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

Although this workshop was still too rudimentary compared to the workshops of the Gods.

It's not bad, though; we can't expect too much from magicians these days.

She also agreed, saying that magic after the Age of Gods was inferior and had no value whatsoever.

However, there are always exceptions to crimes, such as the magician Unlimited Blade Works of that kid who can cook.

"Eh...why did I summon a useless Assassin? Not Shirou Emiya, who can cook, do laundry, clean, and manage finances. I really want a familiar as amazing as that..."

"What!? How much... seven... seven billion!?" This enormous sum of money left Rin Tohsaka utterly astonished.

"Trismegistes, Flat Moon... Are these two magical gadgets developed by Sion really that valuable...?!"

"I really want them... Ah, if I owned these two magic props and rented them out, I could earn a huge amount of money every year. I would never lack gems for magic again!"

Rin Tohsaka swallowed hard, her pupils turning into money symbols.

She entered a state of deep thought, seemingly pondering how to obtain these two valuable magic props.

How about sending Archer to Chaldea to copy one...!?

Send Archer to infiltrate Chaldea and copy everything of value!

She could almost see the banknotes transforming into waves crashing against her body, enjoying the sensation of countless banknotes slapping her cheeks.

“Seven hundred million…” Artoria Pendragon murmured to herself, the images of the delicious food in the magazine that Taiga Fujimura had shown her flashed through her mind again.

Saliva began to trickle from the corners of his mouth, and his throat bobbed. "Roast duck... roast goose... foie gras... braised sea cucumber with scallions, Ise lobster... abalone, shark fin, Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, mantis shrimp... braised bear paw..."

"I can eat Shirou's high-class dishes made with premium ingredients every day, and it's all-you-can-eat...!"

"A meat bun costs 100 yen, and a red bean daifuku costs 200 yen. Seven hundred million yen can buy... can buy...!?"

Artoria Pendragon had drool dripping from the corner of her mouth, her golden ahoge trembling slightly, and she cupped her cheek with her right hand, a happy, sweet smile on her face.

She felt as if she were surrounded by an endless stream of delicious food.

Every day, you can hear Shirou say, "Saber, I tried making roast duck and Ise lobster today! For dessert tonight, it's truffle ice cream."

Seven hundred million? That's outrageous! Even if I sold my whole family, I still couldn't pay it back. Emiya Shirou swallowed hard. Even if he took out the assets Kiritsugu left him, it wouldn't be enough...!

He looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka with pity; the last master in the history of humankind had instantly become Miss Sion's asset, her possession...

The Chaldea director is going too far! Why didn't he settle the bill sooner? Now he's making Fujimaru Ritsuka bear the burden.

"Ah... seven hundred million, even if I work for a hundred years, I still couldn't afford it, not even a thousand years..."

He didn't want to use his projection.

He doesn't want to make money through magic; he just wants to work honestly in places like coffee shops and Ryudongsa Temple.

If Kiritsugu Emiya had converted all his assets into Apple and Coca-Cola stock back then...

Emiya Shirou's assets must be in the billions now.

People at school probably have no idea that Emiya Shirou, who goes to work every day after school and does all sorts of part-time jobs, is actually richer than ten Matou families combined...!

Medusa rode her bicycle, transforming into a purple lightning bolt across Mount Akina at night, swiftly weaving through the crowd. Her purple ponytail swayed behind her, her long legs pedaling tirelessly, and a captivating smile graced her lips.

"Seven hundred million... I wish I could have a share. I really want to buy that carbon fiber bicycle..."

She admired the night view of Mount Akina while enjoying the comfort of cycling in the quiet night.

In this city without Stheno and Euryale... it feels really nice.

A tofu delivery truck drove up Mount Akina. Takumi Fujiwara held the steering wheel with one hand, his head resting on his left fist, his eyes still sleepy.

Suddenly, the sound of a bicycle bell rang beside 86, ding-a-ling!

Immediately afterwards, a purple figure transformed into lightning, overtaking the car beside him in an instant at the bend, disappearing in a blur before Fujiwara Takumi's eyes.

He leaned forward, looking around in utter bewilderment. "That was... a... bicycle!? Or a women's bicycle???"

He captured the moment Medusa overtook him on a women's bicycle thanks to his excellent dynamic vision.

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After admiring the ever-changing expressions on Fujimaru Ritsuka's, Mashu's, and Da Vinci's faces for a while, Sion clapped his hands with satisfaction and said:

"Hahahaha! Just kidding! No, no, I don't owe any debts!"

"I was just kidding. You guys seem a bit nervous, so please don't take it seriously!"

"And the price I mentioned is actually the original Zimbabwean dollar exchange rate! You still have a chance to get it cleared."

"Fufu... Fuwu... Fufu..." Fufu felt that Sion was no pushover either.

It hid at Mashu's feet, watching Sion warily.

"I'm so sorry, I think I went a bit too far. After all, this is the first time I've ever encountered something like this in my life. The communication just now was also meant to give everyone a warning...!"

Sion stuck out his tongue, trying to calm Fujimaru Ritsuka, Mashu, and Da Vinci down and change their mood. "No, I misspoke."

"I used that very serious tone to put everyone at ease!"

"As you all know, I am a very polite alchemist. I hope you will not misunderstand."

"Oh...I see...because she was talking so fast, I couldn't keep up with her train of thought..." Mashu finally breathed a sigh of relief; it turned out she was just joking.

Did she really think Miss Sion was after her senior's body and was planning to use him as a guinea pig, or...?

"But the people from the Atlas Institute certainly won't easily produce a contract."

Mashu looked at Sion intently, indicating that she understood why Miss Sion did that, and said, "That was to ease the tension from our first meeting, right? You know, that high-level negotiation technique!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka observed Sion's demeanor and facial expression. She shouldn't be someone who would lie, after all, she had helped us so many times.

He chose to believe Sion, even though the joke just now... was a little creepy.

His identity almost changed from human to Miss Sion's slave...

"Then let me reintroduce myself. I am Sion. Welcome to the Wandering Sea, guests of Chaldea."

“Leonardo da Vinci, Mashu, Fujimaru Ritsuka. And…” Sion looked at Fou. What was that thing again? There was no record of that animal… Whose familiar was it?

She pursed her lips, her beautiful purple eyes fixed on Fufu's bright, intelligent eyes, sensing a hint of wisdom within them. It was as if she were an AI starting to learn again.

"Alright, never mind. Uh... cough cough. I have a general understanding of your situation. Although I haven't seen what's happening in the outside world yet, I know what Chaldea sent in 2019."

"...I haven't seen what's going on outside. Does that mean Miss Sion isn't immune to the outside atmosphere?" Mash asked curiously.

"Hey!" Sion shook his head, spun around to show off his healthy physique, "My body is very healthy. How could you possibly lack a healthy body for high-level segmentation thinking?"

"That's not what I meant. I just didn't need to go out. I'm sorry you misunderstood, Mashu."

We're all the most homebody magicians, constantly researching Age of Gods magic in the Sea of ​​Wandering! Sion smiled at everyone and said, "So, who's in charge now?"

Sion smiled and looked in the direction of Shadow Border. "According to my calculations, the person in charge should be Leonardo da Vinci, but it seems I've made a mistake. My values ​​seem to be incorrect, and I need to correct them quickly."

"Hmph! You actually noticed!! She looks like a little girl, but she's not..."

She's just an ordinary little girl!

It seems the Wandering Sea truly harbors no hostility. "It's my turn to step in," Goldruff said confidently, maintaining a confident smile as he walked towards Sion.

"That's right! The rookie magician, the master, the little girl who's a demi-Servant, and the excellent technical advisor are all just my subordinates. And who am I, really? That doesn't need to be made clear, does it?"

He grinned, his face gleaming with a smile, "I am none other than—the resurrected head of the Golden Clan, the new director of Gordolf Chaldea!!"

"This guy's identity is really beyond my expectations," Sion said in surprise, looking at the elegant man in a British uniform holding a pipe next to Goldruff.

Goldruff thoroughly enjoyed the astonished look on Sion's face, feeling like he was an elegant magician who could transcend calculation and prediction and create miracles.

How could the calculations and predictions of a mere wandering sea possibly determine its own fate?

The directors of Chaldea seem to have very short lifespans.

But he was determined to break this status quo and he was determined to live to a natural death!

"As you can see!! Your predictions simply don't apply to me. Because I'm the kind of racer who, no matter how bad the road conditions are, how severe the weather is, or how far behind I am in the standings, even if my tires fly off and I'm 10 seconds behind, I won't give up!!!"

One of the greatest racers in human history—Goldrov the Phoenix!!

Sion turned to look at Goldruff and chuckled, "Hmm, you're Goldruff, right? Judging from your circumstances, you certainly have the ability to survive."

"Huh—!? Really?" No, no, isn't she surprised that he survived? Goldruff was dumbfounded; this didn't seem to be what he had imagined.

"Yes. The probability is low, but it's not zero. If we add other powerful factors, we'll definitely survive."

Sion looked at Sherlock Holmes and smiled, "I'm sorry, but the one who surprises me isn't you. It's your attendant. Can you tell me his name?"

"Excuse me. The new director insisted on coming out despite my advice... I can only temporarily serve as his bodyguard. I am a Servant—Sherlock Holmes. My class is Ruler. Shouldn't that be enough of a self-introduction? The heir to the great Atlas Institute."

Sherlock Holmes nodded slightly, observing Sion, the heir to the Atlas House, before him.

"What does this mean? Do you know me? How can a famous detective know so much about others?" Sion stared at Sherlock Holmes curiously, wondering what Holmes's assessment of him would be after observing the Wandering Sea.

Watching Sherlock Holmes's slow analysis, Fujimaru Ritsuka subconsciously said, "Because he touched the Three-Pointed Hermes in the Atlas Institute."

"Ahem..." Sherlock Holmes was a little embarrassed.

"Have you been in contact with the Trident Hermes...?" Sion looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka and Sherlock Holmes with suspicion.

After a few seconds, she searched her memory for relevant information and smiled, "I remember now! It happened in the Sixth Singularity, right? It's truly astonishing. Direct contact with the Trident Hermes didn't turn them into cripples... or cause them to simply disappear?"

"Hmm...wait..." She looked at Sherlock Holmes with a suspicious and puzzled gaze. Was this guy really a Servant?

After hesitating for a while, she decided to stop thinking about it. After all, they were all on her side: "As expected of a Servant who lives by [knowledge]! We seem like we'll get along very well!"

The Trident Hermes is a supercomputer that appeared in the Sixth Singularity and was moved by Ramses II into his pyramid. It recorded information from almost the entire pan-human history.

The amount of information was enormous; followers, humans, and intelligent life forms touched the computing device.

In an instant, a massive amount of information will be injected, and the neural network in the brain will be instantly shattered by the huge information flow, resulting in...dementia, or death on the spot.

Among the Heroic Spirits, probably only Suzuka Gozen, BB, and the First Emperor could withstand this level of information overload.

That's why she was so surprised that Sherlock Holmes could appear unharmed in the Wandering Sea and be with the Chaldeans.

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Bless this beautiful world.

"Touch it... and your head will explode, or you'll bleed from all seven orifices and die...???" Kazuma Sato remembered what the goddess of wisdom, Aqua, had told him in the Hall of the Dead.

Using divine power to learn the language of another world is not using divine power at all!

It's like cramming all the information and text from the other world into your brain in a brutal way.

He felt a chill run down his spine when he thought about it now. Now that he thought about it carefully, could it be that quite a few people died because of the information transmitted through Aqua?

I really don't know how Mikage Hibiki managed to hold on.

He managed to cheat his way into Aqua's power, thus avoiding the pain of that information overload on his brain.

"Hahaha!! It's just a massive information flow!! Kazuma will definitely die. But I'll definitely be fine!" Aqua proudly flung her breasts back, brimming with confidence:

"Don't even mention touching the three-pointed Hermes"

"I could even sleep with it without any problem! As long as you pay me enough!"

"Really!? That can't be!? Can Aqua's brain handle that much information?"

Fantasy carnival world.

"Hahahaha...!!! I'm dying of laughter... He looked so confident, but it turns out Sion was talking about Sherlock Holmes." Ilya kept laughing like a silver bell, slapping the table, almost laughing to tears.

"Pfft... Hahahaha!!" Fujimura Taiga couldn't help but burst out laughing as he looked at Goldruff's chubby face with a blank expression.

"This guy is quite cute! He's chubby, and his cheeks must be so soft." She couldn't help but think of the teacher at her school, the one who had tried to steal her barbecue voucher.

Rin Tohsaka couldn't help but laugh, "Pfft... Hahahaha... It's hard to imagine that he's a man who spent a long time in the darkest part of the Clock Tower, the Department of Law and Politics."

She disliked the people in the law and political science department the most.

They are like venomous snakes, always ready to discover your small problems, then magnify them, and plunder the assets of those magicians whose families have fallen on hard times, in order to develop magic tricks.

They are a hybrid of pythons and venomous snakes that devour people without spitting out the bones.

This guy is actually quite cute; he doesn't have any of the foolish nobility's airs about him. It's really rare!

"What... It was just a joke. Thank goodness it was just a joke... Miss Sion looks a lot like Karen Altesia..." Emiya Shirou, wearing an apron, held a dishcloth and wiped the plates.

Medusa, pushing a women's bicycle, stands atop Mount Akina, gazing down at the night view.