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

Knight Gawain of the Round Table holds black pepper and mashed potatoes with chicken gravy in his hand, watching the scene.

He was satisfied with Fujimaru Ritsuka's decision; she hadn't lost her own judgment because of what others said.

A master who is too easily swayed by language will not live long.

"Only Fujimaru Ritsuka would form a contract with a stranger's Heroic Spirit, right..." Kadoc remarked.

Anastasia sat to the side, hugging a doll and holding an ice cream cone in her hand, her tongue smeared with snow-white cream ice cream. She looked at Kadoc and asked, "Master, would you like some?"

"No, no, no... no need, you eat it yourself." Kadoc blushed and refused.

Orion, standing to the side, shook his head, looking at Kadoc with a disappointed expression. What a blockhead! This guy is beyond saving.

Without hesitation, he rushed forward, "Anastasia-chan—!! Don't be angry, let me comfort you!!"

Suddenly, a chill emanated from the soles of Orion the little bear's feet, and frost froze his furry legs, slowly spreading over his body.

"Eh—?? Anas... sauce..." With a snap, Orion turned into a small bear ice sculpture.

Kadoc's legs were also frozen, and frost spread across his limbs.

Anastasia's face revealed a benignly dangerous glint as she held the ice cream to Kadoc's lips. "Ah—!"

Master had no choice but to agree to the suggestion; there was no other option.

She forcefully shoved the ice cream into Kadoc's mouth. "Is it good, Master?"

“…Delicious.” Kadoc nodded stiffly, giving in to avoid being frozen into an ice sculpture.

“Well, that’s great. Master, that’s not very honest.” Anastasia smiled brightly, but did not remove the ice from Kadoc’s body.

She carried the frozen Kadoc towards her room. "Come, Master, let me tell you the story from the past."

Fantasy carnival world.

"Hahaha, this is going to be good." In Fuyuki City, at an izakaya, Cú Chulainn, who had just finished his part-time job, watched the scene with great interest.

Watching other heroic spirits get killed, suffer misfortune, lose out, or do foolish things is actually quite enjoyable.

Well, it's great that I didn't appear in the deep-sea singularity!

He felt that his luck might have turned around recently.

He has been safe and sound for a month now, without any car accident, falling objects from a height, Hercules passing by, or Gilgamesh, the kind-hearted citizen!

From this perspective, I don't even need to ask Medea for a talisman for protection.

"Meltrilith is so cute...!!" Medea, with a nosebleed, held a carving knife and sculpted a Meltrilith figurine. "Even when she's small, she's so cute when she's angry—!!!"

She felt she had betrayed Artoria; how could she be so infatuated with other Servants?

"Master Habeyme, how is the wedding dress I made?" Medea asked, looking at the petite and adorable spinning fairy, Beryl Gat, in her room.

"Ugh... I'm so disappointed...!!!" Habertrot sat on the ground, fuming, holding a teacup in both hands, looking at the exquisite, fashionable, and self-cleaning wedding dress made by Medea.

"What!! Master Habertrot, is something wrong?? Is it the veil, the skirt, or the waist size? Or is something not done properly???" Hearing this, Medea looked anxious and approached Habertrot, asking anxiously.

This is the wedding dress I'll be wearing next month for my wedding...

Is it too late to revise and remake it now?

"No, it was great... but... then I don't get any credit!!!"

"Aaaaaahh ...

Unexpectedly, the bride stole my job!

"Phew... I see. Master Habercat, there are still many things I need your help with... Please guide me." Medea looked at Habercat intently, knowing that her bride's training had only just begun.

She told him about her troubles, that Soichiro-sama had been getting very close to Fujimura Taiga lately.

But Taiga Fujimura and Soichiro-sama are colleagues, they see each other every day, and occasionally they appear together... that should be normal, right?

But she couldn't help but wonder if Lord Soichiro was hiding something from her.

Upon hearing this, Habertrot's eyes sparkled with countless little stars. "Colleague, intimate contact, premarital infidelity?! Wow, so cool!"

She decided to help Medea investigate the trouble her bride was facing, and she had to help her resolve it.

Type-Moon, Saber route.

Rin Tohsaka discovered that Tristan was a bit stubborn and couldn't hear human speech, luckily the Archer she summoned was Shirou Emiya...

Artoria Pendragon stared awkwardly at Tristan on the screen, wondering if she could pretend she didn't know him...

Emiya Shirou looked at Tristan with displeasure, refusing to listen to the other's explanation and only wanting to solve the problem with violence.

This guy actually dares to say that Saber doesn't understand human nature?!

If he had been in Britain back then, he would have definitely taught Tristan how to be an archer.

I've spent so much time with Saber.

Emiya Shirou has already fallen for this blond, blue-eyed, easy-going, gluttonous knight king.

Artoria Pendragon is clearly full of virtues.

Why would anyone say she doesn't understand people's hearts?

Is it that Artoria's ahoge (cowlick) isn't cute, or that her personality isn't good enough? Or that she's not strong enough? Or that she doesn't care about her people?

"Tristan has appeared, so what about Lancelot, Percival, Gareth, Galahad, Bedivere, and all those other famous Heroic Spirits?!" Fujimura Taiga's eyes lit up. Tristan is quite handsome, isn't he?

Although she is no match for the Knights of the Round Table in terms of fighting ability, she is definitely the best drinker in Fuyuki!

Recently, Mr. Cú Chulainn went out fishing at sea, and he was quite lonely with no one to drink with.

She licked her lips and looked at Artoria, wondering if something strange would happen if Saber got drunk.

Deep-sea singularity

Seeing that Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't respond to Tristan but instead chose to attack directly, Meltlilith blushed and placed her hands on her chest. Even though he was a stranger, why was her heart beating so fast...?

Sesshouin Kiara's eyes lit up; this was the first time she had ever seen a human like this.

This was the first time she had ever seen a human being like Fujimaru Ritsuka who worried about the enemy and didn't care about her own safety.

Still so easily trusting of others...

How would my life have changed if I had met Fujimaru Ritsuka back then...?

But now it's too late.

All she can do now is to properly receive this lovely human master.

"Go, Gawain!!! Give him a good beating, I can't be the only one who suffers!" Robin Hood shouted, waving his fist.

10. Violent Girlfriend Online

Fujimaru Ritsuka, without hesitation, addressed Meltlilith, Gawain:

"Go, Meltlilith, Gawain."

"Tristan!! Although you mean well, I cannot agree with your point of view."

"Meltrilis, don't harm Tristan's life."

He gave a helpless instruction, saying that they had to hurry.

There was no time to waste with Tristan.

He felt his shoulders go numb, and his body was gradually being digitized.

If this continues...

If I can't gather any intelligence, I'm going to die.

"Ah... I'm so sad. I never imagined you would protect this wicked woman..."

Tristan, a Knight of the Round Table, raised his demonic bow and plucked the strings with his left hand. "Master of unknown name. Is your judgment truly without fault?"

"You trust everyone, no matter who they are? In this hellish battlefield, this will be your greatest weakness."

"I feel sorry for your foolish behavior. You will lose your life because of this naivety."

Hearing Tristan's words, Meltlilith pursed her lips, her eyes filled with complex emotions, and her legs moved lightly to dodge the attacks, her swan-like dance reappearing.

Swish—!

Om-!

Transparent threads wove into nets that enveloped Meltlilith's body.

She twirled, appearing sometimes on the left, sometimes on the right, her body shimmering as she danced gracefully, her perfect movements and elegant, radiant form shining brightly.

A radiant, sweet smile spread across her face as her foot blade severed the silk threads, her figure drawing Fujimaru Ritsuka's gaze.

He recalled Fujimaru Ritsuka's previous instructions, her resolute words, and her trust in him.

"Gawain, cover Fujimaru Ritsuka while you keep up with me!"

"And Ritsuka, I don't intend to follow your battle instructions—"

“However, your instructions just now are still echoing in my heart. My heart is trembling right now, and you have to take responsibility!” Meltlilith smiled charmingly, her amethyst eyes filled with Fujimaru Ritsuka’s face, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

"Did I say anything strange?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked suspiciously.

"Hurry up, keep up with my master! She's incredibly fast." Gawain kept slashing ahead, rotating victories.

The sword breathed out a scorching heat, sweeping away all of Tristan's attacks.

Knight Gawain of the Round Table watched in surprise as Meltlilith rapidly approached Tristan.

She danced gracefully within the unseen strings, dodging all attacks, her clothes remaining completely intact.

"Let me show you just how powerful and high-performance I am as a Servant. Then, kneel at my feet!" Meltlilith appeared before Tristan with a confident and cheerful smile, raising her deadly foot blade to stab at Tristan's body.

"Ha—!" The incredibly hard foot blade struck the demon bow with a clang, and cracks appeared on the bow where it was struck. The gust of wind generated by the foot blade made Tristan squint as he stared at Meltlilith, thinking, "What a troublesome and venomous woman."

He opened his eyes, staring warily at the foot blades on Meltlilith's feet, sensing danger and a deadly aura.

Seeing Tristan's pained expression, Meltlilith exhaled a breath of stale air, a look of pleasure and tyranny spreading across her face, reverting to her original personality.

Clang clang clang ————! ————! ! Her legs transformed into a raging storm, relentlessly attacking Tristan and constantly shifting positions.

It was as if Meltlilith's clones appeared around Tristan's body.

Sweat trickled down Tristan's cheeks as he cautiously defended himself, completely losing the initiative in the attack as the foot blades relentlessly emanated a deadly aura towards him.

Oh no, I'm in close combat now and can't attack.

Tristan displayed astonishing defensive skills, continuously deflecting the deadly foot blades with only his demonic bow.

Although he is an archer, his melee skills are still very strong.

"That pained look on your face, Tristan! Are you afraid of me?"

"Hehehe—! What you're afraid of is the blade on my foot, isn't it?"

"That's right!! That's why they were so rude as to call me a poisonous woman."

"You've sensed my ability, haven't you?"

"You're different from that irritable woman from before. You're just an ordinary Servant, right? If my foot were to brush against your body, you'd immediately become weak and collapse to the ground, unable to resist, wouldn't you?"

While furiously attacking Tristan, Meltlilith also kindly exposes Tristan's true feelings.

She's in a terrible mood right now. If it weren't for her weakened state, she would have already defeated Tristan in seconds!

Tristan silently defended himself against Meltlilith's unanswered speculation, continuing to move backward.

He seemed to be looking for an opportunity to retaliate against Meltlilith.

After all, continuing like this would put us in a very passive position.

However, would the "honest and devoted" Tristan really allow Meltlilith to beat him up like this?

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Grand Carnival World.

"Sir Tristan is being suppressed so badly...!!! Meltlilith is very powerful, extremely outstanding," said the bunny girl Artoria.

Cú Chulainn watched intently as Meltlilith danced gracefully, her elegant movements perfectly dodging the attacks aimed at him.

However, he still lacks strength in his legs.