the two hidden swords, and the one I keep secret!"

"—The Niten Ichi-ryu, whose position is now vacant!—True name: Shinmen Musashi-no-kami Fujiwara Genshin!!"

"Hehe!" Miyamoto Musashi chuckled shyly, then puffed out his chest proudly. "Just kidding!"

Hey, I'm so handsome!

The Iron Soldier's talent and training level are superior to Miyamoto Musashi's, but he lacks combat experience.

He was simply no match for the battle-hardened Miyamoto Musashi.

Not long after, Miyamoto Musashi, relying on his skillful swordsmanship, killed the steel soldier with a single strike, and blood flowed onto the floor tiles.

“Brilliant. Ah, absolutely brilliant.” The Olympian steel soldier clutched the bloody wound on his chest and knelt on one knee. “…Tell me your names one more time, my fellow Chaldeans.”

"Niten Ichi-ryu, Miyamoto Musashi." Miyamoto Musashi flicked the blood off his longsword.

“...Mash Kyrielight. I am a Demi-Servant.” Mash said through gritted teeth, looking at the dying Olympian steel soldier.

“Fujimaru Ritsuka, the last master of Chaldea!” Fujimaru Ritsuka said.

The steel soldier beneath the steel mask gave a bitter laugh and said:

"...Musashi, Mashu, Fujimaru Ritsuka."

“We Olympians will never let you go. We will kill you.”

Miyamoto Musashi silently stepped forward to finish off the Olympian steel soldier with a single sword strike.

"Hostile individual, utter silence. Battle over." Mash removed her combat goggles, looking at the corpse on the ground, her purple eyes trembling. "...I didn't originally intend to take his life..."

Miyamoto Musashi calmly looked at Mashu and Fujimaru Ritsuka. "I thought so too. So I'll make the move. Is there a problem, Fujimaru Ritsuka?"

"...No. There is, but not." Fujimaru Ritsuka shook her head slightly, raising her head to look at the endless sea of ​​stars above.

"That's right, that's correct. Now you should know what to do next, right?"

"Yes, I know. Let's get out of here as soon as possible, right?" Fujimaru Ritsuka said.

Miyamoto Musashi looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka with his silver eyes, a smile playing on his lips. He had grown. "Hmm, well said. This is the enemy's headquarters. You should maintain this attitude from now on."

“…I’m sorry.” Miyamoto Musashi knew that Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu were not happy with what he had done.

"But it's good that everyone is safe and sound! At least we were able to reunite at the beginning this time!"

"Of course, thank you, Musashi-san." Fujimaru Ritsuka perked up. Great! Since they'd encountered Miyamoto Musashi, were the other Servants also...?

"Yes, Chaldea is in crisis, of course I had to come! I still owe you a meal and a lodging!"

"Oh dear, although I have so much to say to you, let's retreat for now."

"This is enemy territory. Miss Mash, do you know the way out of town?"

"—Ah, yes! I've already planned out the evacuation route!" Mashu nodded, indicating that she was ready.

Miyamoto Musashi looked at Sherlock Holmes, who was squatting on the ground, and said, "Impressive, excellent eyesight. Also, can you stand up, Mr. Detective?"

Sherlock Holmes, clutching the wound on his arm, stood up. "...Thank you, Ms. Miyamoto."

My bleeding has stopped. Thank you for saving us during this crisis.

"And, just as you said. Look."

Tengtengteng—

A defense squad from the interstellar city of Olympus is rapidly approaching Chaldea.

This is an elite squad of fifteen steel soldiers, all of whom are active-duty members of the Olympian Defense Force.

"I can see with my own eyes that there are a large number of Olympian soldiers!! Master!!" Mash noticed this and immediately alerted everyone.

"Mash, change course!" Fujimaru Ritsuka said.

“You…you’re right!! But all three main roads are blocked—” Mash said.

“Let’s take the back paths! Those paths are intricate and perfect for escaping!” Miyamoto Musashi said.

Sherlock Holmes remarked, "That certainly makes more sense than taking the main streets... but the other side knows the terrain much better, doesn't it?"

"Whether we encounter them or not depends on luck!" Miyamoto Musashi exuded a murderous aura. "If we do encounter them, there's nothing we can do... We must advance even if it means killing them all!!"

"—Let's go, please lead the way, Musashi." Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded. Now they had to find a way to escape and survive. Nemo, Da Vinci, Goldruff, Munir, and Nemo the Sailor were all waiting for her, Mash, and Mr. Sherlock Holmes to return.

"Okay!" Miyamoto Musashi immediately took off running, Fujimaru Ritsuka quickly ran, and Mashu and Sherlock Holmes followed closely behind.

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The shimmering world of Hathaway.

"Thank goodness... these steel soldiers are so outdated. They can actually transform into miniature mobile weapons, but they're not even equipped with energy weapons!? An 85mm automatic cannon would have been fine!" Kaynas shook his head. What on earth were these Olympian gods thinking?

With such an excellent technological foundation.

Why do they still fight like cavemen?

Kaynas was truly disappointed and decided to take over the operation of these technologies himself.

We'll be able to produce weapons that surpass the current level of mobile suits, numbering over a dozen.

The Gundam is self-repairing, incredibly tough, and lightweight.

We could absolutely crush those like Mafti in the dirt.

What a waste, what a huge waste!

"...I was really looking forward to seeing how people fight in this high-tech world...but isn't this just like the Roman Colosseum...?" Kiki shook her head in disappointment. These people seemed very advanced, but their fighting style was too backward.

Why doesn't this enormous interstellar city even have hovercars?!

These clothes aren't very nice either.

Warhammer World.

As the Emperor gazed upon the interstellar city, the image of the perfect city flashed through his mind. He murmured to himself, "Based on some recent conversations with Gilgamesh, it seems that a city that completely believes in itself can definitely be used to fight against Chaos."

"Did Zeus create a world where everyone worshipped him, perhaps to fight against some unknown enemy? ...Could this world also be invaded by Chaos?"

"If we could plunder the technology of these Atlantean interstellar cities... it would strengthen our interstellar legions. Is there any way... to send our Imperial Navy over there...?"

The emperor had a glimpse into the splendor of Uruk under the wise king Shan.

The people here have unwavering faith in their king, Gilgamesh.

That's why they've been able to resist so stubbornly under the alliance of the three goddesses... all this time.

I changed some of my own thoughts and opinions.

The emperor has finally embarked on the right path.

"Hmph... A world without its own human rulers is truly pathetic. Why not worship our Emperor instead!" Luo Jia looked at the interstellar city with disdain.

If it weren't for my busy schedule... conquering one planet after another.

They also had to busily set up countless temples to worship the emperor.

The world of Chaldea.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

How are the inhabitants of the interstellar city of Olympus so powerful?!

"Hmm... truly worthy of being a place with divine magic." Leonardo da Vinci exclaimed in amazement, "This divine steel is really convenient; it can arm us in an instant."

She really wanted that set of standard equipment to come and study.

"Musashi-san...Musashi-san, you're so reliable!" Mashu said happily.