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

After venting for a few minutes, Jing Ke sighed deeply, realizing that complaining was pointless now, and said, "I have no objection to being summoned in the first place...!!!"

The strongest Jing Ke in history now only wants to drown his sorrows in wine, he just wants to soak himself in a vat of wine...!

She stared at Fujimaru Ritsuka, Da Vinci, Holmes, and Goldruff with dissatisfaction, still feeling resentful.

"Poor thing..." Nezha understood how wonderful Jing Ke's feelings were at that moment.

She also longs to descend here in her prime—as Marshal Nezha of the Central Altar in Heaven.

Ah... it would be great if the Great Sage could appear here.

The Great Sage could treat the current Immortal Qin Empire as the Heavenly Court—and overthrow it again! He could also treat the First Emperor as the Jade Emperor who had bullied him!

Spartacus gazed at Jing Ke and advised, "Enough, enough. We all share the same burning anger against the oppressors! I hope that the spirit of the assassinated, Miss Jing Ke, will fight alongside us."

"Exactly! After all, my father has fought Chaldea several times. Hahahaha!" Mordred laughed heartlessly. "That... what was that First Emperor again?? Is that his name?! Okay, no problem!"

"Hmph! Even if I don't know what kind of second-rate Roman emperor that guy is, I'll still have plenty of opportunities to kill him."

"Hahahahahaha—!!!" Mordred patted Spartacus's eight-pack abs, already imagining himself slaying the First Emperor with a single sword strike, completing his mission, and returning to the Throne of Heroes to brag to everyone!

A small scene flashed through her mind.

"Hey! Mordred, what did you do when you answered the summons this time??"

"Hahaha!! It's nothing, just helped Master take down some second-rate Roman emperor. No big deal, no big deal!"

Red Archer looked speechlessly at Artoria's son Mordred and said, "I thought you and your father had become enemies again."

"How come it seems even Mordred has been affected by Spartacus and is unable to communicate normally???" Munir looked at Mordred and Jing Ke with concern. Had Spartacus's aura of wisdom infected them?

“How could this be… Although she did have this tendency in Camelot, the Lady Mordred I met in London was a very reliable knight!” Mashu exclaimed incredulously, a pang of heartache in her eyes. How could Lady Mordred have changed…

She still really liked the outgoing Miss Mordred and admired her ability to get along with anyone and her excellent interpersonal skills.

“…Alright…” Jing Ke decided to stop dwelling on the fact that he hadn’t become stronger or super strong. He stretched out his hand and said, “Being able to work with trustworthy companions is something I never had in my previous life.”

"This time I finally have the opportunity to deal with the Ancestral Dragon myself. When I think about that, everything else is just a trivial matter."

Fujimaru Ritsuka stared at Jing Ke's puffed-up face, inwardly scoffing, "Are they really just trivial matters?" But she couldn't say it aloud...

He feared that he might encounter Miss Jing Ke with a dagger in front of him that night.

Without a comb in hand, there's no way to quell Miss Jing Ke's anger...

"That's right!! Come on, let's give the oppressor a big hug together!!" Spartacus couldn't wait to give the First Dragon a loving hug.

"Hahahaha! That's right! It's that kind of aura! Whoever dares to leave me standing aside and call himself king, whoever he is, I'll kill him!!!"

Mordred grinned, revealing two adorable fangs, her golden hair swaying incessantly, though unfortunately she didn't have a cowlick on her forehead.

"Ugh... never mind, it's still better than Qin Wuyang..." Jing Ke looked sullenly at the endless golden wheat fields outside the window. After a thousand years, he had returned to this land, and his feelings were inevitably complicated.

But more than anything, there was dissatisfaction: why was the winner in the Nine Provinces Mystery Belt still—Qin Shi Huang?

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The Everlasting Mad Empire.

General Jing Ke, mounted on his horse, gazed at the scene before him. "...The First Emperor! I can't believe I'll meet him again in the future...!! This time, I'm sure I'll succeed!"

"I...I've already cut off the heads of three emperors here!!!"

"However, I'm also very concerned!! Why didn't they choose to use all their mana to strengthen my spirit origin, skills, and Noble Phantasm!?"

"Although I can act together with my companions... I want to make my spirit origin stronger."

Although she disliked the First Emperor, she knew very well that she had to...

Only by gaining greater power can I have a chance to kill the First Emperor...

She really didn't want to keep going back to the Qin King's circuitous route...

Lu Bu nodded, indicating that he could understand General Jing Ke's current feelings.

"Hoho!—!? What have I discovered?! My general has made a dazzling appearance in the Lostbelt!!!" Nero Claudius's face broke into an incredibly bright smile, with rose effects shimmering around her body. "Hahahaha—!!!"

"Doesn't this further demonstrate my skill in employing people? How about it, you other cowardly enemies, cower in your tents and tremble with fear!! My General Jing Ke will wipe you out!"

Bucciarati smiled warmly, reached out and hugged Mash's neck, "Wow!! After so many battles, Mash's personality hasn't changed at all. She's still so gentle and cute."

"Um..." Mashu said shyly in a soft voice, "Miss Boudica... I... I don't know either..."

Boudica extended her slender, white finger and touched Mashu's lips, her tone gentle yet domineering, brooking no argument, "Just call me 'Sister Boudica'!"

She took Mashu's hand and they walked together toward the Roman baths. Girls should soak in hot springs more often to take care of their skin, so that it can be as white as milk and as smooth as egg white.

Type-Moon AP timeline.

"Master...Master!! Did you see that? I've been summoned to the Qin Dynasty Lostbelt!! Hahaha!! Are all these useless guys too afraid to answer the summons?? I'm not scared at all. What First Emperor? He's just a flying city!"

Mordred grinned smugly, slapping his thigh, "Watch me chop this hellhole of yours in half with one sword!"

"However, although he calls himself king in front of me, he certainly doesn't seem to be a tyrant or a foolish ruler... The people here are indeed living quite well."

"They even know to regularly distribute various supplies to the people. When it's time to chop you down, I'll be more decisive! I won't let you suffer!"

"Yes, especially the fact that they didn't trust Koyanskaya, that alone puts them a million times better than those stupid kings on the British Isles!"

"Whoa!!!" Mordred's eyes sparkled as she looked at Jing Ke, "Is this the ancient assassin from Kyushu!?"

"Jing Ke is actually a cold and beautiful woman! I never expected this, I never expected this...!"

"...This is really great." Shouldn't it be terrible? Doesn't this expose Mordred's true name, Noble Phantasm, combat power, and combat habits? Shishikage Kairi felt so tired. Of all the Heroic Spirits in human history, why was it Mordred who answered Chaldea's call?

"Master!! Let's go out and have a good meal today!! This is a day worth celebrating. Hahaha!" Mordred stood up, put on her denim shorts, and slung her fanny pack over her shoulder. "Hehehe!! Consider this an early victory celebration. Failure is impossible!"

"Now that I've taken the stage, I'm sure I'll be returning with a victory."

She actually knew nothing about technological power and didn't think that making a 100-kilometer-long building float was anything impressive.

After all, her mother, Morgan le Fay, was capable of accomplishing this feat.

“Oppressors…!! Oppressors who have oppressed for thousands of years?? No… no…” Spartacus’s eyes became confused as he looked at the villagers whose eyes revealed happiness. How could they be oppressed?

Farmers of his generation would never have such an expression in their eyes.

Even if they are brainwashed and constantly indoctrinated with ideas of divine right and monarchy.

People in his time suffered greatly, oppressed slaves, and gladiators lived very miserable lives...very miserable lives.

First of all, they would never have any right to choose their own marriage partners, and there wouldn't be that many beautiful women in the village.

The beautiful woman had already been captured and given to the noble lord!

Amakusa Shiro's face showed a helpless expression. He had been collecting stones for countless years in order to build the Hanging Gardens of Babylon.

The Hanging Gardens of Babylon they created is not even one percent the size of the super-floating city of Xianyang.

Being able to mobilize countless people to build, mine resources, and develop technology is indeed much more enjoyable than being busy alone.

The little sun gazed intently toward Xianyang, as if sensing some powerful presence.

He had a strange illusion; as he gazed at the super-floating city of Xianyang, he seemed to see a man exuding an aura of majesty.

Grand Carnival World.

Fujimaru Ritsuka Gudako, carrying a comb, headed towards Jing Ke's room. "Hehehe... Jing Ke-chan, you must be feeling down right now, right? Here I come!"

She skipped and hopped toward Jing Ke's room.

If Hinako Akuta summons Chaos Gudako, things might get even more interesting, hahaha!

Fantasy carnival world.

"Saber, is this your son?... Cough cough, this looks like a girl, doesn't it?" Rin Tohsaka stared at Artoria curiously, wanting to know about King Arthur's family affairs.

"...I don't know, don't ask me...I know nothing! But she...she does indeed have my blood." Hearing this, Artoria blushed. How could she possibly tell them what Morgan le Fay had done to her...!

Even Shirou won't do!

This is her greatest shame.

The most unbearable memories were suppressed on the bed by Morgan le Fay using magic, forcibly...forcibly...

"Well, Rin, just let Artoria go. Mordred is really looking forward to her coming to visit! We'll have to buy her some high-quality food then. After all, she's Artoria's child..."

Oh no, Artoria calls him Shirou, so what should Mordred call him? Shirou Emiya was taken aback.

Mordred, with that energetic young man look, could it be... could it be that she inherited Artoria's stomach?

If she inherits Wang Wei's cooking skills, then she might need to buy another rice cooker for her family.

"Wow...! She looks just like Artoria!! Except she's missing a cowlick! And the way she talks is a bit like Rin the Gorilla. Hehehehe... She's actually quite cute!"

Ilya swung her legs and sat on Berserker's shoulders as they walked together toward the shopping mall in Fuyuki City.

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Upon seeing Jing Ke's dazzling entrance, a chill ran down the spines of kings, rulers, important figures, and nobles from various worlds.

Both Hassawi, the leader of Mafti, and Princess Joel of Thorns were eager to invite Miss Jing Ke to take up a temporary post in their respective departments.

No need to do any work, just boost your reputation!

"I'm sorry to bother you so soon after you made up your minds. But our enemy has already begun their operation, and they're right outside." Leonardo da Vinci regretfully interrupted their conversation, looking at the noisy and cozy scene before him.

"The rapidly approaching enemy has triggered Servant reactions, and there are also some special enemies..."

"Ugh...!!" Da Vinci exclaimed in surprise as he looked at the densely packed number of numbers on his wrist radar. "How strange! The number has suddenly increased so much. This is already the size of a small army! Although they possess magic, there is no sign of life. They also seem to be carrying all sorts of strange things."

Dozens of Qin Dynasty humanoid mechanical puppets stood on the golden wheat field, marching in formation towards Chaldea.

The light brown mechanical puppets, made entirely of metal, wielded longswords and shields, marched forward in a neat line, resembling a well-trained army.

"These are infantry?? No, not human. They must be puppets or robots or something?" Sherlock Holmes stared in astonishment at the puppet squad before him.

However, it didn't look quite like the robot he had imagined.

“That’s right. Although they can’t shout in unison, soldiers are soldiers.” Lanling Wang looked at the puppet army in front of him. Although he was a little disappointed, he was finally not fighting the enemy alone anymore and had returned to his best job.

"In this way, I can finally put my skills as a general to use."

"Be careful, Saber. Chaldea has also received reinforcements." Hinako Akuta felt exhausted. How did three more Servants appear? A sense of foreboding crept into her heart. Would she be defeated again?

Although she also received a squad of mechanical puppets aided by the First Emperor, how could the power and quality of these mechanical puppets compare to those of Mordred, Spartacus, and Jing Ke, the three heroic spirits?

While she currently has the advantage in numbers, Chaldea seems to have the edge in overall quality.

"That's right, even though I don't know what this Lostbelt is. But now that I've been summoned, this is my battlefield! Hahahaha—! I won't let you run rampant anymore, you'll just become rust on my sword!"

Mordred held the Brilliant King's Sword, pointing it at Lanling King and Jie Chuzi, a wide grin spreading across his face. He was in a very good mood, and smelling the air from the golden wheat field, he felt as if he had returned to Britain.

“Exactly!! Next up will be us, the Three Musketeers of Rebellion—” Spartacus said, when suddenly, Jing Ke interrupted him impatiently, “Don’t mention that title again!!!”

"—" Looking at his companion, Jing Ke's face was cold. Spartacus looked sadly at the ground. What a cool title, a cry against the oppressors...

Wow... Does Spartacus really like this title? He seems quite uncomfortable, Mordred.

"Hmph! Are you heroic spirits who treat studying abroad as pleasure and war as a game?? You really disgust me. This time, I'll definitely send them to meet the King of Hell! Saber, there's no need to hold back anymore." Hinako Akuta looked at Mordred with utter disgust, hating these kinds of creatures who loved fighting the most.

"Understood. Then let me use my secret technique to deal with them!"

"Hmph—! You coward who doesn't even dare to take off your mask, what are you saying!" Mordred looked at Lanling King, who was wearing a mask, with displeasure. Don't we have the right to look at your face?

Pshaw! Is it because you're too ugly to be seen in public, so you wear a mask or something?

"...So eager to see my face? Then I'll show you, this cursed face." Lanling King, riding on his snow-white horse, slowly removed his ghost mask.

As the mask was removed, countless starlight instantly surrounded Lanling King's body, and the dazzling light blasted towards Mordred, Jing Ke, Spartacus, Mash, Nezha, and Fujimaru Ritsuka.

With short silver hair, eyes as beautiful as a comet, and a handsome face with a hint of vulnerability, he came into view of the Chaldea people.

"Herein"

"Break my seal."

All the mechanical puppets surrounding Lanling King's body were swept across by the aurora.

The next moment, something astonishing happened. The lifeless mechanical eyes of these dozens of mechanical puppets suddenly became lively, as if they had gained souls and evolved into intelligent life, no longer just cold machines.

Mordred, Jing Ke, Mashu, Nezha, and Da Vinci stared blankly at Lanling King Gao Chang Gong, who had removed his mask, and exclaimed in unison:

"Whoa... This guy is actually a woman!? No, no, a man? How is that possible... He's so beautiful...?" Mordred was stunned, her mouth agape, and the Radiant King's Sword she was holding fell to the ground.